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Chelsea's Contract Ch. 01

By: LaceAndHumiliation



{Part one of "Chelsea's contract"}

The time was finally here. I was standing at his doorstep. I could see him approaching the door. I was wearing the tightest jeans imaginable and a belly-baring crop top. I was advertising myself. I felt like such a fool for wanting this, yet I'd desired it for years now. I wasn't even sure if he'd remember me, or worse, if he'd laugh in my face and throw me out. With what I was going to offer to him, I wasn't even sure if he would be justified for doing so. Still, I thought, what guy would turn down what I was offering? He looked through the curtain with a slightly puzzled look and opened the door. 

"May I help you?" he asked, with only a hint of interest.

His name was Jordan. We were both 28. 28, wow, ten years since high school now. I hadn't seen him but from afar for ten years. He was still muscular. He was a star of the football team then. He had that, "aw shucks" kind of Tom Brady cuteness. His muscles still rippled under his shirt, no doubt due to his work in his daddy's construction business. I'd done my homework. It's amazing how much you can learn about a person online. Facebook can be your own private investigator. I knew that he still lived in our hometown. I'd since moved away. I knew where he worked. I even knew he was "single and looking." I also knew that it didn't mean he was looking for me. He'd never paid any attention to me in high school. I was kind of a mousy nerd then. I hadn't developed, either physically or emotionally. My breasts which were once small and barely noticeable were now full and inviting, even more so with my purposely revealing top. I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Jordan? It's Chelsea Lane. Ridgeway high, remember?"

His lip curled slightly into a smile. "Not really. I mean I remember high school," he laughed. "Just not you, at least I don't think so."

My heart began to sink. I didn't seem to be interesting him at all, even dressed as I was and willing for...well...whatever. Before I lost him completely I had to find a way in. 

"I was friends with Randi," I said, looking for his reaction.

His smile turned into a grin. "Randi," he laughed, "now her I remember...nothing personal," he said apologetically. I couldn't help seeing his arms flex naturally as he leaned against the door. God, he was sexy, even in his wife beater sleeveless shirt. Hell, he was everything I should not want in a man. His house was a mess, like a frat house after a party. He was unshaven, I'm sure that he was wearing the same clothes that he wore yesterday. He had a beat up old truck parked in the driveway. He was a guy whose best years were already behind him. Everyone else had moved on, moved out of town, as I did, even if it was just two towns over. Jordan had stayed. He'd stayed and would become his father, an old drunk hanging down at the local bar talking about his high school glory. Still, here I was, drooling over his physique and about to propose something that I'd longed for for years.

"It's ok," I smiled, "she was the popular one."

Randi was the reason why I was here, on his doorstep. Randi was a slut, pure and simple. The stories about her were legendary. I was her friend from grade school so I can personally vouch for some of them so I have no doubt the rest of them were true. Randi was blonde with tits to die for and a body hotter than the sun. She had boys eating out of her hand (and no doubt other places as well). I had to watch from the side as guys buzzed around her all day, all the while longing for the kind of attention she got naturally. Unwittingly, she tortured me with her sluttiness. I often had to "stand guard" for her as a lookout, as she dragged some lucky oaf into the janitor's closet or out in the woods for a blowjob or a quick fuck. She had no idea what she was doing to me as my own fire raged for what she had. She had no clue what aching I had as she'd finish her business. She'd appear out of the darkness with an embarrassed smile, often kissing me on the cheek as thanks. The intoxicating aroma of cum that was emanating from her lips just added to my torture. I wasn't sure if I was here because it was my own nature or whether years of having it thrown in my face did something to me. Regardless, I was here, ready for it. I'd just gotten out of a marriage where my ex was as interested in sex as I was in his droll re-counting of his boring days at the office. He had no interest nor care in my desires, and he had none of his own that I could gather. Not that he, nor anyone else in his position, would cater to my particular desire which led me here. I'd decided on Jordan because he was one of Randi's favorites. He was in on a lot of her adventures. I knew he'd need less explanation, he'd already seen what I'd be proposing.

"Come on in," he said. 

The mention of Randi had gotten me in the door as I'd hoped and suspected. He apologized for the mess. I shook my head. I still couldn't believe it was this kind of guy who was going to get to share my fantasy, that is, if he'd even have me. That thought alone was humiliating. The thought that I would leave myself open and vulnerable and that he could just laugh in my face had my heart racing.

"So what about Randi, how is she doing?" He asked, his interest evident now.

"Oh, I'm sure she's fine," I smiled. "I haven't seen her in a few years now, but, as you know, she will always do fine."

I finally caught him taking a peek at the tops of my breasts, which were spilling out of the top nicely. I purposely squeezed my arms together when I saw him looking, in order to accentuate the effect. I was starting to interest him, I could see it. "So what brings you here then...?" He started, before realizing he'd already forgotten my name.

"Chelsea..." I said with an embarrassed resignation. Here I was, about to offer it all, give it all to someone who can't even remember my name and probably wouldn't, ten minutes after. Hell, in a way though, it probably inflamed me even more. Humiliation seemed to be a big part of what I was going to offer. He offered me a beer and we chatted inanely for awhile. He really wasn't interesting at all but he had an animal magnetism that was undeniable. He was getting loosened up now. He definitely was flirting. I could see the beast in him starting to show. He could see he had a willing victim and he was starting to circle. I wanted him too but I had a greater agenda than just getting fucked on his dirty floor, on top of god knows how many days of dirty underwear. I kept bringing up Randi and kept hinting at what she'd done in high school. I think he was afraid to be totally frank, being that I was her friend, but I helped him along. I started being more forward about it.

"Remember that time on the school bus?" I said as I watched his eyes open wide. 

I was bluffing. I had no idea what happened on that bus other than what other people had told me. I knew, however, that he wouldn't remember that I wasn't there, hell, I'm sure he'd forgotten my name again already.

"Oh god yes, the bus," He said, his lust now evident. Still, he was embarrassed, I could tell as his face reddened.

"It's ok," I said reassuringly as I rubbed his knee. "She was a slut, we all knew it."

"God yes," he laughed, finally free to open up. "I can't believe how much cum she swallowed that night...I mean, the whole offensive team...and many of us more than once," he said, before catching himself. He looked at me as if he'd said too much. I just smiled.

"I know, she told me after that that was one of the best times she remembered from high school."

"Really?" he asked, incredulously. "I have to admit, some of those times..." he started, wistfully, "...were my best as well."

I couldn't help but notice a growing lump in his shorts. It was working. There was a fire in him now. It was as if the ghosts of the past were waking. He looked more like the winner he was in high school, his face was proud, strong. There was a confidence in him now that was previously lacking. He got to the point.

"So...Chelsea..." he said, proud of himself that he'd remembered my name. "What is it that brings you here, surely it isn't just to talk about Randi." He leaned in close to me, he put his arm around me, he was making his move.

My heart was thumping, it had come to it. It was as if I was hooked up directly to an electric outlet.

"I...uh...well, honestly..." I hemmed as his arm pulled me in closer, his leg now touched mine. His hand was sliding from my shoulder down to the outside of my breast. I knew I'd better come out with it before my mouth was full of his cock and his cum and any chance that I had to use his lust to further my plans would vanish. I pulled away from him slightly to face him.

"Listen, you don't know how hard it is for me to come here, to ask you this," I said with urgency.

"Ask me what?" he said, his eyes on fire. He pulled me in close, he planted a kiss on my lips that could melt the ice caps. I had to fight my own lust to push him away.

"Seriously, Jordan," I said pleadingly. 

He just smiled mockingly. He knew he had me. He knew he was going to conquer me. He knew he'd be planted inside me shortly. For now though, he was willing to let me dangle.

"Ok," he chuckled, "what is so important?"

I brought up Randi again. This time I was more specific. I reminded him of all those things she did, mostly the ones with him, the ones I knew for a fact. He smiled lustily. He nodded knowingly after each one.

"So"? he asked impatiently. He was like a tiger. He wanted his prey, I had to finally spill it.

"I watched Randi all those years. I watched how guys used her. How she willingly took it. I watched how turned on she got doing it. From the outside it looked so embarrassing, so humiliating. I mean, how did she put up with everyone knowing what she was doing? I couldn't imagine how she could stand people talking about her like that.

"Yeah, that had to be tough," Jordan said in a moment of compassion.

"But that's the thing," I said with emphasis, "she dug that. She would tell me that that was the very thing she enjoyed. We were the ones with the hang-ups. She already knew who she was, what she was. She was a slut, a proud one, she had no problem with that whatsoever. And, god bless her heart, no doubt she's somewhere, right now, on her back with some strange guy's cock up her pussy and loving it."

Jordan could only smile. His hands were now on my tits, he was massaging them gently as I spoke. I wanted to strip off my clothes and climb on top of his glorious cock, and yes, he had a glorious cock. I'd seen it a couple times as Randi took him in her pouty slut mouth. She hadn't meant for me to see but I'd peeked in on them, lost in my own lust. He knew he was going to have me, he was more comfortable now allowing me to talk, he knew I wasn't going to escape.

"Ok, we both know Randi was a slut, an awesome one at that," He grinned. "But, what does that have to do with you, with us, at this moment in time?"

"I want what she had," I blurted out, finally spilling my secret that I'd harbored for over a decade now.

"What? Want what she had?" he asked in confusion.

"Yessss," I hissed in a sexual fever, my lust was now mixed with fear, embarrassment and adrenaline. "I want what she had, all of it. I want to be used by men like she was. I want to be taken like a slut. I want strangers to have me, I want it all, just like she had it," I said, collapsing in his strong arms.

"Wow," he said in shock. "What the fuck? I mean really? So you are starting with me...." he said, staring into my eyes which now sported tears. He'd forgotten my name again.

"CHELSEA!" I whined. In some ways the humiliation of having to keep reminding him of my name just added to my sexual fever.

He pushed me away for the moment. His eyes burned into my very soul. He didn't say a word for the longest time. He stood up. He paced around me.

"I don't get this," he said. "I mean look at you, you've obviously been thinking about this for years now. I can see you are well to do, at least well to do, relatively. Why me? Why now? Is this some kind of a trap, like trying to get pregnant or something? I don't get why someone like you would come here and say that. What is it that you want, exactly?"

I was sobbing softly now. I was as embarrassed as I'd ever been. I couldn't believe now that I'd actually said it to him. I should've expected his reaction. My mind was spinning.

"I just wanted to experience what she had," I said, crying softly.

"And you just wanted to start with me?" he asked, with a softer tone now.

"No, that wasn't it at all," I said. "I just figured that you, of all people, would understand, since you'd been with her so often."

"So what did you want from me then, if it wasn't to fuck?"

"I didn't say that I didn't want you to fuck me..." I started, before I halted, embarrassed again. I couldn't look him in the eye. "I want you to make it happen, like you did for her. I heard about you, I watched you back then. You made sure she was good and used. I want that too."

He started to smile again. "So you want me to be like your pimp?"

"No! Well, yes, I guess...kind of," I said, not even sure myself now. "I want you to set things up, like you did with her, to make sure that I get good and used, like she did back then, god, I can't even say this right...does this make any sense at all?"

He had a knowing look now. "Well, I can't say the why of it makes sense, but, I'm starting to get the what. Let's see if I can help you out. What you want is...you want me to use you, sexually..." he said, all the while gauging my reaction. I could only nod. "but, beyond that, it's not just me you want to use you..." he said as he waited for my response. Again, I nodded affirmatively. He wouldn't stand for that. He made me say it.

"Yes, sir, that's what I want." I said submissively.

He beamed at the "sir" thing. It had been many years since he'd felt like a king, he was soaking it up now. It was as I'd hoped.

"So, you want to be used sexually, I got that. But how? How often? By how many? I mean, what are your expectations? What are the parameters here?

"I...I don't really have any..." I choked out. "I mean, I don't want to be hurt, physically, of course. But as far as giving pleasure, I don't have limitations...I just want you to think of the kinds of things Randi did, and make me do those as well."

"I see," he said, as he rubbed his chin knowingly. He was definitely getting it now. "So it's more than just a slut thing," he said. "I see that it also a control thing. It's not just that you want to have a bunch of sex. It is also important that you be made to do it, set up to do it by someone else, that someone being me."

"Yesss..." I mumbled quickly, adding, "and the more humiliating the better." God, I couldn't believe I said that, it was all out there now. There was no more hiding. It was all up to him now. I lay in a heap on his stained couch. I was panting from the strain of it all.

"Well, I can see that you aren't here for some other nefarious purpose. I guess you are legitimate. I mean, it's quite a surprising offer and lord do I miss those days of Randi," he said, laughing at himself. "Ok, I get what you want, at least I think I do. Before I decide though, this all has to be worked out. I mean, what's in it for me?"

"Well, sex with a hot, sexy woman?" I said, as I looked up at him, his eyes clearly finding my tits.

He laughed, "well, yeah. But, seriously, I want to be clear on all of this. As of now what you want to happen to you is all speculation. You can say you want to be used, by me, by others. But really what does that mean in reality? I think we need to draw up some ground rules."

"Like a contract?" I said hopefully, I'd considered all of it so many times before, it was now well rehearsed.

"Damn, yeah, like a contract. You'd do that?"

"If it helps you, sir," I said, demurely. I wanted to do it more than he would ever know. 

"Yes, yes it would," he smiled. He got a pen and a piece of paper. The humiliation of what I was about to agree to had me at a fever pitch. "Ok, let's see, article one..." he grinned proudly at his attempt to make it appear legal. "What should the first thing be, and be specific, like it was an official contract."

I already had been through this in my mind. I got on my knees beside him. He was sitting at his dining table. He just looked down at me and smiled.

"I think article one should be about us, sir, about what your rights are with me."

He smiled, "I like that, I agree."

Write this, if you wish, sir. "I, Chelsea Lane agree to allow Jordan Ryan full use of her body sexually. As often and in any fashion he so chooses, outside of causing permanent physical injury."

"Ooo, very nice," he said. "I think we need a time frame though, I mean, this isn't for eternity."

"No, I agree, sir, what do you think is appropriate?

"I don't know," he said. He obviously hadn't thought this all out like I had, "how about one month?"

"How about three months, sir?" I said quickly, with shame, my head down to avoid his gaze.

"Three months?" he chuckled. He ran his hand through my hair like he was petting his dog. I loved that thought. "Three months it is."

"Yes, sir," I nodded.

"Ok, on to article two," he said, he was now fully engaged.

"I think article two should be about others, sir."

"I agree," he said with growing lust. His hand found his way to my breasts again and he idly stroked them as we stopped for a moment to think about this next paragraph. "Take them out," he said with a growing gruffness. I looked up and nodded. I removed my top, it left my bare tits free for him to fondle. He pawed them roughly, I could only moan. He brought me back to task. "Article two, sex with others, what are you agreeing to?"

He wanted me to say it, he knew more about humiliation than I gave him credit for. He was playing me like a Stradivarius.

"How about this, sir, if you agree...I Chelsea Lane agree to allow Jordan Ryan to transfer his sexual rights to her body, outlined in article one, to any others that he chooses."

"Hmm, I like it," he smiled with a mock cruelness, "however, it's missing something."

"What is that, sir?"

"I think this is where I need the most clarification," he said. "I mean, others, that's vague. Who? When? How many? How often?"

"I guess that would be up to you," I said hopefully.

"That doesn't really help," he mused. "I mean, would you suck the mailman off if I asked? Would you fuck my best friend? Would you pick up a guy in a bar and take him home? Would you fuck a black guy? Would you take on all my poker buddies?" he asked thoughtfully. He was definitely winging it.

I looked at him directly. "Um, yes, yes, yes, yes.....and yes," I said with purpose. I was squirming in my own juices now.

"Ok, I guess that clears that up, however, it's still not written as concisely in legalese as I want."

I thought about it for a second. "Ok, how about this? I Chelsea Lane agree to allow Jordan Ryan to transfer his sexual rights to her body, as outlined in article one, to any others he chooses as often and in any fashion he chooses," I said, emphasizing the change.

"That is perfect!" he smiled, he was tugging on my nipples now, he was making me shift from knee to knee in wonderful discomfort.

"Do we need anything else, I mean, this is pretty comprehensive," he said, scanning his hastily written document.

I looked down again, in embarrassment. "Can you put something in there about humiliation?"

"Like what, for example?" He asked. He was making me spill it again. I was nearly gushing.

"How about, Mr. Ryan agrees to make the sexual use as humiliating and embarrassing as he can, based on his prior experiences with Randi?"


Chelsea's Contract Ch. 01



He jotted it down quickly. "Nice," he laughed. "humiliation is so vague though..." he said, looking off into the distance.

I helped him finish the thought, "humiliation in any fashion, shape or form, as determined by Mr. Ryan," I said hopefully.

"Perfect, take off your pants," he lustily grunted. I stood up and slid them off of me. I kicked off my sandals, I was now clad only in my briefest pink lacy underwear. His eyes told me he approved. I knelt back on the floor beside him, he leaned over me to run his hands over my nakedness. I was moaning now.

"Do we need anything else?" He wondered aloud, not necessarily directed at me.

I nodded no, I had laid it all out for him.

"Maybe just a couple things," he added. It says in the articles, "In any fashion he chooses," I need to be specific here. So you are agreeing to sex in any fashion? "

"Yes," I said softly, my face still quite red.

"Instead of , "in any fashion" how about we say, orally, vaginally and anally?"

I nearly coughed. I knew that that was what I meant when I said "in any fashion," but I blanched at hearing it written out so plainly.

"Ok, sir, if you'd prefer that," I said in resignation.

"Good, because I surely will love tapping that spectacular ass," he said, as he unashamedly ogled my nearly naked backside.

"It is your property, sir," I said in shame, "I'm yours to do with what you wish."

"Good, because I hate limitations," he said steely.

"You have none with me, sir." I said demurely. I was falling easily into the role that I'd craved for so long.

"You like the humiliation, eh?" he asked, making me look in his soft brown eyes.

"yess..." I croaked.

"How about I add some specifics to article two?"

"Like what, sir?"

"Well, like the mailman thing. And, there's a guy or two I know still in town that I think you'd be humiliated having to put out for."

Jordan saw my reluctant look. "Backing out so soon, before we even sign the contract?"

"Never!" I said with assurance, I wasn't going to let my dream of the last decade vanish like that.

"Good, I'd have hated for it to end so soon. There are a couple guys in particular that I think may be suitable for your desire for humiliation." He wouldn't tell me who they were, no matter how much I whined.

"Is that it, sir?" I squeaked, hoping to sign it before he thought of some other more cruel punishment for my own desires.

"One last thing," he said, which caused my heart to skip in anticipation. Article 3. I've been thinking, all this is geared to you. You get all the fun, I have to do all the work setting everything up. I think the last one should be for me."

"What is it you desire, sir?"

"I think that, at the end of three months, no doubt you'll have had as much, if not more, than you ever could imagine handling." That statement sent a jolt directly to my clit. "However, for me, what if it isn't enough?" He said, waiting for my reaction. I just waited for it.

"So, I think article 3 should say, "at the end of the agreed three months, Jordan Ryan has the option of adding three more months, at his discretion, if Ms Lane has been determined to be suitable for his needs."

Fuck, he was crueler and more wicked than I gave him credit for. I loved the humiliation of the if I was "suitable" or not. He made a big show of signing the contract at the bottom. He presented it to me. I stood up, I was dripping. His hands were all over me. My nipples were getting red and puffy from his use.

"Are you bold enough to sign it?" he asked. "I mean seriously, if you have any reservations you shouldn't do it. This is all very fucking hot and all, but I do not want to get started in this and then have it ruin your life. You'd better be damned sure before you sign it, because I have every intention of making it all happen."

"I know you do, sir," I said as I signed it properly at the bottom. My heart was fluttering and in my throat, but my pussy betrayed my rational side.

"Wow," he said, "it's done." He sat back in his chair thoughtfully. "Fuck, I haven't had a good lay in way too long, it's been like, two weeks now," he said, making me cringe. I didn't want to tell him how long it'd been for me. He took the contract and folded it and put it in his pocket. "I'm going to have this notarized," he said, adding to my embarrassment. It meant someone else was going to be allowed to read it. "I'll send you a copy," he smirked. "Ok, I am going to fuck the living shit out of you, however, I think you need to prove your allegiance to me first."

I nodded, "What do you wish, sir?" 

He took down his pants, I sighed when I saw his cock for the first time in a long time, it was stirring. He said, "Lick my ass."

I'm sure he saw the shock in my face. 

"Don't worry, I just took a shower. Randi loved doing it. You want to be like Randi, lick my ass."

I didn't move. He continued to challenge me. "If you want to be like Randi you are going to have to start proving to me you are capable. Looks to me like so far you are just a chick with a crazy fantasy. All talk and no action." It worked, he shamed me into it.

I dropped to my knees. He turned around and bent over. My tongue found his asshole. He groaned when I flicked it lightly around the ring. It was a bit tangy but, surprisingly, it didn't bother me, in fact, it was turning me on.

"Fuck me with it," he panted. I did, he was squirming. He stopped me. "Fuck, I'm not sure Randi could've done better," he said, making me suddenly proud.

"I have an idea," he said. He tossed me a shirt that was balled up on the floor in the corner. "Put it on, quick," he urged. It was a buttoned down shirt, it was wrinkled, it smelled of his sweat. I crinkled up my nose. He just laughed. "Oh, this is nothing in your new journey, believe me." I suspected as much as well. 

He stepped up to me, he unbuttoned the top buttons. He tied the bottom part hastily together, baring my flat tummy. I stood in front of him with my tits poking out the top. I only had on my panties otherwise.

"Too bad you don't have heels," he sniffed, "I'd like that look."

"Next time, sir, if you wish," I said, head lowered.

"Right, now here's what I want. I see the mail truck outside. Usually the guy hits my house last. I don't think he's been here yet. Go outside to the box, wait for him."

"Fuck," I thought, this was all happening so quickly. I remembered the contract, how he added me putting out for the mailman. Surely it wouldn't happen so fast.

"What...what am I doing once I'm out there?" I asked hesitatingly.

"Advertising," he grinned evilly.

"But I'm just dressed in these panties and you've got my tits hanging out, sir, won't your neighbors wonder?"

"Who cares? Fuck it, I want those fuckers to see the slut I'm fucking," he said curtly.

Fuck, he was like a maestro at this, he was cutting right to the heart of my fantasy. He marched me outside.

