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Sandra's New Client Ch. 01

By: Tappy_McWidestance



Author's Note: We received a great deal of positive feedback from the story Sandra's Fantasy. While Sandra is still the main character, this story isn't a sequel. The genesis of it is from Sandra's lust fueled fantasies so you will see some similarities.

By Tappy McWidestance and Sandra



Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sandra and I'm definitely a MILF. Some people think that term is derogatory and they may be right, but I don't care. I'm a divorced mother in my late 40s who has stayed in shape, has gorgeous blue eyes, great legs and can still turn a young man's head. My daughter is in her twenties and is out on her own.

I am a lawyer by trade. I work primarily helping women with sexual harassment and discrimination cases as well as divorce. Most of the time what I do is pretty mundane. People rarely want to go to trial and an out of court settlement is the norm. That's not to say the settlements are easy to write. Frequently I am up against arrogant men who think they are above the law so the negotiations can be tense. I have learned my lessons well though and my clients almost always walk away satisfied. Since my divorce I had really thrown my life into my career and I didn't have much of a social life. My primary sexual outlet was a vibrator which used C batteries and my well practiced fingers. If in fact I was in a rut as I fell into a predictable, boring routine. I had not been out on a date for months and it had been close to a year since I'd let a man share my bed.

Then one day a woman came into my office and told me a tale of woe about her problems with Mr. Jon Hendrick. I'd heard the name, of course. Everyone in our town knew the name. Hendrick was old money. His grandfather started Hendrick and Weinburg investment brokerage in late 1930s. His dad took over from him and now it was Jon's turn to run the firm. He was one of the most connected and powerful men in town and one of the most wealthy. The woman had what sounded like a legitimate harassment case against him, but he would have the best lawyers money could buy on his side. This one wouldn't be easy, but the payoff could be huge. It was just the kind of case I loved.

Before we could file we needed to do our research. I had several investigators I work with on a regular basis. I put them all to work on this one. My client had worked at the brokerage for five years. During that time she was under duress by the culture of sexism that permeated the firm (her words) and pressured by Mr. Hendrick for sex if she wanted to move up the corporate ladder. Usually I like to meet with the person I'm suing before finishing the complaint, but this time I wanted to get everything in order before we tipped our hand. Mr. Hendrick's reputation led me to believe I couldn't BS him. I had to be ready. 

That isn't to say I didn't want to meet him. I wanted to personally hand him the papers and I try to make a big show of doing it in my target's office where his coworkers will know what is going on. I have found this to be a very good strategy for getting a client to settle. At the first meeting I present a nice thick binder of "facts" which support our side and also hand him a settlement at the same time. You might be surprised how often my target will just settle. I figure they have a guilty conscious and know they are caught. I always write the first draft of the settlement with a figure much higher than my client is willing to take just in case the target agrees. I had reviewed the documents from my investigators and had everything ready that I could before I made the call to his office. In this case I assumed the meeting would be short and I would be hearing from his attorneys in the morning, but it was worth a shot. He had agreed to meet me at 3pm. 

Given Jon Hendrick's reputation, at least in his mind, as a "player" I figured I would go in strong and not give him the opportunity to boss me around. I usually dress very conservatively for work but I can transform myself to sexy too. I figured he would not be expecting a hard nose negotiator and if I could distract him with my looks that would give me an advantage. I chose my clothes carefully. I still had to be professional and could not risk looking slutty. I usually wear skirts or dresses that come to just above my knees. I knew I needed to show a little more leg so I picked a skirt which was about 3 inches higher. My legs are toned from hours in the gym and endless miles of jogging so I have the legs to pull it off. I also wore black stay up stockings. I figured garters would be a bit too much if anybody found out although I do love wearing them. I chose a silk blouse that hugged my breasts and a push-up bra. I left an extra button open to show just a hint of cleavage. I usually wore sensible heels at work but today I chose a three and a half inch black pump. I felt empowered by using my sexuality to advance my client's case.

My meeting was scheduled for 3pm, but early in the afternoon I got a call from Mr. Hendrick's assistant asking if I could come at 4 instead. It was Friday afternoon and I really didn't want to reschedule for next week and controlling the schedule is part of negotiation 101 but I reluctantly agreed. I didn't have any plans for Friday night, as usual, so it didn't matter if I had to work a little later than I planned.