"Take your time, dear," He said smugly. He watched as I sauntered out to his mailbox, which was down at the end of his long driveway.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see neighbors outside on both sides. I didn't dare look either way. I had to wait an embarrassing several minutes until I saw the mailman approach. It was a stocky guy, his hair graying, his gut starting to hang over his belt. He was thick though, like he'd been a sportsman in his time. His eyes latched onto the tops of my breasts right away. He made small talk, purposely trying to lengthen his time with me. I wasn't sure what Jordan wanted. Then I remembered the contract and what he said, "advertising." He wanted me to flirt and to open up something for, "later" so I did. I encouraged the small talk and responded by moving just so that I knew he'd see more. I gestured frequently which caused the shirt to move and at some point I'm sure he caught healthy views of both my tits. I even caught him peeking down at my pink lacy panties, which I was almost sure now were soaked. Reluctantly he pulled away, his duty calling. In my mind, I saw Jordan at the door, forcing me onto my knees with just a look. I saw myself taking out the mailman's cock and sucking him off, right there and then. I quickly snapped back to reality when he said, "Goodbye," and walked away. I thanked him for the mail, I wasn't sure if I should do more but I allowed him to leave. I walked back to Jordan, who had a huge smile on his face.

"You fucker," I smiled with embarrassment.

"Hush, you dig this shit," he laughed, "I can see it by your panties."

I blushed. He was right, I was hotter than ever.

"If I tell you to run after him right now and let him fuck you in his mail truck, would you do it?" He said, his face turning serious.

"Yes," I said hesitatingly. I knew I would, but at that moment I was hoping beyond hope to be taken first by this wonderful hunk of a man. He didn't disappoint, he pulled me in roughly by my hands.

"Good, I just needed to know you'd honor your word," he smiled.

He pulled me inside and threw me on the floor. Amongst the dirty laundry, dish towels, and food crumbs from god knows what, he ripped my panties off of me. I saw his cock again for the first time in years. It was hard and ready. I'd wanted him for all this time, now he had me. He fucked me raw, like the animal I knew he was. He wouldn't let me up, he held my hands down while he drilled into me. Sweat was dripping from his body, I didn't care. He plunged into me deeply, reaching places no one had reached. I arched my back, I bucked back as if I was fighting him. He just grunted and held me tighter, so that I couldn't move, so that all I could do was just take it and take it I did, for what seemed like hours. I can't tell you the number of times I came on his dick, something that had never happened to me before. Finally, the glaze in his eyes was complete. With one last fevered pitch he pummeled his cock into me. He filled me with his cum along with a howl that was feral. He collapsed on top of me. I was whimpering now. He finally rolled off of me. He made me clean his cock with my tongue. 

Then, gruffly, he tossed my pants and top at me. "Now, get the fuck out, I'll call you and I expect you to answer, whenever and wherever you may be. Just because we agreed to give you to others doesn't mean I'm not going to wear that shit out myself. I plan on using you as my own personal cum rag."

I flushed noticeably with shame. I was dripping, both from his cum and my own lust. I wondered to myself if this is what Randi always felt. I guessed it was.

"Yes, sir," I nodded. He pushed me out the door with my clothes in my hands. I'm sure the neighbors got a good look at the slut putting her clothes on while standing on his porch. I'm sure Jordan liked that as well.

{End of part one of "Inside Chelsea", part two to follow}



Chelsea's Contract Ch. 02



(This is part two of "Chelsea's contract"}

I got a call at 7 am the next morning. "Morning, sunshine...listen, I've got a hard dick and I need a nice warm hole to stick it in, I want you here, now. Don't bother with underwear, I don't want to have to rip it off you this early," Jordan said, before hanging up the phone abruptly.

It wasn't unexpected. After all, when you give the sexual rights to your body to someone, you have to expect them to take you up on it. I rolled out of bed, albeit somewhat reluctantly. My pussy was still sore from yesterday's pounding. That man sure had a nice dick. I thought about showering but I thought, "Fuck it," as just kind of a passive aggressive way of showing him my displeasure at the early morning wakeup. Still, my duty was clear and my excitement at him being so willing to use me again after our agreement made me feel that familiar tingling.

I knocked on his door and he suddenly appeared and yanked me inside. He planted one of his famous kisses on me and I swear the knees got weak, I used to think it was a cliché. I knew this is what must have intoxicated Randi as well. I could only hope to be used as often and as thoroughly as she was, back in the day. He had a cold, urgent look.

"Hey, you know what would be humiliating?" He asked sharply.

"Um, having to show up at someone's house early in the morning, just to get used?" I said, attempting humor.

He barely acknowledged it. He continued, "I think that every time you come here you should start taking your clothes off right out of the car, and that you are nude by the time you reach the sidewalk."

"Oh fuck," I moaned. 

He could see my grimace. He paid no mind. "Then, after I'm done with you, you can collect your things on the way out."

"The neighbors..." I started to whine.

"I told you already, I want the neighbors to see the slut I'm fucking. I'm betting they aren't fucking what I am." 

With that he pushed me unceremoniously to my knees. He pushed the skirt up over my hips and eased his already hard cock into me. I groaned. He felt so good inside me again. But, this wasn't about me. He was immediately urgent. This was about him, getting off in some hot, wet hole. That hot, wet hole was me. He pumped me full of his sperm and slapped me on my ass, hard.

"Thanks, whore," he smiled. "I'm going to want a blowjob later, I always like those after a hard day at work."

"I work too, you know," I said.

"Yes, of course you do, when you aren't out sexual slaving to people. Listen, I'm occasionally a reasonable guy, I'll try to work around it. However, if I want you when you are working, you'll just have to make do."

"Yes, sir," I said, defeated. 

He made arrangements for me to meet him at his construction site after work. He made it clear that I was only coming to give him head.

I thought about him all day. I thought about his cock. I thought about the contract I signed. I thought about what he would make me do over the next three months. Then I remember that I was more likely to be his slave for the next six months. I sighed. My pussy wasn't helping, it wanted more. Work seemed to race by, what with my constant thought of my mouth on that glorious cock. I hadn't tasted him yet. No doubt though, I'd learn to love that taste.

I met him at the trailer office at his construction site promptly. I knew better than to be late. I walked in. It was just him and his foreman, Hammish. Jordan was his daddy's vice president, though by his physique it was no desk work for him. Jordan waved off Hammish with a grunt. Hammish just tipped his cap and smiled at me as he walked towards the door. He was nearly out when he popped his head back in.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to this fine young lady?" He inquired sweetly.

"Oh, she's just some whore that's going to give me head in a minute, name is Ch.....C....?" he said, without looking up. 

"Chelsea!" I said, frustrated. Hammish just shook his head, shrugged his shoulders at me and closed the door behind him.

"Now that had to be humiliating," Jordan said with a wink.

I just nodded, my face flush with proof. He leaned back against his desk. "Now come here," he said, pointing me to the floor.

I crawled to him and unzipped his fly. I'd seen Randi do this a number of times and I can still remember the feeling of jealousy I always got. Now, here I was, on my knees with this beautiful man's dick in my hand. I wanted to please him, please him better than Randi ever did. I have to admit, my oral skills haven't been well used. My ex husband could've cared less about it. I think he thought it was gross, or, he was grossed out by the thought of having to return the favor, either way, what I knew about giving head was mostly from watching porn. I was sucking him too fast.

"Whoa there, C, slow it down," he panted. "Make love to it. Feel it in your mouth, taste it, lick it, enjoy it."

I did as he instructed. It must've worked because soon he was groaning. "Oh yeah, like that, baby, just like that," he said, panting. "I'm going to fill your mouth, slut..." 

I started to look up at him to gauge his excitement. I thought of all the times I peeked in on Randi, watching as Jordan and others filled her mouth with cum. I remembered that taste of it on her lips. I remembered Jordan's awe at how much cum she swallowed the night of the bus trip when she orally took them all. I wanted it. I wanted it all, deep inside me, all those years I swore I'd never let a drop of cum go to waste. He didn't disappoint. He filled my mouth up. I slurped up most of it and sort of choked on the rest, but regained my composure and swallowed all of it down. I looked up at him with pride.

"That was good, for the first time," he laughed. "I'll make sure your skills get honed, though," he smiled. I beamed. "I'll expect you every day at the same time, unless you hear otherwise. Oh, and same deal applies with the clothes here. Discard your clothes on the steps outside before you come in. Don't worry, guys aren't usually hanging around here, after work, they don't want to be caught dead working overtime," he smirked. "However, even if they are you still do it, you dig being humiliated, right?" He laughed knowingly.

"Yes, sir," I said softly. I wondered to myself if I was crazy for wanting this sort of use. Here I was, standing there, beaming at taking a mouth full of his cum and he hadn't lifted a finger to please me. Then I realized, he did please me, by giving me just what I've been craving for years now. I bowed before him in jest and skipped out with a smile on my face. I think even he may have been a bit surprised at how well I was taking to this. Probably made him want to test me even more.

I did as he asked. Each morning that he summoned me I pulled into his driveway. I quickly removed my clothes outside of my car, I laid the clothes on the hood and I marched to his door briskly. He made a point of being slow to open it. He'd promptly use my pussy in all sorts of positions, using different pieces of furniture to prop me up, before filling me with cum and sending me on my way. I couldn't get used to being naked outside, however. No matter that I'd done it a half dozen times I always rushed to the door and was relieved when he took me inside to use me. I knew they saw me, though, I could see some of them out of the corner of my eye. I knew what they must think. "What a fucking slut." I knew they were right. I really was. If they only knew the old me, they'd see what a total risk I was taking agreeing to all this. Even I couldn't understand the monster that this desire had come within me. In my head I could see them all shaking their heads at me disapprovingly. Inside it made me cringe a little, I wondered if Randi ever felt the same way. I also wondered if she was as turned on by is as I seemed to be.

At the construction site I'd slurp up his cum and probably due to a cue from Hammish, I was "caught" on more than one occasion getting naked outside the trailer. Jordan allowed them long looks too, as he made me wait outside, allowing them to see everything I had. Just a naked white girl with a very red face. Then, Jordan would pull me in, only to push me out minutes later, licking cum off my lips. "Fuck," I remember thinking, "whoever thought cum was this good."

Jordan was true to his word. He was using me like a cum dump. Often times I was just a wet hole to him, he wouldn't say a word. I could see him at times looking at me, as if he was considering something, he just wouldn't say what. That changed after two weeks of continued use.

"Listen whore," he said gruffly over the phone one morning as I tried to shake the fogginess off.

"Yes, sir?" I said sleepily. 

"My dick is getting a little sore fucking that tight hole of yours. I need to take a break. You can take a rest from pleasing me, for now, until I decide again when I want to use your holes."

As such, I'm instituting article two of our agreement. 

"Which is?" I said, as I sat straight up, my mind now clear.

"You know damned well what it is, well not exactly what it is, but you know what I mean," he laughed. He gave me an address to an office downtown. "Be there at 5:15, wear something easily removable, nothing else. Keep your cell phone on." He hung up.

My pussy was starting its familiar ache. I knew we were still early in our game. So much was yet to happen, I was excited, yet terrified by it all. I had no idea what to expect. I threw on a light sundress. I didn't even wear shoes, he said, "nothing else," after all. I hoped that somehow he'd be impressed with my submissiveness to his whims. I showed up at the office on my note. As if on cue, my cell phone rang. 

"Are you there? Good, being timely, that's a nice quality in a whore," he said, purposely poking me. "Are you standing outside the office now? Good, now, as with me, I want you to take off your clothes and knock on the door. If you did as I asked, it should be easy, you shouldn't have much on."

"Fuck!" I thought aloud when I saw the lettering on the door. "Bill Riley, computer technical expert."

I heard Jordan laugh, "Yes, you are at Bill's office. He does some website work for my dad."

Bill was the biggest, grossest nerd from our high school. If there was a picture in the dictionary to define the word dweeb, his would be it.

"You remember Bill, don't you?"

"Yes, I remember," I groaned. Despite my desire for attention during those days I had to rebuff Bill almost daily. For some reason he was drawn to me. How Jordan knew how humiliating this would personally be for me, I'll never know.

"Now, off with your clothes, quickly, if you don't want anyone to see, then knock on his door, politely!" he said, hardly helpfully.

I shucked off the sundress and left it in a heap in the hall. The building was mostly deserted, from what I could tell, still, I could hear workers moving around in the distance. My mind was filled with thoughts of escape, there was no way that I could want this, right? Still there I was, I found myself at his door. I could see movement behind the smoky glass. I thought of Randi, and my obsession with the fantasy for all these years. I knew she had done worse. I startled myself with my own knocking on the window. He opened the door. His mouth hit the floor.

"Chelsea Lane?!" he said with a girlish scream. My face hit my chest, I didn't want him to look at me in the eyes. "My goodness," he said like a schoolboy after his first prom kiss, "Jordan said he was sending me a reward for finishing the website for his father, but damn," he said, his smile threatening to overwhelm his horn rimmed glasses. 

Suddenly we both remembered that I was completely naked. He shut the door quickly behind me. "What is this all about, Chelsea?" He said questioningly. In a flash I thought about the absurdity of it all. He can remember my name. The irony that here is a guy that has wanted me as long as I've known him. A guy, by all accounts, is a nice guy, a decent, hard working, smart guy who seemed to have a genuine interest in me. And yet, a guy who has made me uncomfortable just thinking about him. All the while, another guy, an immature, big slob of a man, a guy who has nothing but his daddy's business going for him, has me weak in the knees, willing to do his sexual bidding. Suddenly, my thought was interrupted by a text message. 

It read, "tell him you are there as a reward for his services."

I looked at Bill's sweaty face and I repeated the message to him. His eyes were all over me. 

"Really? What does that mean?" He said excitedly.

Another text came through. "Tell him that he gets to pick your mouth or your pussy." 

I could barely cough it out as Bill stood there, transfixed. Still, I mouthed the words, barely loud enough for him to hear. "You get to pick my mouth or my pussy," I strained, "as a reward for your work."

Bill may be a nerd, a sweaty, socially stunted nerd but he's no fool.

"Fuck, your pussy, I want your pussy!"

I nodded in defeat. "Where? How?" I said, my shame evident.

"Fuck, I don't know," Bill whined.

I just shook my head. I had to help him do this. I bent over his desk. I shoved my ass back towards him. "Do it like this," I urged, "fuck me like this." 

I didn't know if he was a virgin or not. But there his cock was, poised at my entrance. I reached around to grab it and guide it in. "Whoa," I thought, it was longer than I'd have expected.

If I wanted it to fill me and touch me like Jordan's dick I was soon disappointed. Bill grunted and huffed and humped me like a hedgehog. I got a text, as I was getting fucked over the desk.

"Tell him you want his cum in your mouth," it began...."tell him you've always wanted to taste him."

"Fuck!" I screamed in my head. He was getting right to the core of personal shame. Yet, I found myself saying it out loud. "Bill, I want you to cum in my mouth, let me know when you are ready, I've always wanted to taste you," I barely got out in time before I felt him start to spasm. I spun around just in time to get my head over his pussy soaked cock as he fired his cum deep in my throat. I realized then how wet I was, my own wetness had made him so slippery.

"Oh god, yes, Chelsea, I've wanted it too, for sooooo long," he wailed as he continued to spurt. 

I quickly licked up the rest of his cum off his dick. I stood up abruptly and grabbed my sundress from the hallway and threw it on. I smiled at Bill as I walked out, without saying anything. Suddenly, another text came.

"Tell him you'd love him to cum in your pussy next time," it said, 

"Next time? Fuck," I groaned. 

I could feel his desire to humiliate me grow, just as my desire for it had grown. My shoulders slumped. This most certainly was humiliating. Bill was standing there comically, in his doorway, his shrinking penis hanging, his pants around his ankles.

"Maybe next time you can cum in my pussy?" I said with a forced smile as I turned and shut the door behind me. "Who am I kidding?" I thought, I hated this but I needed it. I knew I'd be back, and willingly. I'd just fucked the creepiest guy in my whole life. Jordan seemed to know what was driving me.

He made me wait days, with me conjuring up all sorts of images of what was in store. He had me on edge, he must've known it. It was the first time he hadn't called on me for this long. I wanted his cock, I wanted his use. I actually wanted him to use me, just a slut to stick his dick in. He knew it, that's why he was making me wait.

It was an agonizing wait. I jumped for my phone like a giddy schoolgirl when I saw he was calling again.

"Hey whore, had a nice break?" He asked, his soft words contradictory to his word choice.

"It was you that wanted the break, sir," I said, trying not to offend him.

"Ah, yes, you got me," he laughed. "Still, I'd been using that pussy and mouth hard..." he said.

"Yes you have, sir, and thank you," I said sweetly.

"Listen, it's been a few days, you must be ready for something new by now," he said, hopefully.

"It's been five days, sir," I said with childish impatience, "and you know I'm ready for it."

"I suspected as much, that's why I have a big day planned for you tomorrow. It all depends on how it goes, of course, but you could easily be fulfilling things on our contract, if all goes according to plan," he said, mysteriously.

"What is it, sir?" I said, even shocking myself at my eagerness.

"Take lunch off tomorrow, be at my house at noon, remember the clothing rule," he said.

"Yes, sir," I said, my heart started it's familiar thumping at the thought. 

I arrived at noon the next day. I only had an hour for lunch, I'd hoped to not have to miss any work. I dutifully stripped off my clothes in the driveway and rushed to the door. It was locked, Jordan wasn't home. I took a note from the front door. "Have a seat on the front porch," was all it said. I knew better than to try and hide myself. Jordan wouldn't permit it, I was sure. No neighbors were in their front yards, thank god. Suddenly, I saw the mailman walking up to the box. I shrank down a little, the car was between me and him. I felt his presence before I saw him. 

"Ma'am?" he said with a start, seeing me sitting there naked.

I had no idea what to say, I started to apologize profusely. He just smiled at how frustrated I was getting and put his hands up.

"Hey now, hey now," he said, "everything is fine. We're all adults here."

My heart was racing, I was still lost to find something to say.

He was holding an envelope in his hand. He handed it to me. On the front it was addressed to, "Naked girl on the porch."

"What's this about, then?" He asked with a smirk. 

I shrugged and opened it. "Article two, sucking off the mailman for a tip for his hard work," was all that was written. Jordan! It was one thing being humiliated being seen naked, now I had to somehow explain that I wanted to give him a blowjob. I could only shrug at him. I figured, fuck, what better way to tell him. I handed him the opened envelope and let him read it himself. He looked at me at first like I was crazy.

"Look, I don't know what you are into..." he said hesitatingly. I knew what Jordan would want.

"I'm into sucking off nice guys as a reward for their hard work," I shrugged. 

I guess honesty is the best policy for it wasn't even a minute later I was on my knees in the back part of the driveway, sucking on this older man's cock. His reward became mine as he filled my mouth. I looked him deep in the eyes as he watched me swirl up his cum with my tongue then swallow it with a grin.

"Fuckkkkkkk," was all he could say. He quickly fastened himself up and with embarrassment, beat a hasty retreat. I was still on my knees at the side of the house when I looked up I caught Mr. Henderson from next door peeking out of his kitchen window. He just caught me licking the last drop of his mailman's cum off my lips. I blushed at him and ran to retrieve my clothing. A text was waiting on my phone in the car.

"I'm sure you didn't disappoint however, I may need you to do that on a regular basis, just to polish your oral skills. However, your day isn't over, be at the Honey Bee lounge at 10pm, dress like the slut you are," I sighed, a slut's day is never over, I guess. My head was screaming at me to stop, to back off, still, the fire in my pussy told me argued otherwise. I remembered Jordan saying something about picking someone up in a bar if he asked. I wondered if this is what the next task would be. "The Honey Bee lounge," I thought, "I think that's the place that's owned by our old high school principal."

I wore the sluttiest thing I could dare myself to wear, figuring that it's what Jordan would want. It was a stretchy black dress that hugged my body snugly. normally, I'd wear a sweater over the top but now I was to be on display and I knew it. Without a bra my nipples were as clear as the buttons down the front. I found my best high black heels and finished the look up with some sultry red lipstick. I looked at myself in the mirror, I could barely recognize it was me. It hit me how much I looked like Randi. I was amazed at how much I was living for what Jordan wanted. I barely knew the man, still, I'd been willing to do whatever he'd asked of me. As I dressed I thought about Randi, about it all. I was definitely being humiliated and so far, I'd been used fairly well. Still, I thought of Randi, about the stories of her, her oral bang on the bus, stories of her in the shower of the men's locker room, of her stepping out of the teacher's lounge with her clothes askew, followed by some of the coaching staff. We always knew how she passed Phys Ed, even though she never went to class. I may have been where Randi started, but I didn't think I was where Randi had been, god, I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I wanted more and it excited and frightened me at the same time.




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 02



I showed up at the lounge a few minutes early. I waited in the parking lot. I got the expected text message. "Go into the bar and wait at the far end." 

I did as I was instructed. I looked around as I entered, there were only a few tables occupied, mostly with couples. I noticed a few older men at the bar, they all definitely took note of my entrance. I wondered to myself if this was Jordan's plan, if he knew how dead it was in here. I shouldn't have questioned it. I sat at the far end of the bar, away from the rest of the patrons. The bartender walked up to me, it was a lady, probably in her fifties, her hair salt and pepper, her eyelines cracked with wrinkles, no doubt from years of sunbathing. 

"Hiya, dear, what can I get you?" she asked.

"Um, red wine," I said, not sure if I was there to drink or not.

She laughed, "Red wine eh? We don't have much of a call for that in here, but I'm sure I'll find something." 

I waited for further instruction. Shelley, the barkeep came back with my drink. "Say.. " she said with a strange look. 

"Yes?" I asked.

"That guy over there at the table wondered if your name was Chelsea Lane."

"Why yes, it is." I said, surprised.

I looked over in the corner, it was Mr. Stewart, our old principal. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, he was, after all, the owner. I waved at him and smiled. He was in his 70's now. He was one of those give 'em hell guys. Totally fire and brimstone, it was said he was a former priest. He'd always liked me, from what I remembered, he always called me his, "good girl." No doubt that was in reference to the comparison to my friend, Randi, who he hated with a passion. She'd spent many a day in his office, I'd hear him yelling bible verses at her as I stood outside the door waiting for her.

"He said the drink is on him," Shelley said as I reached for my wallet. I hoisted my drink to him in thanks. I waited awhile and I noticed the room was filling up a bit. Most of the booths were now filled, I knew this bar was frequented by a lot of factory workers, must have just had a shift change.

"Weird," Shelley said as she approached me, holding an envelope. "Some guy just dropped this off and said it's for the slut at the end of the bar, sorry darling, his choice of words, not mine. You want it?" She said, apologetically.

I snatched it from her quickly while looking around the room. Jordan, that sneaky bastard, I didn't even see him. I opened the note, it read, "There will be a black guy in the booth by the door. Don't worry, you know this town, there will only be one black guy. Make yourself seen first. Maybe get up and dance. Tease a little. Do not turn the note over, I told Shelley to tell me if you did, wait until after the teasing."

I shuddered, "Dance? What does he mean dance? There's only a jukebox and no one is dancing in here nor does it look like they have in years," I thought. My mind raced. Still, I could tease, I know he wants me to. I downed the wine while I considered the possibilities. Shelley brought me another drink. I downed that one too while I was still thinking, I was on my third drink by the time I got up some courage. 

I got up, stretched overly dramatically and walked slowly towards the door. I walked past the booths. I saw the black man, it was Charlie Frye. Charlie was the only black guy at our high school. He was always nice, but none of my friends, including Randi, ever had anything to do with him. Randi had done black guys before so I'm sure it wasn't a personal thing. Our team was playing an all black school in football once and Randi disappeared for awhile. Next time I saw her she was emerging from under the bleachers licking her lips, closely followed by two of the darkest skinned black guys I've ever seen. So how she missed Charlie, I'll never know, she rarely passed up a hard dick. 

I saw the men all ogle me as I swayed my hips. I walked to the bathroom. I waited a few moments inside, savoring the safe haven for a few seconds, considering my next move. I knew they were watching when I passed. I mustered up some courage. 

I walked out. I strutted up to the jukebox. I put in a couple dollars, I picked from the lame selection. I wanted something sexy, instead, I pretty much had to settle for Michael Jackson. I closed my eyes. It was as if I kept them closed that all the world would be blind too. I knew better, but it helped me get through it. I swayed to the music, I started to feel it. I knew they were watching. I knew they all were watching, how could they not? Probably the first time in years that anyone had danced there. Not to mention a slut, dressed as I was dancing by herself, no doubt to advertise what she was. 

It only took one song and suddenly one of the men was dancing with me. He moved in quickly and soon his hands were wandering all over me. I allowed it. Pretty soon there were several men dancing with one slut, me. It got hot, they started grinding against me, I could only bump back into them, teasingly. I'm sure they thought they all had a shot at me.

I suddenly remembered Mr. Stewart. I chose not to look his way. I could feel his disapproving gaze even so. I turned with a flurry at the end of the song, my skirt rising up even higher, barely concealing the fact that I was pantiless. 

I marched past the group, back to my stool. I made sure I stopped to straighten out my dress just past Charlie, which gave him a nice long look at my ass. Fuck, I felt so wanton at the time. I'd never had a black guy before but here I was basically begging him to come get it. I'm sure it was everything Jordan had planned.

I reached my stool. Men buzzed all around me. I had to shoot them down, one by one. I did manage another couple drinks out of it, though. Finally, I got to turn over the note. "I'm sure you were a good girl, Shelley will let me know, if not, you'll be feeling my belt on your ass later," it started. I swear my pussy filled with all the blood from my head. "Fuck," I thought, why do I want that? I cried to myself. The note continued. "Now, the real task. Go find Charlie, whisper in his ear, "Have you ever fucked a white girl before?" I want that to be the first thing you say to him, even before "hi".

Charlie hadn't been one of the dancers. I'm sure he was afraid of the reaction he'd get. It's something you just don't see in this backwards town. I'm sure he thought some lucky white guy was going to be plowing this slut and at least he got a little show out of it. I'd never been with a black guy before, but I had no reservations about it, other than the obvious humiliation of being made to do it. I think some part of me, a proper southern girl, always has that fantasy of the dark skin against white, the forbidden nature of it. I realized it was getting to me too, my pussy reminded me. I gulped. I was buzzed, my pussy was wet and I was ready for it. I didn't bother with the anxiety of it all. If I thought about it I'd worry about it, I didn't give myself time. I picked up my purse, I walked towards the door, Charlie was eyeing me the whole time, while talking to his buddies. He was against the wall in the booth, another guy was on the outside, this made my task even harder. "Fuck it, it can't get more embarrassing anyway," I thought to myself. I walked up to their booth. They all were looking at me. Several I had danced with. I leaned across the guy between Charlie and me. My tits dangled right in front of the first guy, barely contained by the material. He took that opportunity to cup my breasts with his hands. I let him, I was on a mission. The skirt rode up in the back when I bent, giving those behind me a peek at the very bottom part of my ass. I felt another hand there, sliding under the material. Charlie was intently looking at me.

I grabbed his face with one hand and used my other hand over his ear. I whispered, "Have you ever fucked a white southern girl before, Charlie?"

I saw his eyes bug open. He started to smile. I had to speed it up, the hand on my ass was sliding between my legs. I whispered to him again, "if you want to, I'll be outside." I started to straighten up but my knee that was on the bench in front of me slipped. The first guy ended up with me in his lap. His hands basically lifted me up by my breasts. His fingers hooked the material in front and pulled it down. My breasts popped out. His friends were laughing. I was beyond being embarrassed by that at that point, all my humiliation was gone with offering myself to this strange black guy. I straightened up my clothes and I walked out, it was then I saw Mr. Stewart. His face was contorted in pious rage.

I heard him over the din, "I always thought you were a good girl," he scolded, "Instead, you're just like your friend!" 

I smiled as I walked out, "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time," I thought as the door closed behind me. Jordan had set me up, he knew that I'd feel the shame of my old principal seeing what I slut I was becoming.

Charlie was outside and beside me in a flash. He was talking a mile a minute, saying how he remembered me, how he used to like me. 

I told him, "Whoa, whoa, slow down. You don't have to impress me, Charlie, you only have to fuck me. If you want to, that is."

"Hell yeah, I do!" I snorted. "Where?" he asked, excitedly. I honestly wasn't sure. I knew I should check my purse, sure enough, the last text of the night was there. 

"Drop the dress there, give him some head, no cum, then his place all night," I sighed. I pulled him over between the cars. I slobbered on his dick for awhile, it must've been quite a sight, Me on my knees. My freckled white skin, illuminated by the street light, against his dark skin, just my red hair bobbing on his shaft, over and over. I quickly stood up. I took off my black dress right there, in the parking lot. I knew I wouldn't be needing it. I could see faces peering out of the window of the bar, they could see it all. They saw me give Charlie my car keys, they saw me get in the passenger side, naked and they saw us drive away. I knew I'd lost my reputation that night, I'd never be able to get it back in that town again. Good girl Chelsea leaving naked with a black guy to get fucked all night. Nope, I'd never be able to go back to being a good girl. With that thought I leaned over as he drove and I continued to give him head. "Mmm," I thought, "black dicks taste just as good as white ones."

We arrived at his apartment building. I'm sure many eyes saw him enter his place arm in arm with a naked slutty white girl. Many of those same eyes watched as I left late the next morning, still naked and now filled with a several loads of cum. He was insatiable. We'd get each other off, rest for awhile, then go back at it with just as much fervor. It was as if he was fucking my pussy like it was all the white girls who had left him high and dry before. I was made to pay for all that teasing with my body. I gave it to him like I was such a slut that I deserved that kind of treatment. It was in my mind that I was paying him back for being one of the few that Randi never drained of him cum. While he had my creamy white thighs open I thought about what Mr. Stewart would think of me now. I thought about all those at the bar. I knew soon everyone in town would hear about what a black cock whore I am. My mom passed several years ago but my dad is alive, living across the country, thankfully, hopefully he'd never heard about it. It would be bad enough my old friends hearing how I fucked Charlie, and Bill and no doubt how I appeared naked at Jordan's house daily.

Jordan left a text before I left. "Give him the business card of mine that I gave you. Beg him to call me whenever he wants to fuck a white slut and I'll arrange it, make sure you convince him."

"Mmm," I moaned. I loved that Jordan had made me do something so taboo. He ruined my reputation in such a humiliating way which he knew I had begged him for. Still, Jordan seemed bent on breaking me down completely. It's one thing to have an embarrassing fuck, like with Bill, and now Charlie. It's another to be forced to service them on a regular basis. I wondered if my life now would just become a blur of being used. I was struck then by the thought that this was how Randi lived. My head was deciding if I wanted to go forward, or back. Charlie opened the door for me to leave. He was grinning. His hands caressed my ass as I walked out. 

My thought was, "This is what it feels like to be desired, to be wanted sexually, to be used. Randi had this, and more, and I never saw her unhappy. I'd go forward, I decided. 

"Charlie," I said, still naked, outside his door as he stood watching me leave. "My master said to call him whenever you want to fuck a white slut and he'll arrange it," I said.

"Oh," I thought. I got on my knees in front of him, naked, outside his apartment, knowing full well I was probably being watched.

"Please call him often, sir," I begged. "Please let me fuck that beautiful black dick again." I looked up to see his cock jerk in front of me.

I couldn't believe it, he was getting hard again. I looked around. I scootched forward, on my knees. I knew what Jordan would've wanted. I gave him head, right there, him standing in the wide open doorway, me outside with his black dick in my mouth. I felt like I was in a fishbowl, I wondered if I 'd end up on you tube. My hand found my pussy, it was slick with my wetness. I got him to cum another time, this time I got to taste him. I licked him up and I kissed him on the cheek to thank him for using me.

"Please call my master, often, " I repeated. I was falling fully into the hole of humiliation that I'd dug for myself.

"Don't worry, I'll wear that pussy out," he grinned.

"Promise?" I giggled sweetly as I walked to my car. I knew that kind of taunting would only get my pussy battered and bruised. Suddenly that thought made my pussy gush again. 

I heard some catcalls from the apartment porches again. I didn't hear what was said, but I can imagine. I was a naked, white slut, leaving a black guy's apartment. My face was red, my knees were scuffed and my mouth and pussy were full. What could they say that wasn't true?

{End of part two of "Chelsea's contract" Part three to come}



Chelsea's Contract Ch. 03



It was another morning at Jordan's house. I was laying on his wood floor, barely inside the door in a pool of sweat and cum. He was absentmindedly making breakfast. We were in week two of our agreement.

"Oh, still here, whore? Sorry, I didn't make enough for two," he smiled as he ate right in front of me.

"I didn't get to clean your cock off yet, sir," I said as I struggled to my knees.

"Oh, get right to that then," he laughed. He allowed me to crawl under the table as I took him in my mouth. "You know, that ass of yours hasn't been tapped that yet," he said without a hint of care.

I was wondering about that myself. I'd had anal only a couple times in my life, none with my ex husband, just another one of those things that was too "gross" for him. The occasions that I'd done it I remember it being more pleasurable than painful. I remembered how Randi bragged about taking Jordan's cock in her ass. Back then, to high school girls, that was like the height of sluttiness.

"I know, sir, what are you going to do about that?" I asked, still licking my juices off his cock.

"Well, I'm waiting for the right moment is all," he said, now thoughtfully. "I'd like it to be a surprise, I find things more exciting that way."

"I agree, sir, the things you've made me do so far have been far more humiliating that I'd imagined you'd do, and most of it because I didn't know upfront what you had planned."

"Really? You like that too?" He asked, intrigued.

"Oh yes, sir. Like the thing with Bill. I don't know how you would know how humiliating that would be. But, showing up, not knowing, then having to do it spontaneously, that is the kind of use I was begging you for."

"I thought so," he said, stroking his chin. The contract gave me ideas, and a lot of leeway but it still has to be done right. Like the thing with the mailman. I'm sure sucking off a strange guy is humiliating enough but to have to meet him naked, outside, and then convince him to do it, while the neighbors might be able to see, well, that makes it even better."

"I agree, sir, though my skin crawls every time you make me do something new like that."

"Like you don't want to do it?" he asked.

"Well no, of course I don't want to do it," I said, trying to find the right words. "It's that I...have to do it, you are making me do it. It's that which drives me crazy. Your control of me. You think I'd ever have fucked Charlie if you hadn't made me? Of course not. But because you did...and what it means...that everyone in town now knows I'm a slut for a black cock. Well, it makes me feel like I imagined Randi felt and why I begged you to make me do it in the first place. That's why I signed a contract giving you full sexual control over me."

"Do you feel like you are being used properly?"

"I definitely feel used, sir," I smiled softly.

"And enough? Are you being used enough"?

I thought about it for a moment. "I've definitely been used a lot, sir, maybe more than I'd expected at first. But is it enough? I don't remember Randi ever complaining that she'd had enough. I've wanted for so long to feel what she felt and do what she's done. I don't think I'm anywhere close to that yet. So in a way, in a rational sense, yes, I've been used plenty. But in another way, in the way that I've craved, I've barely begun being used."

"I see," he said with an intense look.

"I don't want the decision to be about me, sir. That's the point for me. You decide how I get used, how often, and by whom. I have no rights in the matter."

"Well, of course you do. That contract isn't legal. You could skip out on it any time you want to, so far you haven't, but it's not like I can hold you to it, if push comes to shove. I'm afraid pushing more than I have might make you balk."

"I'm not going to balk, sir, I promised you that."

"But you also haven't been pushed to the limits that Randi was. It's been a wonderful ride so far but truthfully, you could skip out any time and I couldn't do a thing about it."

He was right. It had been a fantasy so far. A powerful, wonderful tool for both of us but it wasn't totally real. I thought about it. I needed to convince him. I could see the cracks of doubt starting in him. He had started me on my desired path of sexual use, I didn't want to lose it now. 

"What if I made sure that I wouldn't back out?"

"How?" he said, clearly interested.

I had thought about this since coming up with the original contract. 

"Does your dad have a lawyer?" I asked.

"Of course he does." He gave me his name.

"How about this? I go to this lawyer. I spell this all out to him. I tell him to write it all legally that I'm your sexual slave for three months, with an option for six. That way, it'll be on file in an attorney's office.

"Fuck," he said, "awesome, though I'm not sure he can make it any more legal, it's like prostitution."

"True, but you've seen me so far. You know I'm a proper woman, outside this crazy relationship. I have good standing in my community. This would hurt me a lot more than it hurt you if it got out."

He looked at me quizzically.

"I'm saying, even if it couldn't be enforced legally, don't you think that just by having a copy of it in a lawyer's office would be enough to make me toe the line? Tell him to make it public if I fail. Tell him to send it to my workplace. I'd be fired for sure. I'd lose everything. I'll include all the names and addresses that would hurt me on the document. Is that enough to convince you?"

He didn't answer, he was thinking. "I could send it to your father, too," he added. "Would you put his contact information on there?"

I shuddered. He had me, that alone would make me do anything to avoid it. My whole goal was to make it so that I could not back out, to truly be used as he wished, it would leave me no out.

"I'm your sexual slave. That's it, I have no rights, I want no rights, other than what you give me. Plus..." I said with a smile, a sudden spark of an idea forming, "...you could make me seal the deal with the attorney and pay for the transaction with my body."

He smiled at that, "I'm thinking, however, that maybe the contract wouldn't be embarrassing enough. You could always deny you signed it. How about if we attach other evidence of all this, which would clearly show that you were a willing participant, to be released along with the contract, if you fail."

"Like what?" I said softly.

"I'm thinking video evidence, mostly. Ok, here it is," he said, poised to reveal his plan. "I'm going to make sure some of these things get on video. We'll attach that to the legal contract and we'll both sign it in front of the attorney."

"Perfect, sir," I said with a shameful smile.

Still, he was unconvinced. "That still doesn't do me a bit of good if after using you for awhile you walk away and leave me with nothing but publically embarrassing you, hell, you may even dig that," he said with purpose.

I cringed every time he hinted that fucking me senseless was "nothing". I was ad libbing now. 

"You want money? How about if I do fail you, and walk out of the contract, you use the videotapes you'll have and sell them on the internet. I'll sign my rights to them away at the attorney's, along with the contract."

"Hmm," he said, clearly interested. "Still, I know nothing about websites, how to set them up, how much I could make. It couldn't be that much because there wouldn't be that many videos by the end, enough to keep a website alive, that is, since you wouldn't be making more."

"You could have Bill help you," I choked out. Bill was nothing if he wasn't a techno-geek. Jordan had to know how humiliating that would be if Bill was able to design a website based on porn videos of me.

"Yeah, good idea, but still, I think the capital is limited." He was getting frustrated. "Maybe I should just fuck you until I get tired of you then leave it be."

I screamed "nooooooo" in my head, I couldn't let it happen. 

"How about this then?" I asked with panic. "How about, if you honor the contract and use me for the three months..."

"or six months," he broke in.

"Yes, or the six months and at any time I don't fulfill the contract, or walk away from it, I pay you a thousand dollars."

He thought about it for a minute. "Hardly worth it," he said. "For six months of hard work it should be more like ten thousand."

"Ten thousand? I'm the one being used up," I said, clearly frustrated. I saw him shrug as if he didn't care one way or the other. "Fuck," I said, "how about five thousand?"

His eyes softened. "Five grand, yeah, that's better." He thought for a few moments. Still, I do six months of work...(I noticed he kept saying six and not three, I knew he was counting on the long haul)...and after six months you slut your way through it and walk away, I still get nothing, that hardly seems fair. No money, no video revenue, nothing."

He was right, I had to balance the reinforcement for him, otherwise all he would do for six months would be to try and break me, cruelly, no doubt. That wasn't the spirit I had intended to be used in. I had an idea, it was an idea I'd read in a story. It was a humiliation thing that a dominant had done to his submissive, it seemed to fit here.

"Ok sir," I said, exasperated. "How about this, you break me before the six months and you get the five grand, and you release the contract and the videos to all that you know could hurt me, sell my videos on the internet..."

"And if I don't break you?" he asked, clearly engaged now.

"We start a fund..." I started, watching for his reaction. "...I put money in a jar for each thing you have me do. That way, you are motivated to have me do a lot of things. The more you make me do, the more money you get. Hopefully, it gets me used a lot, which is what we both intend. How's that sound? It's win-win for you."

"I don't know," he said, poker faced, "how much are we talking?"

I did some quick math in my head. I had no idea what it might add up to in the end. "Five bucks," I said, remembering the Ds story. "I put in five bucks for each time you have me used and at the end of the contract you get that money, if we are still together."

He looked off into space, I know he was counting. He smiled, "Better idea, you put in ten bucks each time you make someone cum, not per person, have it be per cum. And, all the times I cum in you count. We start from the moment we first signed the original contract, you put in that money too, retroactively." 

I couldn't see the point of haggling any more, I couldn't afford to lose what he could give me.

"Fine, sir. I'll sign all of that at the attorney's."

"How much is it so far?" he asked, clearly checking my honesty. 

He watched me as I added up all the cum I'd gotten so far. There was you...let's see...you came in my mouth at the construction site...three times, in my pussy...let's see, every morning but two...there was Bill, Charlie...who came four times...the mailman, in my mouth....I think that's about 17 times...which means 170 dollars. The jar starts with 170 dollars," I said with resignation.

"One more thing," he said, "I want you to get a tattoo."

"What? Why?" I said softly.

"Randi had a tramp stamp. It said, "Fuck toy."

I knew, I'd seen it, hell, I'd lusted after it.

"What would it say, sir?"

He said, "I have an idea, I've got a few in mind, you choose one from the list and then agree to it in the contract."

My choices were, "Fuck toy, Black cock whore, Easy lay, Cum slut, Use me, and Jordan's cunt," or another one that I came up with, if he liked it.

My heart was in my throat. Honestly, I wanted it. I'd wanted something so bold for so long, longer than I could remember. But now, here it was, one of those would permanently be on my body. Every man that used me from that point on would see it. There would be no hiding who I was, who I am. I already knew the one I wanted, I'd secretly considered it, years before.

"Cum slut, sir, I pick cum slut."

He laughed, "That you are, good choice. Now, on your ass or where?"

I'd thought about this before. "On my pelvic bone, sir, just above the hairline. That way..." I began.

"That way they get to see it as they are fucking you," he said, finishing my thought, "Nice, that's it then. Oh, and of course you fuck the tattoo guy for it."

"Of course, sir," I sighed.

His eyes got serious, intense. "This is serious for me now, honey. I've been playing so far, I've actually been nice to you. I want this to be real, though. If you do this, sign the agreement at the lawyer's office, it'll be real."

"I know," I whimpered, I was starting to melt in a pool of my own fevered desire.

"I'll make sure that he releases the agreement to everyone that could hurt you," he continued.

"I'd want you to, sir, if I failed you."

"Now, you've got me worked up, suck my dick," he said gruffly.

"Ok sir, thank you," I gushed.

He just smirked when it was over. "Now it's $180"

"Yes, sir." 

He returned to his discussion "I'm not sure you understand, fully," he said in seriousness. "I said I've been nice to you so far. From that moment on, you truly will be my sexual slave. If you fail, I'm going to crush you and get paid doing it either way."

"I understand, sir."

"You aren't going to be cruel to me are you , sir?" I asked with trepidation. Will you be able to still stick to the spirit of the original contract?" I squeaked. "You won't purposely try to hurt me?"

"I agreed to not permanently hurt you physically so yes, I'll stick to that. However, That does not rule out any punishment like spanking, belting, slapping and such and I've been far too lenient with you about that. I feared you might quit. Randi let me beat her ass raw, especially with a belt, and as far as I know, it didn't leave any "permanent" injury."

I shuddered. It was one of those dark places in me that he was touching. I wanted it, but I feared it.

"As far as the other stuff goes, no, I won't violate the spirit of the original contract. However, we have it in writing that I'm allowed to use you as I wish, and have others use you as I wish, you demanded those be in there. You will be used, by me and others, as often as I wish over the next few months and if the use or the amount breaks you, so be it. 

I had made sure myself that I had no way of escape. "But only if you keep your word too, sir, that you'll honor the spirit of the contract. Use me, use me good, as often as you wish but do it in the way we first intended, that is, to make me as much like Randi as we can. But, you are not to tell any of my friends, or coworkers, or family," I stressed, "unless I renege on the contract. No one knows unless I fail, deal?"

"We have a deal, " he said, I finally relaxed, but he continued, "Oh, and to help with your desire for humiliation, let's let the lawyer keep track of the money on a weekly basis. I'll tell him how many and you'll pay him promptly."

I said, "Ok, sir," my head slumped in shame. Just to twist the knife in further he told me to keep track of everything I did, starting from that moment, in a journal so that the lawyer could double check his figures.