I arrived at the office at 3:55. Mr. Hendrick's assistant greeted me. She was young. She looked like she was no older than 22 or 23. She was also impeccably dressed. I suddenly felt like I had dressed a little unprofessionally. She told me to have a seat and that she would let Mr. Hendrick know I was here. She said he was still busy with the emergency that came up earlier in the day so it would be a few minutes. She had a disarming smile and was in complete control of the office. I found myself thinking that I wished our admin people were as professional as she was.

She returned a minute later and told me he would be with me as soon as he could. She also asked if I wanted coffee, tea, juice or water. I declined. I sat in the waiting area outside his office for 30 minutes. As I watched the minutes tick away on my watch I entertained two thoughts in my mind. The first was why am I putting up with this delay? I was giving him control of the first part of our meeting by accepting his delay. The second thing I kept thinking about was did Mr. Hendrick also sexually harass his new assistant? She was beautiful and about the same age as my client was when she started at the firm. In my mind there was no doubt she would receive the same requirements as my client if she wanted to move up in the firm. I tried to think of a way to break the ice on the subject, but I couldn't. I had just reached the end of my patience and stood up to leave when she tapped on the pickup button for her headset. I heard her say "right away sir," and then she looked at me. Told me I could go in which she stood up and walked over to the door. I pretended not to be furious at having to wait and confidently walked over to the door.

The assistant introduced me to Mr. Hendrick. He stood and charmingly told me to call him Jon. He also reached out to shake my hand. He was certainly pleasing and his grip was firm. My womanly intuition was sizing him up. He didn't look his age. He obviously worked out and took care of himself. He had a great smile and a disarming nature. My first reaction was he would have his pick of female companionship and I didn't understand why he would need to pressure somebody who worked for him. His assistant left the office and shut the door behind him. It was time to get down to business.

His first question was whether this meeting was formal or casual. I told him casual although in my mind I was thinking that by the end I fully expected to have him wrapped around my fingers and signing the settlement. He surprised me by ushering me to one of two couches on the side of his office. Usually an adversary would chose to sit behind their large wooden desk in a show of power. This was going to be easier than I thought.

I put my briefcase on the table and sat down. In the process I crossed my legs allowing my skirt to ride up just a little higher. Not to the tops of my stockings mind you, but enough to get his attention. His eyes were on my legs as he sat on the other couch. So far so good. I had him thinking about me instead of the case. Since we were still in "casual" mode I didn't start right in on the details but instead began to interview him about his firm, my client's roll and history and the overall culture of the company. It was clear he liked to talk about the business his family had built. I have not met an entrepreneur who doesn't. I may not have looked like I was paying attention but I was carefully studying his body language and trying to learn his signals that he might not be telling me the truth. At the same time I was subtly shifting my weight and occasionally recrossing my legs to keep him distracted. Did I lean forward to get additional papers out of my briefcase? Of course I did and in the process I gave him a look down my blouse. I could tell I had him a little flustered.

The meeting was going perfect as far as I was concerned until there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Mr. Hendrick called out and his assistant came through the door.

"Sir, it's 5:15. The office has pretty much emptied out for the weekend. Do you need me anymore today?" she asked. I noticed she didn't seem quite as confident as she had been with me. I stored that bit of information into my memory bank.

"Go ahead and take off, Cindy," he replied. "Have a good weekend and I'll see you Monday."

We both watched as the young girl turned and left once again shutting the door. Mr. Hendrick now took charge of the meeting.

"So Sandra," he began. "Enough chit chat. You know my lawyers will tear your client apart and I can afford to bankrupt her with legal bills. But I'm a nice guy and I don't relish the thought of the bad publicity. So exactly what kind of settlement are you looking for?"

I was a little taken back by his shift in tone, but I didn't show it. Now was where I would earn my fee. "Well, Mr. Hendrick," I began. Now was the time to be formal so using his first name was out. "My client suffered emotional distress due to your actions and deserves compensation."

"You're client is a slut who begged me to fuck her," he interrupted. "She didn't tell you that part did she?"

No, she had left that part out, but I couldn't let him know I didn't have the whole story. "My client's past is not on trial here, Mr. Hendrick. I know I can establish a pattern of behavior on your part..."

He cut me off again with the wave of his hand. "Your client blew me during her first interview after I told her I had other applicants with better resumes than she did."