"We'll attach all that paperwork to our growing file," he said. "That way all your friends will know how busy you actually were, I mean, 17 loads already and we've been together, what, like 12 days? Think of the tally at the end of six months, you'll probably be in the hundreds...or more," he said, unsure himself.

"Yes, sir," I said, as tears formed. They were tears of fear but also of deep seated desire. It was a life I'd craved, and now I was getting forced to live it, mostly by my own doing.

"Fucking great, slut," he said, "this is going to be fun."

"Ok, sir."

"Let's seal this deal quickly, before you change your mind," he said. 

He made me drive him to my home and pick up my video camera. He didn't even have one, just another humiliation for me. I drove while he sat in the back, whispering into his cell phone. He made me drive. I knew where I was going by the directions. I pulled up in front of Charlie's place.

"You know the drill, dear," Jordan smirked.

I did, I disrobed right outside my car. Just then a couple walked around the corner, I paid them no mind, I hurried past them as they tsk tsk'd me. Jordan was filming me the whole time. Charlie answered the door. I looked at Jordan, he motioned for me to get to my knees. I did so, naked, outside his door again, the couple had stopped down the walk to see what I was doing. They were going to watch, it appeared. Jordan made sure he got them in the video. Charlie took out his cock, I sucked it like I did just a few days earlier. The woman that was watching got disgusted and walked off, the man watched for a second, before being pulled away by his wife. Charlie filled my mouth with his cum. Jordan caught it on close-up. Jordan walked into Charlie's place and shut the door behind him, leaving me outside naked while they talked. Five minutes later Jordan appeared. He motioned me inside. Charlie led me to his couch he bent me over it. I knew this was all Jordan's doings. I felt Charlie's fingers probe me, first my pussy, then surprisingly, my ass. He started grinding his thick finger in my ass, then two. He was fucking me with them. Jordan captured it all on the cam. He caught me moaning, as I forgot about the taping for a second. I saw Jordan nod his head. Charlie stopped and withdrew his fingers. He waved them in front of me. Jordan readied the camera.

"Fuckkkkk," I whined. I knew what he wanted. I let him do it, I was true to my word. I took those fingers in my mouth, I licked them clean while Jordan caught it all for posterity. I could never let dad see this.

Then, I felt Charlie rubbing his dick on my pussy to lube it up. I knew what was coming. He was going to fuck my ass. This black guy was going to fuck my ass while Jordan recorded it, so that I could never back out of my deal, otherwise all my friends, my workplace, even my dad would see their precious red headed girl getting anally taken by a black man. Jordan had me. He made me talk dirty to Charlie, just to prove that I was willing, begging him to take my ass. Just to add to the shame, the camera caught me cumming twice while getting my ass invaded, I could hear Jordan laughing the whole time. When it was over, Charlie lay spent on the couch. Jordan made me bend over while he did a close-up of the cum leaking out of my ass. Then he made me scoop what was dripping and lick it off my fingers. Then, just for a humiliating touch, he yelled, "Cut!" and shut the camera off.

The next day we were at the lawyer's. Jordan made me do all the talking, just to shame me. The lawyer was professional and rewrote the contract, including the new payoff terms if I failed. I had to remove my top and let my tits be available to his touch. Just to humiliate me further, Jordan made the lawyer play the video of Charlie and me, before he included it in the file. He made me sit on the old man's lap while the man fingered me under my skirt. I sat there with my face red and my head down, especially in the parts where I could hear me cumming on that black dick.

"Just so you know," he said. "While this contract might not hold up in a criminal court of law, I think we've worded it properly enough that Mr. Ryan here could easily sue you, and win, in a civil suit."

"I understand," I said meekly. We all signed the document while being videotaped so that it could be shown that I didn't sign it under duress (I was allowed to put my top back on for that one). The names of people to send the file to were listed right there, on the document, if I was to fail. I was now legally his sex slave for all rights and purposes. Whether or not it could be enforced, the evidence he now had against me made it so, legal or not. Jordan was beaming. 




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 03



"You understand your payment?" He said to the stone faced attorney. He nodded. 

Jordan stood up and leaned against the door. He motioned to me, I understood. I began to strip off my clothes. I stood before the bespectacled, graying distinguished gentleman. He made me spin around as he whistled his approval. I stood between his legs as he caressed my nakedness. He made me sign another contract, standing there nude in front of him, while his fingers probed my wetness.

It was a payment agreement. It said, "I Chelsea Lane agree to pay Mr. Thomas Keller each time his services are rendered, with fellatio."

Then, with a gentle push on my shoulder he nudged me to my knees. With Jordan watching I gave his attorney head. Jordan stood there smiling the whole time while my camera recorded it all. He wanted to capture this moment for the file as well, as it basically amounted to prostitution. I was paying for services with sex. I had no way out. He filled my mouth and Jordan made me thank him. He offered my continued service to the man if we ever needed to work amendments into the now binding contract. As part of his service he would be collecting the "Jar money" weekly. The two laughed and chatted as I dressed as if I wasn't even there. They were treating me like the cock sucking whore I was. 

Mr. Keller handed me a receipt. It said, "For services rendered on this date, Chelsea Lane has paid in full." In the note line it said, "Blowjob." My stomach twisted at that.

As I lay in my bed that night I remember being so anxious I couldn't sleep. Jordan had been "nice" to me so far? Wow, I feared what may come if sucking his mailman and having to fuck the nerd and the black guy weren't just being nice. I worried that I'd given him too much. I made it so lucrative for him to break me and to use me that things could easily get out of hand. I was stuck, he had me, the videos, the contract, the names of those who would be crushed if they ever found out. I again thought of Randi, I wondered if being a slut was ever this tough for her. I was questioning whether I was naturally cut out for being like her. I found myself thinking about things, especially that day with the attorney and my hand found my clit. I was ashamed of myself but I managed to cum anyway, wondering what was next.

I didn't have to wait long for the "new" Jordan. He fucked my ass, hard and raw, the very next morning, bright and early. He made me lick him clean. I was starting to get past the grossness, it made me feel...dirty...in that way that I crave.

He told me to be naked, on my knees at noon in the back of the driveway. He said, "it's time we started honing that cock sucking skill. You want to be like Randi? She must've sucked hundreds, literally, hundreds of guys, you've got a long way to go. Plus, ten bucks is ten bucks," he laughed.

For the time being I was to meet the mailman daily back there, and allow him to use my mouth. I saw Mr. Henderson from next door camp out at the same window daily, to watch the slut in action. Fred, the mailman, was always giddy. Jordan made me ask Fred every day if my technique was good, if I was getting better, all things to humiliate me. I'm sure Fred wasn't going to complain in any way. For the next few days it was just the mailman, and a couple times, Jordan fucking me.

Still, I could see Jordan thinking, he was planning more, I could tell. He had every motivation to make sure I was fucking and sucking non-stop. He showed up in my office, just after I got back from fellating the mailman once more. I worked where I lived, 20 minutes from the town where Jordan still lived.

"Jordan? Sir? What are you doing here? " I said, as he marched past the bank of secretaries, into my office.

"Just visiting my slut, I wanted to see where you worked. My you are dressed nicely," he said, viewing my professional attire. I had on a ladies suit coat and a matching dress that fell below the knee.

"Very classy," he laughed.

"Sir!" I said, as I shut the door to my office behind him. 

He hadn't spoken loudly enough to be heard, I guess, but still, I didn't want that to get out.

"Your own office, this is nice," he said with a smile, saves me from fucking you in a closet somewhere."

"What? Sir, no, not here," I whined.

"Shut up," he said coldly. "Turn around and bend over your desk, and make me feel good, if you are lucky, I'll finish before one of your cute secretaries puts her nose in here."

"God, sir, No!" I pleaded.

He tapped his coat pocket. "I can tape this copy of the contract on that bulletin board out there, or, you can pay me my five grand right now, either way, I'm walking out of here with my cum in you, or five grand in my hand."

I looked around, the blinds covered the door window, but as is usually the case, anyone standing right by the door would most likely be able to see something through the slats. Usually though, when my door is closed, they stay away. I could only pray to be so lucky.

I gave him a pained expression but he was compassionless. I raised my skirt over my hips and I reluctantly bent over my desk. He took the scissors from their holder on the desk and he cut my panties off. He popped them in his pocket as a souvenir. 

He said, "Take out ten bucks and put it on the desk." I did as he asked. "I want it to be real, that you are paying me to fuck your slut pussy."

He guided himself in me. He fucked me fast and hard. He started to grunt. I tried to shush him.

"Sir! Shhh, they'll hear you."

"Better get me off fast, then," he groaned. 

I helped him, I bucked back into him for all I was worth. He clutched my hips strongly and filled my womb with his cum. "Oh yeah, " he moaned. "Glad you made the right decision."

I turned around and straightened my skirt.

"Sir! You can't keep doing this though, our agreement was that people would only find out if I backed out of the deal, your coming here could jeopardize that."

"Bullshit, the deal was to use you whenever, wherever and however I wanted. It's your job to keep it a secret, not mine. I won't tell them, but if they find out themselves, or guess....not my problem. Besides, that would be humiliating, wouldn't it, your secretaries knowing you are getting plowed right here in your office, by some lowly construction worker?"

"Yesss," I hissed.

"I'll fuck you wherever I wish," he scolded. "If I break you, I get my reward," he smirked. "Expect me to be back, and often. For my sake you are not to wear panties, ever, in this office."

"But sir!"

He tapped his pocket again. "Why are we even bothering with this discussion? You'll do as I say, and I'll fuck you how I wish. Honestly, do you want me to stop using you? 

I bowed my head in shame. "No sir."

"Would you be able to live your dream if I did?" Do you honestly not want this cock inside you every day?"

"No sir, you've been wonderful and I need your cock in me like I need air," I panted, in all honesty.

"Since you keep questioning me, no bra either."

My mouth fell open.

"You heard me, I know you have some nice tits and you won't be able to hide that you aren't wearing a bra, that should humiliate you enough to not question me again." 

I nodded meekly.

Say," he said questioningly.

"What?" I asked with trepidation.

"Is there anyone here that is after you?"

"How so?"

"You know, is there any guy in here that lusts after you?"

"I imagine, maybe a few, why?" I said, fearing the answer.

"Don't tell me a few, tell me a name, one name," he said coldly.

I knew I couldn't win, just the thought of my dad, in front of his TV, watching his daughter get her ass fucked...was too much for me to continue the charade of argument.

"John," I stammered. "John Stevens, he's a delivery guy who delivers supplies twice a week."

"What days?" he asked.

I hesitated. "What fucking days, jesus, do you want me to fuck you again right now, this time with the door open?"

"Tuesdays and Thursdays!" I whispered, though loudly.

"Does he come into your office at all?"

"Not usually," I said, "he usually delivers to the supply room there at the end of the hall. I motioned down to the end of the hall, past the secretaries.

"How do you know he likes you?"

"Um, I don't know, you can just tell," I said while fidgeting at the interrogation. I knew where this was leading, I couldn't stop it though, it was a like a freight train coming. I'd fantasized about John before. He was a college kid. A tall, charming, dark haired boy of 21 or so. He was a flirt, a big one, that's how I knew he wanted me. He ogled me without shame and I often allowed him to do it while pretending to be naive about it. He often kiddingly asked me out and we both laughed it off. 

"So, it's some kid?" 

I told him, yes, and his age.

"Perfect, older woman, younger man, kind of a MILF thing, I like it. You know what I'm going to tell you to do, right?"

I nodded, my head bowed. "Kind of," I whispered softly.

"And you are going to do it aren't you?" he said sternly. "As often and in any way I ask, right?"

I nodded sheepishly. "Yes, sir."

"Good, it's Wednesday, so tomorrow he's here, is he not?" I nodded. "How big is that supply room?" he asked.

"Oh god, sir, not there, everyone would know we were in there, and if the door was closed they'd know we..." I stammered, halting.

"They'd know my slut is in there pleasing the delivery boy? I'm sorry, I just don't see a down side here," he laughed cruelly.

"Sir..." I pleaded. "It's also in the contract that you won't get me fired, it's inferred in the contract, no telling of my coworkers."

"Relax, sweetie," he chuckled. "I'll leave the where, and how, up to you. But tomorrow, that college kid is going to get pussy from my slut milf, in this building, during business hours. Agreed? It's time you start making me some money! You also know how the next part goes..." he said ominously. "Make sure the kid knows you are available whenever."

"Yes, sir," I said meekly.

He walked out of my office whistling, every secretary's eye was on him. I wondered if they knew already. Donna, my personal secretary came to my door. 

"Who in the world was that gorgeous thing," she said with excitement.

"Oh, some guy I know from high school." I said, trying to be nonchalant. 

Some of the other secretaries came up as well after hearing us talking about it. They buzzed around me. I wondered if they could smell the sex on me. I stood there as they interrogated me, my pussy leaking his cum. I had to squeeze my legs together to not let it drip down my thighs due to the fact that he'd taken my panties. I brushed them off finally with a "he's just a friend," but I wondered if they already knew. Women are far more intuitive about things like that then men.

In a perfect world, fucking John would not be the worst thing to happen. However, to have to do it, and to have to do it here, somehow, that was different. It was humiliating and cruel to leave it up to me to plan it and execute it, including having to figure out not only a way to do it, but how to do it without anyone knowing, or without John blabbing it to anyone. Still, thinking of Randi again, she managed to fuck the phys-ed teachers right in the teacher's lounge more than once, to get her grade. No one ever found out. I had to be as creative as Randi.

It seemed like I just blinked but I was back at my desk Thursday morning. Jordan had left me alone that morning, no doubt to stew in my own anxiety. I was pantiless and braless, as instructed. I'm sure everyone noticed. My mind raced with how I was going to do it, how I was even going to approach him. This was something out of left field for us. I had an idea and made the necessary arrangements while the office was still slow. 

Jordan's new insistence on the contract had me convinced that he'd use any opportunity, any hint of failure, to declare the contract void and collect his money. I even thought he'd enjoy releasing the incriminating evidence. "Fuck," I remembered, I'll also be online getting anally reamed." I knew I couldn't risk failure.

I paced nervously for an hour before he usually showed up. One of the secretaries even asked me what was wrong. I just told her it was nothing, just a bad day. Then, I saw him. He was chatting casually with Meg, one of our bustier secretaries. She was the bawdy type, she laughed loudly, told dirty jokes, drank a bit too, from what I heard. She was 21, I knew she wanted John, I could tell how she acted. I knew he made a habit of sitting on the edge of her desk. From that vantage point I knew he could see pretty much down her top, I saw her do nothing ever, to discourage it. "Fuck," I thought, "I need to compete with that." I had on a buttoned down shirt and a hip hugging skirt. It was still office appropriate, but it allowed me to spruce it up quickly, if need be. I felt my nipples harden, I unbuttoned one extra button, risqué for me, especially without the bra I hoped no one else but him would notice. I hung around the supply room until he finally pulled himself away from Meg and her melons. I secretly hoped that it stoked his fire a bit first, though.

He grinned broadly upon seeing me. He chatted me up freely, as he always does. I did see him take notice of the unbuttoned part of the shirt. I made sure I gave him every opportunity to peek. He was playing as if he wasn't trying to look and I was purposely making him try to look, from an outsider's view, it must have been comical. He started to unpack all his supplies while I continue to search for some non-existent thing. While he wasn't looking I unbuttoned one more button. I reached high and low on the shelves and I knew that each time I reached, the shirt opened up in front and allowed him to see that I wasn't wearing a bra. I made sure the supply door was open, but that I was behind it. That way, it didn't appear that anything was going on. Finally, he was done stocking the shelves. I was starting to sweat, it was hot in there. I used my shirt to fan myself, in doing so I'm sure he saw pretty much everything I had to offer on top. I played innocent.

He started to bid me goodbye. I had to make my move.

"John..." I started. "You remember those folders you brought a few weeks ago, for me, specifically? Do you know where those are?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"He said, yeah, they're right..." he reached for a box that was no longer there. "...I thought I put them right here. Did you use up all of them?" He asked in frustration.

"No, I haven't used a single one. But I need them now, today. I have a big presentation I need them for," I lied.

"Well, hell," he said, obviously thinking.

"Could you have put them in the basement?" I asked, feigning innocence. I knew they were there, I'd put them down there this morning.

"I don't think so, I knew you wanted them, I guess it's possible though, I'll go check."

"I'll go with you," I said, laying my trap.

We both got on the elevator. I did nothing to cover up my top which now was hanging precariously just over my breasts. I pretended not to notic. He, however, noticed plenty. His eyes barely left my tits as we chatted on the ride down.

"Fuck," I thought as we both got off the elevator, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." I thought of my dad, all the people upstairs at the office, and then I thought of Randi, that made it easier. I knew she'd think nothing of sucking or fucking someone like this. If I wanted to be her, there was no time like the present.

He walked to the shelves. "Wow, you were right, they are right here," he said, puzzled. "I swore I put them upstairs." 

He picked up the box and started towards me, and the elevator. I knew it was now or never. There was a door to the outside, to a set of stairs, leading to a maintenance shed. Only the AC guys ever used it. I had in it my plans.

"Wait," I said quickly. "It's hot as fuck in here," I panted, and it was, it was just a poorly ventilated, dank basement.

"It sure is," He said, he was sweating now too.

"Let's go outside for a minute and have a smoke," I said. I'd barely smoked in my life, and not for a long time, but I knew he did. I had a pack ready. I opened the door and pushed my way outside. I sat on the steps. He stood in front of me as we lit our cigarettes. I knew the way I was sitting he could see all the way down my top. 

"Perfect," I thought, let him look. 

To help him further, as he reached for another light, bending as he did so, I again fanned my shirt away from me, appearing to cool myself in the process. "

God, if he didn't see my whole tits that time I don't know what else I can do," I thought. 

He saw. He had a strange look in his eyes.

I pounced. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Not currently," he said, smiling. "Are you offering?" he joked.

I laughed. "No, I was just wondering...a young guy like you, good looking, single...well, it must get lonely."

"Well, how about you, a beautiful, if I may say, sexy woman like yourself, you're single too, right? So how is it for you without sex?"

I nodded. "Yes, it can be tough sometimes." Little did he know. Still I used it to my advantage. I had to break the ice, I knew we only had minutes.

"Sometimes I just wonder why society is all bent out of shape if two people just use each other for sex. I mean, here we are, you need some, I need some, it's just a shame, really," I said, trying to gauge his reaction.

He had a funny look. He was thinking of how to say it. "Well...it's not like anyone else has to know..." he said, this time looking for my reaction.

"I'm not sure anything like that could ever be kept a secret..." I said, hopefully.

"Who is going to tell?" He asked, "certainly not me!" he said emphatically. 

That was what I wanted to hear. "Ok..." I said, trying to steel my nerves, "we do it right here, right now, will you be able to keep that a secret?" I asked as I reached my hand out and rubbed his bulge through his pants. "Fuck, there's a lot there," I realized happily.

"Hell yeah," he said.

"Because," I continued, if you tell it'll be just a one time thing, if you don't, well...you might just get a lot more," I said, trying to seal the deal.

"No one else knows, it's a promise," he said with vigor.

I slipped my shirt over my shoulders and let it fall, revealing my breasts to him. He cupped them in his hands and tugged at my nipples, I could only groan, "Fuck, " I thought, I want so much more than a quickie like this," but I knew I had very little time before the whole office would be looking for us. 

I unzipped him. His cock was young, firm and proud. I took him in my mouth, he just sighed.

"Fuck, I've wanted you for so long," he said, "I never imagined you doing this..." 

He had no idea what I'd become, or that no doubt he'd be using me often, just like everyone else Jordan has given me to, I had no doubt of that.

He was hard and throbbing, I didn't want to make him cum. I pulled off of him with a "pop". 

I turned around and bent over the stairs. I raised my skirt. He grunted his approval upon seeing I was pantiless.

"Our secret, right?" I said.

"Yes," he said, his breath short.

"Then fuck me, quick, we don't have much time."

He needed no more encouragement. His young cock ravaged my pussy. We were grunting like animals. I felt just like Randi. He pumped me full of cum and staggered backwards. I turned around and sat on the steps and took another drag from a cigarette. My tits were bare and my skirt was bunched up around my waist. His cum was dripping out onto the stairs. I was starting to feel the very way I'd begged Jordan to make me feel, I was feeling like the biggest slut ever.

"Fuck, that was great," he panted. 

I got some rags from the shelves and we wiped each other off, we had been sweating heavily. 




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 03



"Don't you want to get pleased too?" He asked.

He was sweet, but I shook my head. I remembered what Jordan said, about making sure the kid knows he can have me again and again. I acted as if I was getting scared, paranoid at what we'd done, regretful.

"Listen, you promised not to tell," I said with concern. He nodded. "Seriously, I could get in big trouble here." He just shrugged. "Listen, I know how you young guys are always blabbing to their friends about their conquests. He wasn't arguing, but I continued the act. "Ok, you did it, you got my pussy, you'll never get it again if you tell anyone." He had a knowing look at his face. I swear he knew where I was going with it. I acted panicked. "You can have me again," I said, my eyes lowered, "like you want, whenever you want, if you just don't tell."

"Fuck," he said, letting out a deep breath. "Ok."

"I'm serious, John, It has to be here though, I can't take this home with me. But, whenever you are here, we'll find someplace, I'll please you as often as you want, just don't tell."

"I won't" he said now, with a cocky smile.

I couldn't believe I now had a commitment to please at work, Jordan had successfully entered every part of my life. I know it was what I asked for, I just hoped I was strong enough to withstand it. We headed back. I cleaned up in the bathroom a bit before entering my office area.

I walked past the secretaries. I could see them talking amongst themselves. "Fuck," I thought, I forgot the box we were supposed to be down there to get. First Jordan, now this, I may not be able to keep my sluttiness a secret from them for much longer, I feared. As his cum dripped down my thigh I wondered if I even cared.

Late that afternoon I was startled by Mr. Keller showing up at my door. He saw my surprised look. He shut the door behind him.

"I'm here to collect Mr. Ryan's money for the week."

"Fuck," I thought, I hadn't realized it would be today. I hadn't even written it down as he'd asked. Mr. Keller saw that I was empty handed. He frowned. 

"Mr. Ryan mentioned that there'd be a disciplinary "fee" for late payment. I need to also see your records."

"Disciplinary fee? What's that?" I said with fear.

Mr. Ryan reserves the right to discipline you for failure to comply with timely record keeping and bill payment. He said something about a belt. He was hoping you'd be remiss, now I have to tell him."

"Fuck," I thought, he was going to whip me. 

I told him, "wait, this'll only take a minute, I'll write it down. How embarrassing that was to sit there and jot down all the cum that had been deposited in me since Jordan wanted me to start counting. Mr. Keller got to see me write it all, and all the time it took for me to remember all of it. 

"Let's see," I said out loud, "since we signed the first contract...hmmm, all those mornings and yesterday when Jordan had me suck him off. Then today the delivery guy...." I wrote it all down in a hurry. I know what he was thinking, "what a fucking slut.

Mr. Keller cleared his throat. "Oh," I remembered, I sucked you off too," I said with embarrassment. "That's 20, Wow," I thought, 20 loads in just about two weeks, I had no idea it was that many or if I was even right about the number.

"Better make that 21," he said with a lustful look.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because there's a pickup fee, it's part of my services as Mr. Ryan's lawyer."

"You've got to be kidding," I said in panic.

"It's in your contract, young lady, it's part of my fee. Mr. Ryan also wants me to check whether or not you are complying with the no underwear rule."

Reluctantly I opened my shirt far enough for him to see my bare tits. Sitting in front of him, I gave him a quick flash of my pussy. 

"Satisfied?" I said sarcastically.

"Not yet," he smiled.

He unzipped his pants. "Mr. Ryan said you'd pay, one way or the other," he huffed.

I looked around. Used again in my own office, I never thought of the consequences reaching me here. I should've known. I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. 

"It's a shame Mr. Ryan is going to stripe that ass," he said with chagrin, "I love a beautiful white skinned ass with that skin tone."

I looked up at him, " is there any way I can get you not to tell?" I wondered to him.

He pulled me up. He had me open my shirt and he massaged my tits. Then, he turned me around and lifted my skirt and fingered my pussy and my ass. Then he pushed me back to my knees, he made me leave the shirt open and my skirt rolled over my waist. I could hear the secretaries talking, it seemed like they were just outside my door.

I took Mr. Keller's cum down my throat as a good slut should. He handed me another "Blowjob" receipt. I just smiled weakly.

I realized I didn't have any cash on me. He looked sternly at me but I begged him to come to the ATM with me, we had one in the lobby. The secretaries again had those accusing looks as I took Mr. Keller past them. Meg looked particularly intrigued. I took out his money, which would be held in escrow for Jordan. One hundred and five dollars. I was basically paying him hard earned dollars to have me used like this. 

"Thank you, ma'am, and good day," he smirked. 

21 loads of cum, and Jordan insisted that it was going to get worse for me. My pussy twitched at that thought.

{End of part three of "Chelsea's contract"}



Chelsea's Contract Ch. 04



{This is part four of, Chelsea's contract}

After my use at my workplace by the lawyer and by John, the delivery guy, Jordan summoned me to his house as usual the next morning. I assumed it was just another, "Stick it in a random slut hole before work," thing. Boy, was I wrong.

"Hi slut," he barked upon seeing me. "So, do you have anything to say for yourself?" He said with a hint of irritation.

"No, sir, I don't think so. Did you want to hear about yesterday? I did what you said. I let John fuck me in the basement of our building. Then, your lawyer showed up to collect the jar money and of course, I sucked him too. Didn't he tell you that?"

Jordan looked at me with impatience. "Yes, he told me all about it. In fact, he told me you hadn't been keeping a journal of the amount of cum you've been getting as well as telling me you did not have my money ready."

"That fucker," I thought, I let him run his hands all over me, hoping he wouldn't tell. I thought I might have to let my teeth scrape his dick next time.

"Well, that's true, sir, but it only took a second, in fact, he was in and out, literally, in minutes."

"I told you that I'd punish any hint of failure," he warned.

"I know, sir, and I have it all written down now, and I have a special envelope for the money, each week, for Mr. Keller when he comes to pick it up."

"That's nice, but it's too late for this time, come here," he said sternly, as if scolding a child. I reluctantly approached him. I was on my way to work after, so I had on a business suit with a skirt. No panties or bra, of course, per his instructions. He stopped me in the middle of his floor. 

"Stand there, don't move," he said seriously. I heard him unzipping himself, I figured I was in for a nice rough fuck. Then, he was behind me. He whispered in my ear. 

"Bend over and lift your skirt," he growled.

"Yes, sir," I said instinctively.

I was bent over at the waist, my bare ass was now open for him.

He pushed my head down further. "Grab your ankles."

I did as he instructed. I could feel him circling me.

"For no reason are you to let go of your ankles. If you let go I'll start over, and if you give up all together I'll collect my five grand and kick your ass out this door." 

I gulped, what had I gotten myself into? He slapped my ass hard. I squirmed.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he said, "every time you debate with me, every time you question me, challenge me."

"I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry," I said, I knew what was coming, I found myself starting to sob.

I was clutching my own ankles because he was about to beat me with his belt. I remember very clearly when Randi showed me the marks on her ass and upper legs when he did that to her in high school. I remember thinking it was the most scary, awesome thing I'd ever seen. I actually had masturbated to the thought of her reddish purple marks striping her ass. It thrilled and scared the shit out of me, I secretly craved it. Now, here I was, about to have to endure it.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear the first one coming. It slashed across my backside. I let out a scream. He hushed me immediately.

"Do NOT make a sound, I'll only add to it," he said, before slashing it across my ass again. I grunted, I tried my best to keep quiet. My hands gripped my ankles tighter. I didn't want to let go. Again, the belt ripped my alabaster skin. I was sobbing hard now, while still trying to be quiet. He paid no mind. Over and over the belt punished my ass. I was squirming and hopping in place.

"Stay still, Randi could take it twice this hard," he said with disdain. 

I felt for her, I thought, "Fuck, twice this hard I don't think I'd be conscious." She had never complained to me though, I got the feeling she was proud of the marks, she showed them to me with a sense of pride.

Finally the searing slashes stopped. I still held onto my ankles, and I was bawling now.

"Ok, your punishment is over for now, remember to not disappoint me, my arm has plenty of endurance, this was just a basic trainer."

"Yes sir," I sobbed, "I'll be more careful next time, sir, thank you sir!"

"I figured you might see it my way," he smirked. "Now, get on your knees."

He fucked me doggy style, right up against my now burning ass. No doubt he took more pleasure in feeling that heat and seeing his handiwork. He filled me up, I thanked him. 

He then said, "I don't like how you used the basement for your fuck with John. To me, that's like cheating. The whole point is the risk, the danger of being caught. I institute the new rule that you are only to fuck or suck in public access places. That means no to going to the basement. You can use a restroom, or a closet, or a stairwell, even your office, but it has to be a place where people can, and do frequent, even if not constantly. At some point, there needs to be another person within, say, 25 feet of you two while you are doing it.

"Fuck," I groaned.

He basically shoved me out the door, my ass still on fire and his hot cum sloshing inside me.

I couldn't sit for most of the morning, the staff at the office looked at me funny when I stood around at our daily meeting. I just said I was antsy, I wasn't sure they bought it. Meg, especially, kept giving me a look that told me she was suspicious of something. I got so wrapped up in work that when I looked up I realized it was past noon. 

"Fuck," I remembered, "the mailman!" Jordan had not given me permission to skip a day. I thought he'd beat me senseless next time. I ran out of the office. I couldn't help but notice Meg smirk. I got to Jordan's house, the mail was already in the box. 

"Fuck, fuck fuck," I thought. 

I drove down the street, I didn't see him. I was starting to feel sick. Then, suddenly, I saw his truck, parked on the next street over. I drove up behind him and parked. I took a deep breath, there wasn't time to worry about things. I walked up to his truck.

He was in it, sorting mail. I leaned in, "hey stranger, miss me?"

He was startled but said, "oh yeah, I thought you'd forgotten about me."

"Never," I lied. "I just got held up at work." I wasn't sure how much, if anything, Jordan had told him about me, or us.

"Sooo," I said, "still want that blowjob?"

"Sure!" he said. "But not here, in the truck, I could lose my job."

"Where then?" I said, glancing at my watch.

"Go back to the house, the driveway, I'll be there in ten minutes. I prefer it there, plus, I'd prefer you naked, like always."

"Yes, sir," I said with resignation.

I found myself naked, on my knees, waiting for him to arrive. 

"Holy fuck, what happened to your ass?" he said, seeing the belt lines.

"I disappointed my master," I said truthfully. "Now give me that cock, I don't want to disappoint him again." Dutifully, he gave me another copious load and thanked me.

"See you monday then?" he asked, while zipping up. I remember he didn't deliver on weekends.

"Yes, sir, as long as master wills it." I said. He couldn't wipe away the "how'd I get so lucky" grin off his face.

I raced back to work, Meg smiled overly sweetly at me as I rushed by. She just shook her head.

Jordan used my ass over the weekend, no doubt so he could admire how purple the marks had gotten. Monday I was on my knees for the mailman again. I was marking all of it down in my ledger, I didn't want to be caught "with my pants down," this time when his lawyer appeared.

I knew what Tuesday would bring. John. I was going to have to find a way and a place to get him and fuck him, while still not getting caught. He surprised me by showing up early. He popped his head in my doorway.

"Hey cutie," he smiled.

"Um, hey," I said nervously as I looked around for prying eyes.

There was an awkward moment of silence. "So, aren't you glad to see me?" He asked.

I put my finger to my lips and walked past him, I whispered to him, "shhh, follow me, but wait for a minute, I don't want it to look like we're walking together."

He grinned, "gotcha."

I walked out of the office. Meg had been buzzing around my door all morning, I couldn't risk my own office this time. I had scoped a few places out before but as I passed the unisex bathroom (that had a lock) I could see it was occupied. The janitor closet was open, he was around somewhere. I was running out of options. I could hear John walking behind me, down the hall, following. I walked to the far hallway, towards our lone conference room. It was a risk. We don't have meetings in there on Tuesdays, but the room stays open for people who want quiet time to do computer work and such. I looked in, it was empty. He was right behind me.

I went in and he followed closely. I turned and he kissed me immediately, before I could even close the shades. I scolded him but almost instantly his mouth was on mine again. God, young guys are hasty, but damn can they kiss, they remind me of puppies. His hands were on my breasts already. It only took a second before they were under the material. His kisses and the gentle tugging on my nipples had me squirming.

"I don't have a lot of time," I said, panting. "Let me blow you," I begged. I remembered that I'd told him I was only doing it to keep him quiet, I went back to that role, "but only if you promise to keep all this quiet."

He didn't argue, I pushed him back to the long table. He sat on the edge. I dropped to my knees in front of him. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, in the same room where I lead meetings, where I've hired and fired people. Now here I was about to give a young delivery guy head and god I wanted it as much as he did. I took his beautiful cock out and I worshipped it. I worshipped it like any self respecting cock sucking slut would. I was really getting better at it, I had him humping against my head in no time.

"Come on honey," I urged. "Hurry, I need that cum..." I moaned. He obliged. He looked down at me licking his cum off my hand. 

He just said, "Fuck, that's awesome." I kissed him and thanked him.

"Will I see you Thursday?" He said hopefully.

"We'll see," I said, trying to appear as if I didn't want it as much as he did. "I can't promise anything." 

I didn't stay to talk though, it was getting near noon. I had another cock to suck. I laughed at myself for that. I was a cock sucker with a schedule.

Jordan told me he was bored with the mailman thing on Wednesday. I had to tell Fred after I licked his cum off my chin. He was clearly disappointed. I think Mr. Henderson next door would be too, he'd probably watched me give head 10 times.

"Bored, sir? Why?" I asked. "I thought you wanted me to improve my cock sucking skills."

"I do, slut. You still are no Randi, however, I think you get more experience with different cocks. I'm not stopping your training, just transferring it to others."

"Yes, sir," I said excitedly. I liked the sound of that.

For the first time Jordan was gentle with me. He fucked me with me on my back. He spread my legs wide. He held my hands down above my head while he slowly pumped me. He kissed and licked my nipples. He licked my neck, his tongue and mine danced together. It was incredible.

"Wow, sir," I said when it was over and I was cleaning his dick of our juices. "What brought that on?"

"I just thought you deserved that," he said with a shrug. I saw a spark in his eyes. I just knew he had something else devious planned. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

Thursday I dragged John into the stairwell and we fucked on the stairs between floors while I vigilantly listened for people. They were all around, we could hear them walking above and below us, but luckily no one entered the stairs or we'd have had to scramble quickly. It was made easier by the fact that I could just bend over and take it since I had no panties, and I made sure he just unzipped so he could quickly stuff himself back in if he had to.

He asked about my bruises too. I told him, "Don't worry babe, I like it. Someday you can whip me too," I promised. That got me an extra large load of cum. I walked out of the stairwell, I made him wait, as before, but he was impatient. As fate would have it, Meg saw us both coming out. She didn't say anything as I passed. 

Later in the day I was at the copier which was near her corner desk. I was squatting down trying to get a paper jam corrected and I heard her behind me. 

"Well well," she said.

"What?" I asked.

She was looking directly at my ass. I realized my skirt had ridden up. It wasn't far, but must've been far enough for some of the bruises to show. I ignored her at first. She wasnt' having it, she got up and stood next to me.

"So, how are things with you and Johnny?" she teased.

"What things?" I said dismissively. 

"Come on, Chelsea. I'm a woman. You disappear with him, men come to your office and close the door, lawyers show up, and now, I see you have love bruises all over your behind. All this from Ms. Priss?" 

"Be careful, remember who you are speaking to, young lady," I scolded.

"Yes, I normally would be speaking to Ms. Proper," she snorted boldy, "but that may not be the case. Oh, and your lipstick is smudged," she smirked, pointing at my lips. She walked away with no further comment. Anxiety swept through me.

Mr Keller showed up at about 4pm. I allowed him to paw my breasts and raise my skirt to show I had on no underwear. We didn't need to talk this time, I showed him the ledger and handed him the envelope before he could speak. He filled his client's slut with cum and went on his way, posthaste. A couple minutes later, Meg stepped in the office, she closed the door behind her.

"Yes, Meg, what is it?"

She hesitated before speaking. "I didn't understand it at first," she began. "But now it's making more sense."

"What is?" I said with a hint of annoyance.

"It's some sort of a blackmail thing, right? I mean, first that one gorgeous guy spends some time alone in here with you, then the lawyer, and Johnny seems to be buzzing around you like you are the queen bee. You are giving it up to one of them, if not all of them, I can tell. Hell, I can smell it on you."

I couldn't answer, I think I was in shock.

"So that's it then," she said confidently. "You are being blackmailed somehow for sex."

I shook my head, no. She wasn't convinced. I was standing at my desk. She walked boldy right up to me. She pulled my shirt away from my body. "No bra," she huffed. "After all those lectures I got for showing my boobs around here."

I couldn't move, I tried to protest. She continued, She pushed me back against my desk. Suddenly her hand grabbed the back of my skirt and lifted it up. I started to fight with her, she was far too young and strong, she pushed me over my desk and held my hands behind my back. She lifted up my skirt, baring my ass and all those wonderful bruises.

"Good god, woman, what are they doing to you?" she said incredulously.

"Nothing," I cried, "no one is doing anything."

"I can clearly see that that is not the case," she said with a huff.

"Please, let me go," I begged.

"Not until you tell me what's going on," she said sternly.

I started crying. I was being held down, my ass in the air, while this 21 year old had my world in her hands.

"Nothing..." I cried.

"Bullshit," I watched you just suck off that attorney."

My stomach sank. 

"Ms. perfect would never do something so unseemly so something has to be going on."

"Oh god, don't tell anyone," I cried.

"I'll tell everyone," she said coldly, "unless you spill it all."

I had to give her something or else I was finished at that office. She let me up. She made me sit in a chair while she stood over me and waited. I blurred the story, she didn't need to know it all. "I owe someone some money," I sniffed. The attorney comes to collect the money, along with me having to blow him for his fee." 

"I see," she said thoughtfully. "Is it the hot old high school guy or is it Johnny, though I can't see how Johnny could have anything on you."

"It's the high school guy," I said, I didn't want to tell it all. "What do you want?" I said, getting to the point.

"Listen, I'm just surprised at you is all, " she said. "You are Ms. Perfect, always in control. I didn't think you had a lustful bone in your body (I almost laughed, she had no idea.) "I don't really want anything, well not much. Have you thought of going to the police?"

"No, no, it's not that bad, really," I sniffed. "It's just money, it's not dangerous or anything."

"Ok, in that case then, I do want something." 

"Here it comes," I thought, "what is it?" I asked.

"Hook me up with Johnny, or hell, better yet, the high school guy, what I'd give to get some of that," she mused.

"That's all?" I said, my sobbing was subsiding.

"You hook me up with one of them, and I mean hook up, not just a date, I'd better get fucked out of the deal and then yeah, that's pretty much it...well, and one other thing."

"What?" I said with concern.

"Well, you embarrassed the hell out of me not too long ago. Remember? You scolded me in front of everyone about how my attire wasn't appropriate office wear?"

"Yes," I said, "I'm sorry."

"Ironic isn't it? I get yelled at for wearing some boob revealing thing and you are having yours played with along with getting your pussy stuffed, all on company time.

I hung my head. I couldn't look at her. "You don't really have proof though," I said softly

"No, I don't," she said thoughtfully. "But I understand how business works. I go to human resources and just tell them what I suspect and it ruins you here. You think that rumor doesn't get around? You think anyone here would look at you the same again? I don't need proof, all I need is to make the charge."

She was probably right. "What else was it you wanted?" I wondered again.

She smiled coolly, "Payback. No, I don't have proof, but now I want some in order to have something on you to keep you off my back."

"How?" I asked fearfully.

She took out her cellphone. "I'm going to video you licking my pussy sweetie."

I gasped. "Noooo, I can't..." she grabbed me and pulled me up.

"You can, and you will. Don't worry, I'm not into women either. I just can't think of better payback than rubbing my pussy all over your prissy little face."

She forced me to my knees, she had my hands behind my back again. She put her knee in my back and bent me over.

"Don't fight it or I'll scream," she warned. I knelt in front of her. She positioned her camera. She guided my head to her crotch. She lifted her skirt, she pulled her panties to the side. She made me lick her. Over and over, she took pictures and videos of my mouth and tongue on and in her pussy. Suddenly she started to shudder, she was cumming.

"Fuckkkk," she moaned. "That was totally unexpected," she said, with some embarrassment. "You are really fucking talented at that," she said. I was secretly proud. She took one more picture of me on my knees like that, my face glistening with her juices.

"That should be enough, that is, unless you don't deliver one of those gorgeous men, have a nice day!" she said, bounding out of the office.

"Fuck, I can't believe I just sucked off one of my secretaries," I thought, I guess being a total slut isn't easy sometimes. I was reaching that dark place in me. I realized how close I was to losing it all and yet my commitment to being like Randi was never more strong.

Jordan was beside himself at hearing about it. He made me tell him the story, over and over, while he pried me for the minutest of details.

"I have got to get that video," he said, "for our file. Your friends and family would love to see you at work, sucking your secretaries pussy," he said, poking me. I felt sick, yet I was proud that he was so pleased with me. 




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 04



I told him more about Meg, how she was a cute blonde girl with nice big creamy tits. He seemed unimpressed. I knew I needed to convince him, I needed her off my back and I didn't think I could confide in John so easily.

"She's young too sir," I said, watching his eyes raise. "She's 21, firm and tight."

"21? Tight you say? So she's not fat?"

"Hell no, she's hot as hell, and like I said, those tits are to die for." I was selling her.

"She's got a nice pussy too, sir, she's shaved," I said, knowing that'd plant the thought of my tongue on her in his head.

"I'll think about it," he said, now grinning. I gave him her number. 

"Please call her, sir, for me," I begged. 

"Maybe, but you'll have to do something for me," he said ominously.

"Anything sir, you are free to do anything to me, you know that."

I was hoping for another wonderful slow fuck as a reward, instead he had other plans for me. He sent me on my way without even touching me, leaving me beyond frustrated.

He said, "Saturday is going to be a big day, you get tomorrow off to rest up."

"Yes, sir," I sighed, I knew I was going to wear out that vibrator when I got home.

I showed up at his house Saturday morning after an early text to show up, strip outside as usual, then to get on my hands and knees and wait for him in the hallway. I waited in that position for a half hour or so, I could hear him moving around in his bedroom. Finally, he came out. He walked by me at first without acknowledgement. He made coffee and raided the refrigerator while I stayed frozen in position, waiting for his use. Finally, he walked up behind me. SLAP SLAP SLAP! I screamed as he slapped my ass hard three times with his hand.

"What was that for, sir?" I begged with a tear forming.

"I don't need a reason, I just love smacking that ass," he chuckled.

"Ok, thank you sir," I said.

"Rub your pussy for me," he growled. He sat in a chair at the kitchen table and turned it towards me. He wanted to watch me. My hand found my pussy, it was already dripping. Embarrassingly the slippery sounds were evident as I played with myself. My head was down by the floor I was resting on one arm.

"Well damn if it you aren't telling the truth," came a female voice from the hallway. 

I looked up. It was Meg, she was wearing one of Jordan's shirts. She was bottomless. Her hair was a mess, it was obvious she'd spent the night.

"Whatever you have on her must be a doozy for her to do anything you say like this," she cackled.

"Oh fuck," I said out loud.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Jordan said, reaching for his belt. My hand shot back to my pussy.

She came up to Jordan and sat on his lap, his shirt rode up on her, I could see her pussy, it looked red and puffy. I was jealous.

"I told you I could make her do anything," he boasted.

"I guess so," she laughed. "I only got her to lick my pussy, I didn't get her to show up naked and play with herself for me."

Humiliatingly, they high fived each other in front of me and I squeezed my clit.

"I really admire those marks on her ass, Jordan," she cooed.

"You like those? You want to make some of your own?" 

"Noooo!" I tried to protest, Jordan shot me a stern look. I went back to my pussy, I tried to lose myself in the pleasure.

"Sure!" she said with glee, "I've wanted to beat that ass for a year now," she giggled. He handed her his belt.

"Sir, no," I begged, "she works with me."

"I don't care about your arrangements at work, that can stay the same. Right here, right now though, you are to obey her as you would me or you'll be out on the street and I'll have a bunch of money."

"Yes, sir," I sobbed softly.

"Keep playing with your pussy," he growled, "I want to see you cum while she's beating you."

"I'll try, sir," I said with my heart beating out of my chest.