That one stung. It would be tough to prove a case against him when his lawyers brought that information out. Even if it wasn't true, which I assumed it was not, it would be toxic to the jury. I was already on thin ice since my investigators had not come up with too much during their research. Apparently Mr. Hendrick was skilled at keeping his private life private. I could feel my case slipping away. Mr. Hendrick stood up. I remained seated. He walked over to his desk and picked up a framed picture. He began walking back to the couch holding it out. 

"This is my wife, Rebecca. She's my second wife. My first wife left me after I was accused of having an affair."

He set the frame on the table in front of me. I decided against bending over to pick it up. Suddenly my attire didn't seem so appropriate. He continued talking as he walked behind the couch I was sitting on.

"Take a good look at her."

She was gorgeous. She was much younger than him. If she wasn't a model she could be. I would say he definitely went for trophy wife the second time around.

"Rebecca is a former lingerie model and has a very high sex drive."

He was right behind me now. I was staring at the picture. She was mesmerizing. I could feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck.

"Now you come in here trying to extort money from me and break up my second marriage."

"No it's not like that," I began to reply. But I felt his hands began to rub my neck. I was more than a little conflicted. I'd played the part of temptress and now a handsome man was calling my bluff. It had been a long time since someone had touched me that way and even though it went against every instinct I had as a lawyer I felt my body giving in to his touch. He was speaking softer now.

"You come into my office flashing those luscious legs. Then you sit down showing me your creamy thighs."

I felt his hand move down to my blouse and begin to unbutton it. I was frozen to the couch. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak and I was having trouble breathing.

"You bent over to flaunt these velvety boobs."

He was cupping my breasts through my bra now. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I knew it was wrong but I could feel myself giving in to him. After this I'd have to give up the case and as a practical matter my client would have difficulty finding another lawyer when word got around. Of course my reputation would be shot. I was resigned to my fate as my body betrayed me. I let out a moan. He reached into my bra a pinched my left nipple.

"I can sense when a woman needs a strong man, Sandra. I know how to take care of you. You may get up and leave now and we will negotiate a settlement next week. Or you can stay..." he said.

My mind was conflicted. Obviously my body wanted what he was selling. He had a confident swagger that was intoxicating. Never before had a man just reached out and started fondling my body. But my brain knew this decision was fraught with danger. He had already compromised me as far as this case was concerned. If I let him have me, who knows what other peril I was putting my career into. He continued to tweak my left nipple while his right hand found its way under my bra. I threw my head back and moaned again. He then pulled my breasts free of their confines until they were hanging obscenely in front of me like a wanton whore begging for attention.

"I will stay..." I whispered.

It was as if that was what he was waiting for. Quick as a shot he released my breasts and grabbed my wrists. He pulled me hard. I was forced to stand and twist to face him. He pulled me across the back of the couch.

"Do you always try to seduce your client's adversaries? You're as naughty as she was."

I was in shock as I was positioned me on my knees leaning on the back of the couch with my arms pulled in front of me. He pushed my arms down behind the couch and pinned them there with his body. My head was in his crotch and I could feel a very hard dick straining to get free. I felt his hand pull up my skirt revealing my panty covered ass. I struggled a little, but not too hard. I was overcome by a feeling of excitement to his game. Was this what he had done to my client as well?

The next thing I felt was the sting of his palm against my ass. He contacted the top of my right cheek. From his position he couldn't reach any lower. I yelped but the sound was muffled by his pants.

"You've been teasing me for 45 minutes," he hissed. "Where I come from we know how to handle a tease and you're one of the worst I've ever seen." 

He punctuated each word with another slap to my butt.

"Do you know why women tease?" he asked. I was in no position to answer. Tears were running down my face ruining my perfect make-up, but my pussy was on fire. I prayed he wouldn't notice.

"It's because they are really sluts who was a hard, fast fucking but they are too shy to ask." 

I wasn't a slut, but I had to admit a hard, fast fucking sounded very good right then. I twisted my head back and forth against the bulge in his pants. I could tell he had a very large cock. All the emotions of being lonely since my divorce were flowing through me. This was so wrong but it was so right. I needed him at that moment and I knew he was more than capable of pleasing me. I opened my mouth and tried to suck his cock through his pants. Of course he noticed immediately.

"Ah, coming around to your place in life I see," he commented. I didn't understand what he meant. I didn't really care either.

"OK, you can suck my cock if you want."