Her first few lashes got my attention. Jordan urged her on.

"Those were love taps, give it to her."

The next few really stung. I was biting my lip. Unconsiously, my hips were grinding. I was working my clit with my fingers, my pussy felt like soup. A few more stipes and I could feel a tidal wave building deep inside me. I got lost in the feeling, I could hear them talking, laughing, goading me. I could feel the belt lick across my ass, but I was focused on the wave...it was coming...

Jordan was yelling at her to hit me as hard as she could and she may have been, I couldn't tell, a feeling was coming over me, starting at my toes. I didn't even notice she'd stopped. She was kneeling beside me, her hand was on my ass, caressing it. I felt her fingers near mine, she was plunging them into me. 

"Cum for me Ms. Priss," she urged, "Come for me like the slut we both know you are." 

She slipped a finger in my ass, the wave broke. It was as if I'd touched a live wire, I screamed a primal scream, I didn't even know it was me until it was over. I collapsed on the floor, the two of them were laughing at me.

"God, what a fucking slut," she said, "She came because I beat her ass?"

Jordan laughed. "She'll do that, and more. She'll do anything and anyone, for me, right, slut?"

I could barely answer coherently, "Yes, sir," I said weakly. 

They let me lay there on the floor as I recovered from the orgasm of my life. I heard them fucking when I finally got the strength to stand. I walked to the bedroom door. She was on top of him. She was riding him and her beautiful tits were bouncing. 

I heard her saying, "She is going to do that for you today? Really? How many?" she said between grunts.

"Oh, a bunch, for sure. I told you, she lives for this stuff," he panted as he kept thrusting into her hot blond muff. 

"God, I can't believe it," she giggled, "Can I come watch?"

"Hell yeah," he grunted, "it adds to the humiliation, did I tell you she dug that?"

"Yeah, she said, just before cumming, "incredible...."

He saw me watching. "You are totally right, her tits are sweet," he said to me. "There's a note on your car. See to it," he said dismissively as he went back to bouncing her on his dick. "Don't bother with your clothes, leave them on the ground, drive home naked," he said as both of them laughed.

"Yes, sir," I said, dejected.

"awesome," she whispered.

I couldn't believe I was jealous. I walked outside past my clothes. "What was he going to have me do?" I wondered. I wondered about work, about Meg, how things have all changed. Still, there was a feeling of anticipation, "what was it he was going to have me do today?" I saw an envelope on my windshield. I guessed that that would help me find out.

{end of Part four of Chelsea's contract}



Chelsea's Contract Ch. 05



{This is part five of Chelsea's contract}

I opened the envelope with a mix of dread and deep seated desire. It was a note from Jordan, but it looked like Meg's writing.

"I want you to go to my construction site at 8pm tonight. We finished a major project Friday and tonight we are having a celebration party. Times being what they are bonuses have been limited. You are going to be their bonus. I think they've been jealous that I've had some slut blow me after work, day after day. I think they doubt I can just deliver a naked hole for them to use."

I gulped, a shot of fearful adrenaline hit me. I knew that part of the wording, the cold cruelness, was coming directly from Meg.

"I want you there, wearing only your highest of heels. They are expecting a slut, but I want you there looking like the biggest one ever. Tease your hair, overdo your makeup, I want there no doubt what you are there for. Get that tattoo, you know the one, you have an appointment this afternoon at 2pm with Josh, at the Ink Well, Google it." I could almost hear them laughing as they wrote it.

I was standing outside my car, still naked, reading the note. I paid no attention to this fact. It felt like I was forming a puddle as I read on.

"Today is what I'd call your first "Randi" test. Remember the school bus? Well today is going to be your version." He added one last thing, hastily written it seemed. It made me suspect Meg even more. "I want you to drive there in only your heels. Bring a bunch of cash, in tens. You are going to pay them, as you pay me, for them letting you swallow their cum. Do whatever you need to get there on time."

"Fuck, that's almost a half hour drive each way," I thought. I thought of everything, Randi, Meg, the contract. I knew this day was coming, I'd ached and dreaded it for it for so many years, today I was finally going to start paying for that desire. It was was another permanent step away from my old life. If I balked I very likely would live a boring life full of regret. If I did it, I'd become that which I'd longed for. I'd never be able to go back to my safe, old life. My mind was conflicted but because of the contract and the potential blackmail it all involved I'd forced myself into it. That's why I had done it. I'd wanted no chance for me to escape my fate. Not being able to back out was what drove me. I hurried home with those thoughts overwhelming me.

I trimmed my pussy down while I waited. I knew I'd have a tattoo guy looking at it. That thought alone got me embarrassed. I looked down at the flesh where it would go. I sighed, "this is the last time I'll ever see it white and pure like this," I thought. I was getting ready to go to get the tattoo when a sudden thought of fear hit me, as I reread the note. I noticed that it said I was to drive to and show up wearing only high heels. I reread the note over and over. Clearly, I knew he (they) meant to the construction site. However, they'd been vague. It doesn't actually say just the construction site. It could be read to mean to show up in just heels at the tattoo parlor as well. I thought of calling him, but I knew what his answer would be. "God," I thought, they are humiliating me by accident now, too."

I was risking getting my ass belted if I guessed wrong. I knew now it would be a whipping from two people. I thought of a compromise, in my head. I hoped I wouldn't be called on it. I'd drive there only in my heels but I'd bring some clothes with me. I put on my sluttiest black heels with straps. I put some very tight and teeny shorts, panties and a buttoned down shirt in the car with me. I drove to the neighboring town naked, in just my heels. I was glad I owned an SUV, as I could look down on most of the vehicles. Still, quite a few people could see me bare from low on my shoulders on up. Even if they couldn't see that I was naked, I sure as hell felt totally naked. Some junior college looking guys pulled up next to me in their own SUV. Their window was down. They were yelling at me to roll down my window. They were laughing, flirting. I just turned red and smiled weakly at them. A sudden thought came to me that if someone hit me, even a minor fender bender, I'd have to get out of the car as I was. I felt as vulnerable as I ever had. It wasn't a surprise to me that I was wet. I drove with extreme caution after that, all the while secretly wondering what it would be like if something like that happened. I knew that if Jordan was in the car he would have me make it happen.

I pulled up to the parlor. It was a small building with a lot big enough for just two or three cars. I looked inside, there were three people. I chickened out of walking in as I was. I reasoned that if I was wrong about showing up naked the shop may boot me out, or worse, call the police. I slipped on the panties, the shorts, the shirt and walked inside. My heels clicked on the hard floor, everyone's eyes turned to the slut in progess. There were two guys and a woman. The woman appeared to work there. One of the guys was a customer. She was just fnishing his tattoo. A big, burly bald guy welcomed me. 

"Hi, I'm Josh," He grinned. "You must be Chelsea."

He shook my hand politely and motioned for me to his station. Thankfully it was behind a small curtain. He was thick. His arms were huge. He looked like one of those weightlifter guys on steroids but it looked more natural, in a biker kind of way. His arms were completely covered in tats, he had piercings everywhere. He looked dangerous, but his eyes belied that danger. They were soft and inviting.

"So what is it you want, then?" He asked courteously. "I just got a call from Jordan to hook you up. What kind of tat are you looking for?"

"He didn't tell you?" I squeaked nervously. He shook his head. "Fuck," I thought. Jordan was purposely making me have to say it.

I looked around. The woman was talking loudly at the cash register with her customer. I whispered, "Cum slut."

Josh's eyes arched. "How's that?"

I whispered again, "seriously, I want "Cum slut" written on me, in fancy writing, like Olde English. Right here, on my pelvic bone, right above...you know."

He looked at me questioningly. "Did Jordan send you here as a joke?" He said, smiling. "I wouldn't put it past that fucker," he laughed. His face softened when he saw that I wasn't laughing with him. "You're serious?" he asked again.

"Yesss," I hissed softly.

"I've done worse," he said comfortingly. "I just guess I didn't expect it from a ...well, a woman like you. I mean, I don't see any tats on you and if this is your first tat then, well, it's a shocker," he grinned.

He went on to lecture me about it, how it was permanent, it'd always be there, he can't just erase it, etc. He leaned in to me and whispered.

"It'll be evident every time..." he began.

"Every time someone fucks me, I know," I sighed. It's what I'd longed for and feared now for what seemed like an eternity.

The woman had returned to her station which was right next to Josh's makeshift curtain. It was just the three of us. Josh quietly drew up several "Cum slut" varieties. I whispered to him the changes I wanted and he'd try again. Finally, it was just like I wanted, what I imagined. I sighed. It was going on me. I was leaving my proper past behind. It was like a watershed moment for me, like it was the thing that would seal my fate forever. It forever marked me as what I wanted to be.

"You sure you want it?" he asked again, with concern.

"Yesss," I whispered. 

He had me lay back on the table. I had to kick off my shorts. I started to remove my panties but he motioned for me to just roll them down at the top. He was a gentleman. He was giving me some of my dignity, what dignity there was left to a woman getting, "Cum slut," permanently tattooed by her pussy.

He began drawing the words on me, first with a pen. It was going to be, "Cum slut," in fire red, outlined in black, all in fancy writing. It really was beautiful. I rested on my elbows and sighed. I could hear the woman popping gum right next to me on the other side of the curtain. I knew she didn't know what he was writing but I also knew that he'd tell her at some point. I covered my face with my arm, my face was hot.

It was time. "One last time, I have to ask...are you sure?" he said, pleadingly.

"Yes, sir, do it," I choked out. 

"I'll need to...um...get to it from better angles," he said hesitatingly. 

I knew what he meant. I began to roll my panties down from the top even more, my sparse little patch of hair was now completely exposed, as well as the tops of my now puffy lips. He went to work. I realized I was weeping. I didn't let him see it. My life was over. The life I'd had was being tapped away, under the ink gun. I thought of Meg, how she knew everything. I wondered if I'd even have a job on Monday and if I did, what would she do to me there? I wondered about my inspiration for all this, Randi, where she was, what she was doing. Mostly though, I realized that most of my fear was about Jordan. With Meg hanging around him, would he still want me as his sexual slave anymore? I realized that that was all I really cared about, I'd figure out the rest. I realized that it was the one thing I wanted most.

Josh was working hard on me. I could see sweat on his big bald head. Occasionally his hand would graze across my pussy from the hand doing the writing. More than once it caught on the material of my panties. I stopped him.

"You know I can just take these off," I said.

"Well, you don't have to, I'll be careful..." he said with embarrassment.

"It's ok," I said, I'm sure you've seen one before," I said.

"...up to you," he said, his voice cracking.

I slid them off my legs and kicked them in the corner, I never saw them again. Josh returned to his work on me. He often rested his wrist right on my pussy as his right hand did the work. The rubbing motion and the vibration started bringing up those feelings in my pussy. I tried not to buck against his arm, as much as I wanted to. I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me. I figured he did. He stopped for a moment.

"Do you need a break?" He asked. My legs were getting a bit stiff because I had them straight out and held together.

"Yeah, I guess, for a minute, thanks," I said.

"Do you need anything? Coffee?" He asked.

"Coffee would be nice," I smiled. I was sitting up now, on his table, sitting over the side. My bare pussy only covered by the fact that my legs were closed. I was sitting there bare and we were having just a typical droll discussion.

"Ellie," he said, around the curtain. "Could you go get us some coffee?"

"Sure hon, black? Cream?"

He looked at me, "Black," he said, waiting for me. 

"Cream," I said, embarrassed at what was the obvious double meaning.

I saw them talking. He gave her some money. She left. He came back. "Are you ok, do you want to continue?"

"Yes, I'm ready," I said. 

I laid back down. I relaxed a bit more, now that she was gone. I didn't clench my legs as tightly. I knew he could see pretty much everything I had. I wondered if he could smell me. I didn't know if it was my imagination but the whole room seemed to smell like my sex. He worked diligently. Finally, he pulled back. 

"Want to see?" He asked with giddiness. 

I finally looked down. My jaw dropped. That beautiful white patch of skin was now emblazoned with those words. It was as bold as if I'd put a neon sign down there. My face blistered red, I could feel it. An electrical jolt hit me at the same time, it was so fucking dirty, so naughty, yet so fucking exciting to me.

"God," I said in awe.

He looked at me nervously. "I told you it was permanent," he started, defensively.

"No, I mean god, in a good way, it looks...incredible," I said, gaping at it.

"Good," he said with relief. "I didn't want to have to try and erase it now," he joked. "I still need to finish it and seal the colors in," he said, "but we'll do that after the coffee. In the mean time here's a magazine." He handed me my shorts. I just waved him off.

"It's ok, I'd just have to take them off again," I said, with ulterior motives.

He nodded. I knew my next task. "Um, how long will it be for the coffee?"

He answered, "Probably about ten, fifteen minutes, I like the good coffee, and that's on Washington street, downtown."

I nodded. I made my move. Jordan had demanded it. "Listen, I really appreciate you doing this," I said, as I made eye contact.

"It's my job," he laughed.

"I know, but really, you did such a good job," I gushed. "I'd really like to thank you."

"You will, by paying me," he laughed.

Time was wasting I had to move this dance on. "I know, but would you like more?"

His eyes opened in interest. "More what, more money?" he said with some wonder.

I shook my head, no. "You see my tattoo," I said as I pointed to it. I was sitting on the edge of his table still. I no longer had my knees together. His eyes found the tattoo, and lingered, even lower.

"Yes?" he said.

"Well, would you like to help me prove it?" I said, as my fingers grazed my sore, inked skin.

His eyebrow raised. "You aren't trying to get out of paying me are you?" he said suspiciously. "I have chicks in here all the time that try that."

He had no idea. Not only would I pay him and let him fuck me, I was paying Jordan money just to make me do it. I laid it out for him. "No, I'm going to pay you. I just want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you would anyone that has "cum slut" tattooed on her."

He stared at me with a dumbstruck expression, "I'm going to pay you and I'm going to let you fuck me like the cum slut I am," I said. I knew that could not get any clearer. He looked around. 

"Hurry," I urged.

His pants dropped to his ankles. I got back on his table, I draped my legs over each side. He pulled my hips to the end. The height was perfect. He slid his cock in me. I moaned. I was so fucking wet and unbelievably hot since Jordan got me worked up about tonight. Josh pumped me slowly at first. His cock was as thick as his arms, it seemed. I wrapped my legs around him. I pulled his ass in, digging my heels into him. It was like I was spurring a pony. Finally, all I could hear was his groaning and his balls slapping against me with each thrust.

"Cum in me," I urged. "You'll always be the first to fill this new, official cum slut," I said. The thought drove him over the edge. He pumped me full. 

He had just slipped out of me with Ellie barged in with the coffee. He had just enough time to get his pants buttoned when she handed him the coffee. She was far enough past the curtain to see me. I'd pulled my legs up and together. I'm sure she caught a glimpse of the fact that I was pantiless, though according to Josh's inference, I'm sure that wasn't uncommon.

I sipped my coffee as Josh finished the tattoo in silence. I was sitting up a bit. I rubbed his head the whole time. I leaned over on occasion and kissed his head. Once, I whispered, "thank you...for everything."

He was done. I kissed him. He kissed me back. I let his hands wander under my shirt for a minute, he tugged my nipples, it made my legs weak. Reluctantly I pulled away. We chatted idly at the cash register for a few minutes. Ellie joined in on conversation. Finally, she came out and asked it. 

"What tat did you get, hon?" 

Josh nodded to her as if not to ask.

I told him it was ok. "Let me show you," I said, both with humiliation and with pride. It was a feeling I was becoming very familiar with. I rolled down my shorts over my hips. She made me come closer. I decided I wanted her to see it all, not just the tattoo, but the overall effect. I pulled down my shorts to my knees, I let her take it all in.

She let out a low whistle. "Damn, that's nice work," she said. I blushed. She looked at my puffy, wet pussy, which was leaking his cum. 

"That explains why you sent me out for coffee, too," she said with a knowing wink. I nodded with wonderful shame and walked out, his hot cum soaking my shorts.

I took my clothes off outside my SUV like it was the most natural thing in the world. I saw both Josh and Ellie watching me, they were shaking their heads. I climbed back in in just my heels and drove home. Some more teenagers or 20 somethings pulled up next to me at a light and were eyeing me. I almost thought of pulling behind them and "accidentally" tapping their bumper from behind knowing I'd have to get out and pay the consequences of it. I couldn't believe what I was becoming. I fought off the urge to do it. I realized I only fought that urge because it may have conflicted with my ability to get to the construction site on time. I knew that otherwise, in the heightened sexual state I was in, that there'd have been guys fucking my pussy raw all afternoon. I also had to fight off the desire to work myself over with my vibrator, I wanted to be hot and ready for the night. I was saving my slutty best for a bunch of strangers later. With a new tattoo that clearly showed who I now was, I felt more like Randi than ever.

My stomach churned as I got ready. I didn't know exactly for what. I showered. I smiled at how I was making myself clean for them, a bunch of people I didn't even know and the oddness that I was cleaning myself for doing something so dirty. But I wanted it, god how I wanted it, whatever it was, as long as it came from the mind of Jordan. I wanted to please him. I was more motivated than ever because of Meg's involvement. I couldn't lose him to her, I just couldn't. Not only would I do everything he said, I'd do more, just to make him proud. The thought of tapping the young men's bumper earlier came back into my head and I thought, "yes yes, something like that." I was kind of upset with myself that I hadn't.

I put on my makeup heavily, deep eye shadow, thick lashes. I put on the reddest lipstick I had. I basically smeared it on. I put a jewel in my navel piercing. As a surprise to Jordan, I slid a collar around my neck. It was leather, studded. I'd bought it in embarrassment at a leather fetish store the same time I bought the slut heels I was wearing. I wanted him to be proud of his pet. I stood in front of the mirror as I teased my red hair up, as he'd wished. I couldn't think of one thing that would advertise that I was a whore any more. I could've made it easy on myself. I could've worn a coat, at least to my car, so that my own neighbors couldn't see me. I didn't, though, I didn't want to cheat Jordan. I clicked my heels down my driveway. I was on a slut march. I was on my way to be devoured. I wasn't even a woman anymore. I was just a toy to be used, played with. No one there would even know my name, nor care to.

I drove slowly. I was early, I was anxious. I had to pull over a couple times and let time go by. Again as I saw guys drive past me I thought of ways for them to notice me. I pulled up just down the street from my turnoff. The construction site was only minutes away. A guy pulled up next to me at the light. He was in a huge Hummer, it was one vehicle that actually towered over mine. He could see a lot of me. It was a balding guy with a big gut. He looked like a rich business man with a new toy. He looked at me. I'm sure he saw more than my bare shoulders. He smiled. He said, "I'd sure like to see if the rest of you looks as good!"

I was on fire. I had 5 minutes, I was still early. I couldn't risk missing showing up on time, still...I quickly opened the door. His eyes popped. He saw me sitting in my SUV naked. I even turned a bit to him so he could see more. My pussy was gushing. The light turned. I slammed my door. We took off, he kept up with me. I didn't have time for this. I couldn't lose him. I knew what to do. I pulled over. His Hummer screeched to a halt in front of mine. It blocked me from going forward. He came back to my window. His fat leering face leaned in.




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 05



"Holy shit," he said, ogling my nakedness.

"I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have teased you," I apologized, "but I'm really in a hurry."

"Fucking right you shouldn't have, you can't just show someone a body like that and walk away, it just ain't right."

"I know," I agreed, "I'm sorry." I thought of what Jordan had said in the note, to do anything I had to to get there on time. I took him up on that.

"Listen, I don't have time," I said urgently. "Do you have a business card?" He reached quickly into his pocket. I let him look at me. He saw my pussy, my tattoo. He grinned evilly. He handed me his card.

"I'll call you later tonight," I said hurriedly. 

"For what?" he leered. "You must be a paid whore, I ain't paying for no whore," he sneered. "You probably just got done doing some party like that where everyone had you."

"I'm not a paid whore," I sniffed, though I resisted the urge to say that I actually was on my way to a party where everyone has me, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "Let me go, I'll suck your cock later."

He reached in the window and felt my breasts. "Let me see what I'm getting first," he grunted. His thick, meaty fingers found my pussy. It was soaked. He slid them into me easily. I groaned. He was pulling a nipple roughly with one hand while he finger fucked me with the other, I arched back, I could cum easily, I knew it. I had to go.

I pulled him out of me. "I'll call you, promise," I said urgently. He was insistent, I grabbed his fingers and licked them clean. "Seriously, I promise," I said. Still he wouldn't budge.

He saw my driver's license on the dash. I hadn't brought my purse, I didn't think it necessary. He grabbed it before I could stop him.

"Chelsea Lane, eh? Ok," he said finally, reluctantly, "but I'm keeping this until then. You'll get it back later. I'm going to want that snatch and not just your mouth, bring condoms," he said as I cringed at his wording. I was just a snatch to him and a dirty one at that.

"Ok, sir, I'll let you fuck me. I'll climb on your dick in the front seat of your hummer and ride you like that, ok?"

"Fuck," he said with awe.

"Ok," I said as he let me drive off. I put his card in my envelope.I hoped I wasn't late.

I drove into the dusty lot. Trucks were parked all on the outside. I pulled into the middle. Suddenly I saw them, they appeared outside their trucks. Men were all around, in a near circle by their vehicles. I was the main show.  I stepped out as I was, a dripping whore, in heels. I heard gasps at first, then catcalls. I saw Jordan so I walked towards him. He motioned for me to walk slowly. I did so, it was all for show. When I got to him he pushed me down by my shoulders. I knelt submissively in front of him. I wondered if he was proud of how I'd presented myself. He couldn't help but see the tattoo. His lips formed an appreciative sneer.

"I thought I told you just heels," he snipped, pointing at my collar.

I suddenly got scared. "I just wanted to please and surprise you, sir," I said pleadingly.

He grinned, "it's ok, it was a good call. He turned to the crowd. "I just had the bitch marked today," he said proudly. He made me stand and turn so that everyone could have a good look. I saw Meg, standing behind him,. He made me kneel again. Meg was grinning ear to ear at the spectacle of her boss, a naked slut in heels with her pussy tagged, kneeling and ready to take on a group of sweaty men. My camera was in her hand. My heart sank, I expected it though. I knew she was taking a close-up.

"Gentlemen," he said loudly. "This is the slut you've all been lusting after. Tonight, you finally get what I've gotten. Tonight, she's going to be your bonus!" he laughed. 

"Did you bring cash?" Jordan asked me.

"Yes, sir, it's in the car, in an envelope."

"Well, go get it, stupid slut," he said, as everyone laughed at me. They watched me jiggle away from them.

"Run," Jordan said from behind.

I tried to, but the heels were just to high, I stumbled.

"Faster, slut!" he barked. 

I tried. I fell. They laughed. I got up and tried. I fell again before reaching my SUV. My knees were scraped. I brought the envelope back to him, he made me keep it in my hand.

"Ok gents," Jordan announced. "Here's your bonus. This slut is going to suck you. All of you," he said as that familiar feeling of shame overwhelmed me. "She's going to give you each ten bucks for the privilege of taking your cum because that's what she pays me for it. Use her mouth as often as you can get it up. Cum early and often," he said gleefully.

He leaned over to me, "I hope you brought enough cash, your ass will regret this day forever if you didn't."

I suddenly hoped I had as well. There were 8 of them. I hadn't thought of repeats though, but I had plenty to spare, I figured.

Jordan held out cards. The men picked them for the order. My face turned scarlet. "After the original order anyone up for seconds or thirds it's first "cum" first served," he said, laughing at his own joke. He walked away and went into the trailer. I wanted to cry, I thought, "he isn't even going to watch his slut? " Meg, however stayed, she was the camera crew. She started to take control.

"Ok, let's get the show started, who is number 1?" she barked.

I was on my knees in the dust when the first man stepped up and dropped his pants. I sighed, my pussy was humming. It was drowning out anything around me, the catcalls, the taunts, Meg. It allowed me to just focus on what I was there for, sucking cock and swallowing cum. The envelope rested beside me. The first guy had a short cock, it was like an appetizer. I chuckled to myself. Still, when I was forced to lick his cum off my lips and I had to reach for a ten inside the envelope it put me in my place. I was the whore, to be used for pleasure, to be laughed at, not him.

Guy number two stepped right in, they were forming a line. Meg was cackling.

"That's right boys, get in line for the slut," she said, looking at me with a superior sneer. "Think what the CEO's would think when they see this video," she laughed before correcting herself, "er, I mean if they ever saw this video." I knew she was just guaranteeing I'd back her for her promotion.

She already had enough to ruin me, this would just be icing. Guy three and four took some liberties with me when they came. They forced me hard down on their cocks so they could spurt it deep in the back of my throat. I coughed up some cum. Everyone laughed. Meg made sure she got it in a tight shot. By guy six, (or was it seven? ) they decided to throat fuck the bitch. That was their wording, "let's throat fuck the bitch." The guy next in line held my hands above my head while the current recipient grabbed my head, lined up his cock, and fucked my mouth like it was a cunt. They were gagging me, I had to stop a few times as I almost puked and I regurgitated some of it. That only caused more laughter. It kind of pissed me off, not the laughter, but how cavalier they were about their cum. I wanted it in me, not wasted on the ground. My thought the whole time was Jordan and how proud he was of Randi and "how much cum she swallowed," on the night of the bus trip. I wanted him to feel that way about me.

My stomach was gurgling, I was burping up cum. As much as I wanted to have it all in me I couldn't help it. Guy 8 gagged me again and this time I puked. Meg was beside herself.

"What kind of slut are you, gagging and puking for the men nice enough to stick their dicks in your nasty mouth?" Still, the ever present camera captured it all.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I choked. She slapped me hard and laughed in my face.

"Don't let it happen again," she warned.

They all had taken a turn then they let me take a break. My envelope was getting thin. I began to worry. 

The men all huddled around, talking, laughing and smoking cigarettes. Mostly though they pointed at me and snickered as I stayed on my knees, still coughing up their cum. I was just a naked slut in heels and a collar, there to drain their cocks dry. I felt calm, strangely. I was lost in a fog. It was like it was the most natural thing in the world and all that other stuff, all my other life, was scattered and discombobulated. 

Another guy was ready. I went back to work. It was more of a one on one thing now. The rest hung back in their group and let me and whoever was next do our thing. More than one of them whispered to me, "hey, if you aren't doing anything later..." Or, they slipped their number in my envelope and said, "call me later." I would too, I'd call them all if Jordan wanted me to. I wanted to be used as much as they wanted to use me, but Jordan had to be the catalyst.

Some of the men didn't want seconds, they got in their trucks and left. They'd had enough of witnessing the cock sucking whore. Four more took seconds. Two of those were now spent. It was just me, Meg and two young guys who had to be 18 or 19. Youth has its advantages, I suppose. The first one became number 13. After I sucked down his sweet young cum I reached in the envelope and realized it was the last ten. A wave of dread came over me as I handed it to him. The last guy was standing there, his youthful big, proud dick was waiting for me.

Meg stood there, camera still whirring. I stood up and whispered to her. She put the camera down for the moment. "I don't have any more tens, can I borrow it from you? Please..." I begged.

She thought for a moment then said, "sure slut, I'll give you a ten now, if you give me a hundred Monday at work."

I wanted to protest but I knew better, Jordan would hear about it.

"Ten for a hundred," she repeated, then she whispered to me, and I get to film this stud fuck you with that beautiful horse cock."

I could only nod. They had me bend over the hood of a Volkswagen. Meg captured my total debasement from all angles as the young man, now emboldened with the stamina from cumming twice already pounded me relentlessly. Meg was so taken by it that she held my hair and whispered urgings to him to slap my ass each time I came close to cumming. I was so close several times but he came in me with a delerious grunt before I could join him. I fell to the ground and stayed there. He left in his truck. It was just me and Meg now.

"I have to say, I misjudged you something fierce," she laughed scornfully. "I thought you were Ms. Priss, instead you are the biggest fucking cum sucking slut I've ever seen, pornos included."

I was laying in the dirt, mixed with sweat and cum, I was a mess. I rolled onto my back.

"Is it over?" I asked in a daze, the fog seemed to be lifting.

She saw me laying there, a dirty, filthy whore. "Not yet," she said. She had an idea.

"Cum for me," she said. "Cum like the little piggy slut you are." She kicked my legs open and turned the camera on again. Now the camera focused on my pussy.

"Rub your slut pussy to an orgasm," she urged. "Show whoever watches this how turned on you got sucking down...what...13 loads of cum, then one in your slut hole?

I found my clit. I rubbed furiously. I was hot, I didn't care, I could've rubbed against a tree and still came I was so fucking juiced up. She just laughed at me in my frenzy.

"Cum for me, whore," she said sternly and I did. I came as the camera whirred, as Meg looked on, and as Jordan watched, from the window of the trailer.

Meg made me crawl to the trailer with a handful of my hair in her hand as encouragement. We went in. Jordan and Meg were beside themselves with joy. They couldn't believe how great it looked on the video. They made me watch while they stopped it time and time again to replay certain parts. It was as if I wasn't there. 

That is, until Jordan would turn and ask excitedly, "do you think Bill could make some money off this on the internet?" And, "How much?" 

I was forced to watch Jordan bend Meg over his table and fuck her young, tight pussy. They obviously were turned on by the show as well. I watched him bang her silly, while he mauled her near perfect tits. She just grinned at me with that glazed look while her tits bounced under the onslaught. He filled her up. Pangs of jealousy swept over me. I almost asked her if I could lick it out of her but he sent Meg on her way.

"See you Monday, boss!" she said in total sarcasm.

We were alone. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Exhausted, spent, full....used," I said quietly.

"So, a good day then?" he said, only half kidding.

"Yes, sir, it's always a good day serving you," I said, eyes lowered. "I am worried about Meg though," I said carefully.

"About her? Why?"

"Sir, she knows all about me now, it will ruin me at work," I told him.

"Naw," he said, "she's cool with it, we talked about it. She doesn't mind the whole thing. She just likes getting under your skin because of the boss/employee thing. She won't do anything I wouldn't," he said confidently.

"How can you know?" I asked.

"Because she won't be getting this dick if she doesn't," he said assuredly. 

As cocky as that sounded, knowing both of them I guessed he was right. Jordan's dick was like crack to us.

"That wasn't all I was worried about with her," I said. "I worry about our agreement, our contract and how her being around you changes all of it, for me."

He was ready for this, he already knew what I was thinking. "It doesn't change anything, for me. You still owe me more than a month of service before my option for more. You don't think I'd let some little piece of bimbo fluff come between our arrangement do you? Hell, you are my little money making slut. No way I'm giving that up for a piece of blonde ass."

That made me smile, that he thought of her that way. She had no idea.

"But at work, it's going to be difficult..." I whined.

"It is," he said. "But, it's most certainly humiliating, and I do believe that that is what you asked for."

"I did, sir, but..."

"But nothing, all she wants is to have that little bit of hold over you. To that end, you are to do whatever she wishes in your office, as you would me. She won't get out of line, otherwise I know I'll hear it from both of you."

I was a bit more reassured. He told me I could go, he started to leave.

"Clean your cock, sir?" I asked demurely. He smiled and let me lick his little skank's juice off his magnificent cock.

"Oh, sir, I have to tell you something."

"What?" he asked.

I took the business card out of the envelope. Ralph Watson. Ralph, figures, he looked like a Ralph. "Um, this guy uh, was delaying me tonight. You told me I should do whatever it takes to get here on time..."

"And?"

"Well, I kind of had to promise him that I'd ride his dick later, it was the only thing that I could promise to get him off me. You did make me drive around naked. It's this fat, kind of disgusting guy," I said with my nose turned up.

He just laughed, "Yes I did. I don't care who fucks you on your own time as long as it doesn't conflict with mine. Just make sure you include him in the totals for the week. Oh, and just so that it's clear, you give him access to your body for two weeks whenever he wants it, night or day, as often as he can get it up as punishment for acting like you are too good for it."

"Yes, sir," I said, with my shoulders slumped.

I ended up at a park at midnight. For a fat fucker he sure had a cock like a gear knob and the stamina of a man much younger. He made me earn my driver's license back for an hour. Turns out I needed to put twenty in the envelope for that night instead of ten. I didn't have to work my vibrator so hard when I got home. I also found out how much he could get it up, over and over, in the following two weeks.

{End of part five of, Chelsea's contract, part six to follow}



Chelsea's Contract Ch. 06



{This is part 6 and conclusion of, Chelsea's contract}

Weeks passed. Meg changed the way I dressed at work. I dressed more like Meg used to. She made me wear low cut tops and skirts that were well over the knee. Without underwear I had to work very hard to not reveal myself to all that were closeby anytime I moved. Meg made a habit of coming into my office and closing the door. She became the official underwear checker. She actually liked making me strip totally naked right there in the office. She would make me stand there while she inspected me. Then she'd sit and make idle chat as I stood there in fear of being caught, before finally letting me dress. She also became the lookout for when John would fuck me. She made sure no one came in while we were in there, allowing me to use my office. In payment, she made me secretly set up my camera and video it all. She loved watching it on the camera, often as I stood there naked, waiting for her to let me dress again. 

Meg had been constantly pestering me about a promotion. There was an opening at our office for a regional boss, it was my bosses job. Everyone assumed I would get it. Meg kept on me about it. It appeared she wanted my current job, if I moved up. She forced me to talk about her to my bosses and appear to give my backing. They were aware of her already due to Meg already having me plant the seeds about her in their heads.

One day, she had an idea for John. Turns out she was getting inspired by my sluttiness. She wanted a piece of him. Jordan wasn't as amused as I was when I told him about her plan. He told me to go ahead and allow it though but not to tell her he knew. I was always honest with him.

She wanted me to use the conference room. She told me to tell John to go in there and wait. I was to leave the lights off. Then, I'd tell him that I'd meet him in there in a minute. Meg figured he would go in instead and she'd have him all worked up before he realized it wasn't me.

I told Jordan her plan, he said go ahead, "but, you still put in ten bucks per cum, I'm not letting that bitch rob me of my money."

"Yes, sir," I said dutifully. Jordan told me to watch my texts the next few days as he'd be out of town to visit his sick father. He'd been running the business in name only the last six months. He lived in Florida.

"Aw, sir," I whined. "I hope he's ok," I added with embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I can't have you sitting on your ass not making me money, Meg and I have talked, we will come up with something," he said.

"Good," I said like a child rewarded with a cookie before realizing that Meg, the bitch, had even more power over me. It appeared he may be leaving Meg "in charge."

John showed up at my office. He was getting used to the drill. He was excited. He wanted to fuck me again while he looked at the "Cum slut' tat. He thought that was the, "most awesome thing in the world." 

I lied and told him he was the inspiration for it. Guys eat that shit up. "Meet me in the conference room. Go in, turn off the lights, I don't want people to think it's being used. Keep the lights off, I'll be in in a minute, I don't want to go in together."

"Ok," he said excitedly. He couldn't wait to try and wear my pussy out again. He did do it well, I had to give him that.

He walked away. Meg bounced up excitedly. She closed the door behind her.

"I should make you get naked in here while I'm fucking your delivery boy. I should make you wait here until I get back," she taunted. "But, I don't want the person who can get me a promotion to be fired before I can get the job," she smirked. "I will have something for you when I get back, though," she grinned. "In the mean time, there's this." She took out two clips that are used in our office to keep large stacks of paper together

My eyes shot open wide. "You'll wear these until I get back."

I started to protest. "Those'll hurt like fuck," I cried. 

She nodded, "that's the point. Better hope your boy gets me off quickly." She took her fingers and popped my tits out with a yank on my low top. My eyes were teary already. She just laughed. She fastened them on and I nearly buckled at the knee. "Don't bother taking them off yourself. If I get back and they aren't all purple and have their indentations still on you I'll know you cheated and I'll let the CEO's watch some nice videos today.

I nodded. I motioned for her to hurry. She just smirked.

She came back later. I was nearly howling in pain. She had a glazed look in her eye.

"Fuck," she said, letting out a deep breath. "How do you not want to fuck that thing every single day?" she said breathlessly. I begged for release from the clips. She took them off as if she'd forgotten all about them. I screamed but managed to cover my face with my arm. My nipples were nearly purple, as she said. She was satisfied I didn't cheat.

"You know, I'll have to talk to Jordan about piercing you," she said offhandedly. He's such a neanderthal when it comes to BDSM, I'll tell him all about devices he can use on you. I've seen a bunch of cool stuff on the internet." 

She had on a low top and an over the knee skirt. She'd definitely been taking advantage of my inability to censor her anymore. She walked up to me. She turned around and lifted her skirt. She had on no panties. There were red hand marks on both her cheeks.

"He, um..." she giggled, "...he was kind of mad at first that it wasn't you. But that was when he already had his hands on my tits and his dick was out. Oh god, that dick..." she stopped, wistfully. She was rubbing her cheeks now, still bare in front of me. She continued, "...so he started pulling away from me but I convinced him when my mouth got on his cock. He was still acting a lil mad," she chuckled, "so I told him to spank me like the naughty girl I am. Gawd," she said dramatically. "See how you are rubbing off on me?"

I just nodded. I wanted to just ignore her, I was pissed that that dick wasn't in me, that it was my ass that should have the red marks on it. But I couldn't, she had control of me. I was sitting at my desk. She came around the desk and turned my chair to face her. She propped her leg up on the edge of my chair.

"I said I'd bring you a little something," she hissed. She grabbed my head and guided it to her pussy. It was well used, wet and filled with him. Again, the pangs of jealousy hit me. At least she was allowing me to taste him, in some way at least I'd get his cum in me. I lapped it up. She purred like a kitten.

"This is no good," she scowled. She sat right on my desk in front of me, she spread her legs and held her pussy open with her fingers. "Ok, now continue," she panted. I licked up that sweet nectar, I was able to separate her nasty pussy from his tastiness, in my head. She started convulsing. I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed it like I like it, she came like her pussy would combust.

"Fuck, you are good at that," she hissed, "I can't believe I could get used to you doing that," she teased. She left me there, my face saturated from her juices. "Make sure I get that job," she said sternly as she flitted away.

Jordan was gone. I missed him using my slut pussy, ass, or mouth mindlessly in the morning. I missed sucking him off after a hard day at his work. I missed the construction workers watching me do it, through the trailer windows.

I didn't have to miss Mr. Keller, for he was there, promptly at 4 every Thursday to collect Jordan's jar money. He noticed this week had been light. I told him Jordan was out of town, he nodded. He handed me an envelope as he guided me to my knees.

"Mr. Ryan hoped that this might help things," he said, as I sucked him.

Meg popped her head in and giggled, after he left. "How was lunch?" she laughed. She told me she applied for the promotion, and that she expected me to back her up, before heading back to her desk.

I opened the envelope from Jordan. There were some pictures. Four guys. I recognized two of them from the construction site though they weren't in on the oral bang. The two others I was pretty sure were from our old school. I read the note. 

"Cunt, and I've decided to start calling you cunt, that way, in public I can just call you "C" and people will assume that I mean Chelsea, but we'll know it's just plain, cunt."

My heart stirred. I have had regret on occasion, since getting the tattoo of "Cum slut" that I should've chosen "Jordan's cunt," because I sensed it's the one he wanted. I've wondered since if I should've, or, if I should go back and have Josh put it on my lower back. 

"Since I can't be there to make sure you are earning me money, I want you to do this. These guys are my usual poker group. We meet every Saturday night at the construction trailer. I told them you'd be playing instead of me. Bring the camera, they won't mind. We usually play all night. Take a hundred dollars. Whatever you win, put it in my jar money. If you lose I want you to keep playing all night. But, after losing the hundred you can no longer use money to wager. You'll think of something. Keep track and make me proud (and a bunch of money!), Jordan.

"Mmm, thank you sir," I said as I kissed his signature lovingly.

I suck at poker. I know how to play, but I have to be the unluckiest person in the world at it. I lose every time I'm behind in a hand, and most of the time I'm ahead. I didn't think my money would last long. I was right.

The guys were Tom and Jeff (from the construction site). The other two were Jorge and Larry, both from my class in high school. They remembered me. They both remarked at the change. I knew what they meant. I used to look sweet and wholesome, now I look like I'd lick their cum off the floor...yes, I'm pretty sure I would, hell, I know I would. They were taking advantage of me. I could tell they were working together to make me lose. It was all a charade anyway, they wanted to fuck me, I wanted to make Jordan happy, it was all inevitable. I think the charade was for my benefit though, to add to the humiliating nature of being forced to do something.

I held my own for awhile. It was aggravating to them. Here I was, dressed in a revealing top, designed to let them ogle, and skin tight stretch pants. I had on no underwear, I knew they'd have no problem making out the very shape of my pussy through the thin material. Why should I care? I doubt I'll even be wearing any of it on the way home.

I was actually winning. I was up over a hundred from what I started with. I grinned. "One hundred for Jordan, that would take ten loads of cum to replace that, he'll be happy," I giggled to myself. I was taunting them, I kept bending over every time I'd win a pot, I let them see what they weren't getting. I'd even grab my tits on occasion and rub them, just to goad them. It was like poking tigers with a stick. They got aggressive, not just with the poker. I went to the tiny bathroom once and when I got out, Larry was standing outside waiting his turn, I thought. I stepped by him and he pushed me down on the couch. I wriggled but he held me firm, my hands behind my back.

He teased, "I think the little bitch has been cheating, I think I need to check for extra cards," he said. His one big paw held my arms behind me and he ran his other hand all over me, up my legs, between my legs, over my breasts. He took the material of the top and pulled it down, my tits spilled out. "Oops," he said with a feigned embarrassment, "I guess I was wrong." He let me up with a smile. I realized what I was going to be in for, in short order.

With them working together, and now, even more motivated after seeing my tits, my stack kept shrinking. I didn't want to disappoint Jordan. I made a big bet, stupidly, since I was on such a roll earlier. Jorge quickly called and won the hand. I was left with small change. Talk turned to me.

"So, what happens if you run out of money?" Jeff leered.

"How much money did you bring?" asked Larry.

"I don't um, I don't have any more money, guys," I said with a pout. "I still have some chips left," I said hopefully.

"That'll be gone the next hand," Jorge said with disdain. 

I realized that Jordan hadn't told them that I was to barter, he wanted to embarrass me with that detail. "Well, let's worry about that if it happens," I said, fingering my few remaining chips.

"I'll give you a couple chips to show your tits again," Larry laughed.

"Me too!" the others said.

"How about you guys each give me 10 bucks worth and I'll play until I can pay you back with my top off." They quickly agreed.

I peeled off my top. My tits were ogled freely by four sets of appreciative eyes. Larry kept trying to touch them, the others helped me fend him off, telling him that it "wasn't part of the deal."

He just grumbled, "Oh, I'll touch them all right, before this is over."

I just stuck my tongue out at him and wagged it. I was pushing him on purpose. He seemed like the roughest one, I knew he'd be the one to take it to the next level. Ten minutes later my chips were again dangerously low.

"Time for another deal?" Suggested Jeff.

"Like what?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, your tits are out, and Larry isn't the only one that wants to touch them..."

"So?"

"So how about, we each give you 5 bucks in chips and whoever wins the hand gets to play with them until the next hand is over and so on."

"Five bucks?" I scoffed. "Ten at least," I said.

They looked at each other, they were working together, "Nope," said Jeff, "Five or nothing."

"Fine," I sniffed. 

Jeff was the lucky winner. He fondled me as I shuffled the cards. My tits were passed around like that for a few hands. Ironically, Larry never won a hand, it was driving him crazy. I lost my chips again. Now I was empty.

Jorge came up with the next deal. "The skirt comes off, and panties, if you have them. You are naked for us."

"Ok, and"? I asked.

"You stay that way. Every hand winner you have to sit on his lap."

"But how can I play that way?" I whined. 

"Look, you aren't really playing anyway," he teased.

"Fuck you!" I taunted him. "I'm going to win all your chips, from all of you!"

"Look at you," laughed Larry, "the topless woman with no chips, talking smack."

He was goading me back, he was making me make a stupid move. I fell right in.

"Ok, tell you what. I get 10 more bucks from each of you. In the mean time, I'll get totally naked."

"What does the winner of the hand get?" Jeff wondered.

"How about, the winner can sit out the next hand. I'll sit on his lap while I play. This continues until I'm able to pay each of you your ten back."

"What does that allow us to do?" Jorge wondered.

I acted confident. "You can use your hands on me as you wish, but only until the next hand is dealt."

I stripped. The gave me appreciative leers. I was proud that they got to see my tattoo. I got out the video camera and allowed Jeff to tape me stripping. I told them that they could record everything from now on. I could see Larry shake his head, as if he knew it all along. I got passed around and felt up. Every one of them had their fingers in me, they had me squirming. I lost even quicker this time, I swear they were cheating. They were unified now. I was the wildebeest with the lame leg, they were coming after me. 

"Now what?" Jeff asked.

Tom spoke up, he'd been the silent one. "Look, she doesn't have anything else to offer, fellas," he said. 

I thought he was being a gentlemen. Instead, he continued, "Let's cut to the chase. You are naked, you have no chips, you want to keep playing, you have cum slut tattooed on you. You aren't getting out of here without getting fucked, getting fucked a lot, and hard." The others grunted their assent.

"I know," I said softly.

"So, let's cut the crap, what is going to happen? Are you going to play willingly or do we have to jump through some stupid hoops to do it. I mean, I ain't messing with Jordan's woman, anything you do, you do because you are willing."

I laid it out for them. "Listen, I'm willing....really, you have no idea..." I said softly, with embarrassment. "But, Jordan insisted I play all night, and offer things to cover what I lost. I don't want to make you wait all night either, but it's not up to me. It's just a game," I said. "He's just playing a game with his slut. That's why he wants it videoed, so he can see it."

"Wow," Larry said. "Girl, you are a surprise a minute."

For a brute, Larry was the smart one. "I don't see a problem here, missy. Jordan wanted you to play until you lost, then offer things to cover it, right?"

"Yes," I said with hope.

"Ok, so you lost," he said. "You offered things to cover it, we already took it."

"I know but he said play all night," I whined, I really wanted it to not be true.

"Yes, notice the wording there. Play all night. I guarantee we'll play with you all fucking night long, right fellas?" He said to enthusiastic agreement.

"Wow," I said, my mouth open.

"Let's cut the crap," Larry said. "How about we keep playing, I don't really need to see what others do to you when it's their turn. We play, the winner takes you wherever, does whatever, while the rest play cards. That way, it's all technically true, we're playing cards all night, and you are playing all night, based on what the cards say, I say it's perfect."

"Ok," I said softly. "The only rule is someone has to video all of it, is that ok?"

They all enthusiastically agreed.

"Who is first?" I said lustily.

Jorge won, he just wanted a blowjob. I gave him one under the table while they continued, he didn't even have to miss a hand. They just propped the video cam on the chair to record it. They slowed down the hands and the dealing just to keep up, in the mean time they watched me work. Jorge filled me up, I wiped it off my tits where it had dripped and licked it off my arm.

"Who is next?" I said from under the table. 

Next was Jeff, then Tom. They both fucked me over the couch while the others acted as if they were playing, when they were clearly watching the slut in heat get banged and filled.

Larry couldn't win a hand. I started teasing him badly. I could see the veins starting to pop in his forehead. Once the other three had had me, they started to make me do other things besides make them cum, while they recovered. Jeff had me lick his balls clean. Tom made me walk down to the highway and back, all under the bright streetlights. Jorge found inspiration from one of Jordan's ideas and had me lick his ass, right in front of all at the table. Larry was about ready to burst. It was already three am, I wasn't sure how long the game would last. Jeff won again. They'd ordered a pizza from an all night place. He made me open the trailer and step outside to get the pizza, naked, of course, while his second load of freshly sprayed cum dripped down my chin, throat and chest. The pizza person was a woman, a girl, really, probably 18. She had that disgusted look in her face that I knew so well, especially when she saw my tattoo. It didn't stop her from looking at me, all of me, as I paid her. I giggled at the men and their looks as I re-entered the trailer.

The game started to wrap up after awhile. I did more dares, let them take pictures of me and video me doing everything, however they wanted me. Larry kept losing. It was comical, he looked like he was going to kill someone. 

They decided on their last hand, it was after 4:30am. I was pulling for Larry, as much as I'd taunted him, I knew he'd be brutal. I wanted brutal, I needed it rough. Fate was kind. Larry turned over a set of Kings. He glowered at me, "you're mine now." 

I started to melt. "I'm Jordan's," I corrected. "But I'm yours for now, in order to fulfill his wishes."

"Yes, those wishes that you play all night," he sneered, "from what I figure sunup doesn't come for almost two hours."




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 06



I shuddered, he was right. The game was over. The other men were tired of playing with the willing slut. Larry, however, had been denied, and a fire of lust and rage filled him.

I counted, I'd taken six loads of cum. I'd coaxed a second one out of all the other three over the hours. Still, 60 bucks was not what my master was looking for. I thought, one, maybe two from Larry and Jordan would be highly disappointed.

Larry took my outside roughly by my arm. The men said their goodbyes.

Tom looked concerned. "You aren't going to hurt her, are you?" he asked.

Larry laughed evilly. "I'll hurt her as much and as long as she wants."

Tom warned, "you be careful, Jordan wouldn't be happy if anything happened to her." 

That made me smile. I could only hope that was true.

Larry answered, "Don't worry, look at her, she'll love every minute of it.

Larry made me march, naked, down the dirt road in front of his truck, while his lights blared on me, highlighting the naked slut. He took me right up to an unfinished house. He led me to the outside porch. He roughly bent me over the rail. I felt his belt being taken off, I braced for a thrashing. Instead he used the belt to tie my hands to the railing, with my arms outstretched. He shoved his sweaty underwear in my mouth in a ball and duct taped my mouth shut. I was glad they were briefs and not jockeys.

"Now, I can fuck this pussy up," he growled, "without distraction." 

I paid for my taunting, he rode my pussy hard. He slapped my ass without restraint. I hung on for dear life. My main thought was how could I get him to cum a few times, in order to make my master happier. His cum was like a fire hitting my insides. I could feel it deep in me. He grunted again and slipped out of me. He left me like that while he sat back on a chair and popped a beer. I just stayed in place like a good slut should. I felt his cum running down my leg, no doubt mixed with some others. I felt proud of that. I only wished that there were more, for master. I heard him moving, he was ready again. He was like a bull. This time, the bull wanted my ass.

He was no less brutal on my ass. I think he wanted to hear me scream through the tape. I didn't give him that satisfaction, even though I wanted to. He butt fucked me for what seemed like an hour, no doubt helped by the earlier cum. He mauled my tits, it seemed like he wanted to pull my nipples off of me. I think my taunting was coming back to haunt me. I groaned, that was all I would give him. He finally came again, deep in my bowels.

He staggered away. He left me there again, while a river ran from my holes.

Finally, he started to let me go. He took the tape off my lips in a quick yank. I spit his underwear out.

"Thanks for using me, sir." I said submissively.

"Fuck," he said in a low tone, "If you were my slut I'd punish that ass hard."

"You just did, sir," I giggled.

"No, I mean punish it, like, spank it, beat it, for being such a dirty whore."

"I am a dirty whore, sir," I said proudly. "What does that make you?" I said, clearly trying to provoke him.

I was still bound, bent over and helpless. His hands grabbed my tits hard and he squeezed.

"That makes me a guy who fucks and punishes dirty whores."

"I know, sir, I was just kidding," I said, causing him to release his grip.

"You really are a dirty whore," he said, this time with a noticeable appreciative tone.

"You'd actually take more if you could, wouldn't you. From the looks of you it looks like you've taken a belt a time or two as well."

"Yes sir, both are true," I said proudly. I thought of Randi, and how proud she was bragging about it as well. I realized that the line between her and me was now blurred. I no longer felt inferior.

"God, I'd wear your ass out with that belt, if I could, just because of all the fucking lip you gave me," he laughed.

"If you could? Why can't you?"

"I can't mark up someone else's slut, especially my bosses," he said regretfully. 

I had an idea. It was a reach, for master. "How much would you give me for it?" I asked.

"For what? For whipping your ass?"

"Yes," I said, suddenly embarrassed. "Then I tell Jordan that it was my idea, and you are off the hook."

"Why should I give you anything?" He asked. "A total whore like yourself, shouldn't you be begging me to do it for nothing?"

I smiled at that, "normally I would, sir. However, I don't want to disappoint Jordan, and I wonder if I've done enough tonight to warrant his approval. So I'm asking, how much to allow you to whip this ass? You know you want to, since I started on you about being a poker loser."

He grinned coldly. "Fucking right. I like you, most whores are dishonest liars and scammers, not you, you are upfront about it."

"So you'll do it?" I asked hopefully.

He still wasn't sure. 

"How about if I let you whip me tied up like this, that way I can't move or resist anything you want to give me...as hard as you want, as long as you want." I said, trying to seal the deal.

"Tell you what, we play poker for chump change, as far as that goes. You lost what, a hundred? How about I give you your hundred back?"

"And?" I said, waiting for the rest.

"And I whip your ass with this belt until you either your legs buckle or I get tired of doing it."

A trickle started down my leg, this time I don't think cum had anything to do with it.

"Ok, sir." I said.

"I want you unable to move though. You have too much leeway now. I want you unable to squirm. I hate bitches squirming when I'm whipping their ass.

He put me over a sawhorse that had a board over it. He tied my hands to the legs with electrical cord. He wrapped a cord around the board, and my waist, binding me to it.

"I won't tie your legs," he said. If your knees break, and you can't support your weight, I stop." I just nodded. I was entering that space again...the familiar pussy hum...the Zen like feeling that I was where I was supposed to be.

"Ready?" he asked, belt in hand.

"Wail away, sir, let me see how much I can take."

He obliged. He beat my ass like I deserved. If I had any skin left on my behind it was three layers of red. He beat me and beat me and beat me. He let me scream, there was no one around for miles. The cracks echoed through the trees.

Finally, he stopped. "Fuck," he said. "That was incredible." He was hard again. He slipped into my flaming ass like it was butter. He came harder than he did the first two times. I thanked him again. He laid the hundred on the table. "You fucking earned that. Well, I'd better get you loose before the morning crew comes in."

"They have crews on Sundays?" I asked.

"Well, there's a group of laborers, some Mexicans I think, who come in and clean and empty the dumpsters in their truck. They are only here for an hour or so before they move to another site. They don't even speak English."

He started to untie me. He saw me with "that look."

"What?" He asked.

"I told you I needed to make master happy. How many of them are there, usually?"

He just shook his head. Three, four, maybe, I think it's an old man and his sons.

"Sons like kids?"

"No, sons, like in their 30s, the old man has to be 60 something."

"Can you do me a favor then?"

"I guess I owe you one, " he grinned.

"Leave me here like this, tied to the board. Then go."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Totally," I said, lost in the haze of my submission.

He did as I asked. The men spoke no English, as Larry had said. They did know how to fuck a gringa. The old man even had himself a couple of goes. He wore out my jaw face fucking me. I didn't know how to tell them to untie me. It took me a couple hours to wriggle myself free. I was sunburned, my ass had welts all over and my pussy, ass and jaw ached. I was right, I couldn't find my clothes. I drove home naked, as usual. Before I hit the bed I counted. The hundred from Larry and the tens I put in ten for each cum. I counted 15 loads, including Larry's three and the Mexicans six. 250 dollars. The lawyer indicated that Jordan would be proud. He told me that as I sucked his dick dry.

He then told me bad news. Jordan's dad had died. I was crestfallen. I didn't hear from him for quite awhile. I did what I could to keep up his fund. I kept up with the attorney, John, Charlie. I did Larry at the construction site a bunch of times, every time he worked me over good. It wasn't enough, I was so desperate to make Jordan proud that I even debased myself further as I made a habit of sucking gross Bill off what seemed like dozens of times.

Meanwhile I found out that the job Meg had put in for was the new regional boss job, the job I wanted. Somehow, the brass favored her in the interviews, I knew why. With my backing she now had strong support. Plus, I suspected she'd revealed something, the air was different there. 

I needed something on her, otherwise she'd be my boss. I worked with the tech crew on a new project, in the conference room. Meg had begun taking over my role as delivery man's slut. She taunted me about how he preferred 21 year old pussy and not some musty old 28 year old pussy. 

Meg got hired only days later. The first thing she did was bust me down to her old job as administrative assistant. I lost most of my savings by trying to legally fight it. Mr. Keller didn't seem to try that hard with my case, even though I had to suck his dick every time he signed a paper or went to court.

Jordan finally returned. Ironically, it was on the day when Meg finally fired me. She called me into her office (which used to be my office). Some of the top brass there, on her computer the video of me taking on the guys at the poker game was playing. I was fired on the spot. 

Jordan called me to his house. I rushed over. I asked him if he was ok, he nodded. He told me to catch him up. He was visibly enraged at Meg for what she'd done. He didn't say a word, though, as I told him everything that had happened. He didn't even mention that I'd forgotten to strip.

"You know what today is?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"It's the last day of your three month contract."

"Six month contract, sir, " I said with pride.

"No, it was three," he said, his face suddenly stony. "It's always been three, with my option for six."

My mouth ran dry. "But sir..." I protested. "The money, I've made you a bunch..." I begged.

"Yes you have," he said. The attorney had given him the envelope. "Three months and there's over a thousand dollars in here, that's fucking impressive." He said.

"Just think what we can do with three more months sir, especially now that you are back, and I've got all the contacts, it should be easy, sir."

"That's just it, I don't need the money. My dad died. He was fucking rich, the construction company, it's mine. I have more money than I'll ever need now."

He didn't need me. I was crushed. I felt faint, I had to sit.

"So, it looks like you need this money more than I do," he said, offering it to me.

I'd have none of it. "Sir," I said slowly, "that money is yours. It was made for you. I made it for you, because of my commitment to you. I can't or won't ever take it."

"But what will you do?" he asked. "You don't have a job, your money is almost gone..."

"I'll find a job," I said, hopefully, even though I knew this mark on my record would haunt me forever. "At worst I can go to my dad and work in his music shop."

"Won't he wonder how you lost your job?"

"He will, but he loves me, sir, as long as he never sees the videos or me with the tattoo, he'd be ok."

"I know, like my dad," he said wistfully. "He wanted so much more for me. The lawyer delivered this too," he said. It was our contract.

I lovingly touched it. "You going to destroy it, sir?" I asked hopelessly.

"Yes, temporary slavery is fine and all, but I think it's time this one is finished." He set fire to it. I cried softly.

"You are right, sir," I said, sobbing. "I have nothing I can give you now, I have no money, even the money I can make won't help you, you don't need it." I was breaking down, I couldn't stand it. 

"Plus," he said, "anything that I could do to hurt you is moot. Blackmail is no longer a real option. You've already lost your job, everyone in town knows you are a fuck slut, there's nothing I can do that would hurt you any more than that."

"Do you want me to go, sir?" I said, my eyes red.

"You are free," he said.

I started to walk out. He said, "you do realize that you forgot to strip before you got in here."

I turned with my mouth open.

"What are we going to do about that?' He said, that mischievous grin back on his face.

"I think punishment is in order, sir," I said as my heart raced with hope.

"I agree, how does one punish a cum slut like you?"

"By making her take cum, sir?"

"Listen," he said. "That whole thing with the contract. Like I said, we've outgrown it. I can't hurt you, you don't have money. It's not about that anymore."

I listened intently to him continue, "you obviously were willing to commit to me."

I nodded vigorously. "I found the whole time frame stifling," he said. 

"Me too, sir. I didn't even think six months was enough," I said, now hopeful.

"So, here's what I want, and again, you have one chance to reject it. Then you can go on your way, I go on mine."

"What do you want, sir?"

"You," he said sternly. "I want you living here, under my roof."

My jaw dropped again. He continued. 

"You are no longer a temp, you are permanent. You are my sex slave. You have no rights. None that I don't give you. Your only purpose in life is for me to use you for sex. I fuck you how and when I want. I give you to who I want. I can take you, punish you, and control you in every possible sexual way I choose."

He waited for my response. My face was one of shock. He kept going, "you live in this house so that I have access to you at all times, however, you don't sleep with me unless I wish. I date whoever I wish, fuck whoever. You get a room, the smallest one in the house, the den. The dog gets a bigger room. I pick your clothes, you go out dressed as I wish, when I wish."

I couldn't speak. "You are going to pay for all my repairs with sex, car mechanics, electricians, delivery men...whoever. I have a mean streak a mile long, got it from my dad. You are going to fuck and suck the dirtiest, fattest, dumbest guys and you are going to thank each and every one and arrange it so that they get you again."

I choked. I swallowed hard. "When people ask you what your name is, you say, "I'm Jordan's cunt," unless I ask otherwise."

He still didn't get a response. I know he was seeing how far he'd push it. "Finally, we'll sign a contract, I know how you like those, but it'll just be for us. It'll read, I Chelsea Lane relinquish all rights to Jordan Ryan. I will answer only to Jordan's cunt. All rights Jordan's cunt has will be given to it by Mr. Ryan. Mr. Ryan only agrees to use his cunt in the most humiliating and painful ways, with as many people as possible. This arrangement is permanent and irrevocable."

"Sir?" I asked, my face contorted painfully.

"Yes, cunt? Yes, you are free to leave. It was nice knowing you, you really did have a good run. No one alive could expect you to sign that and to live as it outlines. I didn't expect you would, it's just what I want, if I had a relationship like that. That's how I would want it. I still want you to keep your money," he said as he tried to hand me the envelope again. 

A thousand bucks along with selling my house would pay off my bills and get me to my dad's. Life would start over, fresh. I could be Chelsea Lane again, proud daughter of James Lane. I doubted I'd see him again otherwise.

"Fuck," I said, my face steeled with determination, "Fuck you, and I mean fuck fuck fuck you, sir. That arrangement is ludicrous. There's no way I could live with those conditions." 

His face only twisted a wry smile, he shrugged.

I began my final, fatal descent. "Like I said, your arrangement is ridiculous, if I were you I'd also force me to get another tattoo, on my lower back, "Jordan's cunt," and have to pay for it with my ass, master, as you always wish." 

"Next, punishment. In the future you need to buy the biggest, fattest studded belt you can find to whip your cunt. I've found that being tied or strapped down while you do it helps me take much more pain. If I were you I'd insist that my tits should be included in the punishment. The cunt needs to have her tits beaten freely as well." 

"Plus, you have to do something for me, regarding Meg, don't worry sir, you'll get some out of it."

"I'm sure you'll wonder again if I'll back out again, at some point. You know the situation I'm in, I'm broke, I'm unhirable, my only out is to go to my dad..." I said with his face clearly intent on my words.

"To ensure I am enslaved to you, permanently, you send the video of Charlie fucking my ass to my dad. Send the one of me sucking off your crew, send them all. Include pictures of my tattoos including the new, "Jordan's cunt" that I'll get. Then, make a copy of the contract and send that with it. " 

His smile was magical. "I'll only sign it if you agree to my terms, sir," I said challengingly.

"I agree," he signed it first then he watched as I signed my life away. I knelt before him and kissed his shoes.

"Ok cunt, I own you now. Do something for me while I look for a nice belt. I need to whip you for forgetting to strip." 

"Yes sir?"

"Go next door to Mr. Henderson's house, he's been asking about you."

"Ok?"

"Go next door, cunt, and give him head, I don't think it's fair he had to watch you do it all those times."

"I agree sir, I wanted to ask you if it was ok."

"It is, now go, and strip now, hell, he's seen you enough times, I know I have a really wide belt of my dad's leftover from the 70s," he laughed. He caressed my tits which I presented to him. "I've been wanting to whip these purple for some time now. Expect that when you return."

I returned with a mouthful of cum. I waited to swallow it so that he could see his cunt do it for him.

He tied his cunt over the recliner. He beat his cunt's ass until she bled. Then, he turned her tits an obscene shade of red. He made me thank him for it after. He mouth fucked me until I got his gorgeous cock all the way down my throat. He pinched this cunt's nose and made her open all the way up so he could send his cum directly down my throat. This cunt thanked him again.

I moved into his tiny den. He didn't allow me to bring all but a handful of clothes, only the slut wear I'd bought since I'd been with him. Our house was the only house in the neighborhood that got free cable, free electric, free phone and free UPS and FedEx delivery. Though, the FedEx guy was an ass man, he made me work harder for it. 

The tattoo guy loved fucking my ass while looking at "Jordan's cunt, " he put on my lower back. I knew he hated not getting paid so I had to agree to weekly installments. Three months of ass fuckings seemed awful steep, but what's a cunt going to do? Ellie got to watch every time, he insisted on it.

Charlie had a bunch of black friends. Jordan had Bill create an interracial website for it. They must've made a ton off of the plethora of videos he had me make with all of them.

Even though the economy had rebounded and he had plenty of money to give bonuses, Jordan still made his cunt pay them out. I became the monthly perk as well as the gift for each birthday or special occasion for each of his workers.

Meg, ah Meg. She rose to regional manager at my expense. One thing she couldn't do though, was resist cock. Whether it be John's or Jordan's. John fucked her every Tuesday and Thursday in place of me. Finally, at my insistence, Jordan fucked her a number of times, in the conference room, he took her mouth, her pussy, her ass. It was only a matter of time before the company actually reviewed the security tapes of the new camera I'd had placed in there just days before I got busted down to secretary. Too bad, you'd think a "regional manager" would know about these things. They fired her on the spot as well. Last I heard she was working as a "waitress" in a strip club. "Not a stripper," she'd tell people, just a "waitress," even though many of the construction workers said differently and bragged about how they made her give them head in the VIP lounge for 5 or 10 extra bucks.




Chelsea's Contract Ch. 06



One day I was on my knees breaking in a new mailman with a blowjob in the driveway. As I was licking up a woman approached me. She was dressed in a frock that looked like it was from the 50s. Her hair said, June Cleaver. I got up off my knees. I was only wearing a belt and heels, the rest I'd left in piles along the way. I burped as she walked up.

"Child," she scolded. "That's the devil's work, repent," she said. She had literature, she was a Jehovah's witness. "There is only one god and he wants your soul!"

I calmly replied. "There's only one god in my house and it's Jordan Ryan." I saw a strange look on her face. I was barely looking at her. It was then I saw it. Her name tag. It was Randi. 

I laughed, "Yes, the Jordan Ryan who fucked you, who you sucked, who beat your ass with a belt. The Jordan who had you suck off dozens of guys on a bus, that Jordan Ryan."

She shook her head. "That wasn't me, that was the devil, he's now gone and it looks like you need saving now too."

"Save it sister," I said coldly. "I'm the one getting that treatment now, I'm the one getting that dick... yes that wonderful dick, remember it? Oh, and he's rich, and he gives me everything that I need in life. Go tell someone who cares." I walked past her as she cursed at me and threatened me with eternal damnation.

"That isn't very godlike," I smirked as I went inside. I watched her walk away. It hit me. I was no longer chasing the fantasy of being Randi, I now was Randi.

{This is the conclusion of Chelsea's contract}