I expected him to step back, and he did, but he also grabbed my wrists again pulling me over the couch. I had to jump up as I leapt over the couch. He pulled me over near the door and then pushed me to the floor. I landed on my butt and sat looking up at him as he removed his belt. I expected him to drop his pants but he didn't. Instead he made a loop with his belt and held it in front of me.

"Wrists crossed and through the belt," he command. 

Things were moving way too fast. While I was ready to suck his cock I wasn't about to let him bind my wrists. Again his confident swagger took over.

"We're going to play this game my way or we're not going to play," he said while I was looking up at him. I watched intently as he unzipped his pants and a very large and very erect cock sprung free. It was larger than my vibrator and like a Pavlovian dog my mouth started watering. I wanted that cock inside of me. It had been too long since I had been relegated to servicing myself. He held the belt with one hand and began to slowly stroke his cock with the other. It was right at my eye level and I was mesmerized watching him preparing it for me. I tried to lean forward to take him in my mouth but he backed away lowering the belt into my field of view. My lust for his cock won out over the logic in my brain. 

I slid my hands through the loop and he tightened it. He then looped the other end over a coat rack next to the door. As he pulled on the belt my arms rose above my head. He continued pulling and gave me a little tap with his foot indicating I should slide closer to the rack. He then tied the belt. I was left panting with my tits popping out of my blouse, my pussy leaking juice and my mouth expecting to soon taste his cock. He did not disappoint.

He wasn't subtle and he wasn't waiting for me to pleasure him. He was taking what he wanted. I was drooling saliva uncontrollably over my lips. I could feel it running down my chin and then dripping onto my breasts. I was making gurgling noises and trying not to gag. His cock seemed to be both longer and wider than I'd had before, although I had not had a good look at it. My eyes mainly saw the bottom of his tight abs and a thick patch of pubic hair. I wanted to offer him my pussy. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel is cum deep inside me. But I was in no position to make any demands.

He continued to use my mouth as he pleased. I continued to fall under his spell. If my hands were free I would have frigged my pussy until I came. As it was, I could feel the first pangs of orgasm without even being touched. The sudden turn of events and my being treated as a purely sexual object had me turned on more than I ever remember. Suddenly he began to pull his cock from my mouth. Although my heart was screaming "Goody, he's going to fuck me!" I nonetheless leaned my head forward and tried to capture the tip of his cock again as it moved past my lips. I'm sure my face was a mess. My spit continued to run down my chin and tears of happiness had streaked my makeup. I looked up at him waiting for instructions.

"I know you better than you know yourself," he began. "Monday morning I will offer you a settlement for the case. It will be your only opportunity to accept it. Trust me, you don't want to go to trial and have to explain your negotiation tactics. It will be a fair offer for both you and your client so I suggest you take it."

I nodded. Obviously this could never go to trial. My career as a lawyer would be over. But the case was the least of my concerns at that moment. My pussy was on fire and it needed to be quenched.


Sandra's New Client Ch. 01



"Please fuck me," I pleaded.

"Oh, is that what you want?" he taunted me. "Don't you care about your client?"

"Screw her," I said. "I need your cock."

I watched as he began to loosen the belt holding my arms above my head. Finally I was going to get what I needed. Once I was free I rubbed my wrists to get some circulation flowing in them. Then I rubbed my clit to keep the circulation going. He seemed pleased to watch me masturbate. I was acting like a dirty slut and I loved it. He led me over to his desk and had me sit up on it.

"Keep playing with your pussy," he commanded. "I need to get you something. Stay on the desk and spread your legs so I can get a good view."

He began walking toward the door. I did what he asked. I sat on his desk with my legs spread as wide as I could given the lack of support for them. I was furiously rubbing my clit. I needed an orgasm and I didn't want to miss this opportunity. My blouse was open although it gave a little bit of cover to my breasts. He paused at the door and turned to look at me. I'm sure my facial expression was one of pure lust. I lifted my left hand up and scooped my breast out of my blouse to tease him. My nipples were rock hard and begging silently to be sucked. My action didn't have quite the response I had hoped to receive. He opened the door and left his office. Not only did he leave, but he left the door wide open. Immediately I pulled my blouse closed and put my hand in front of my pussy.

"Don't worry Sandra, there is nobody here," he called out as I saw him walk behind his assistant's desk. "Keep playing with yourself. It amuses me."

I wasn't doing this to amuse him. In fact I was furious at him for saying that. However I was doing a fine job of amusing myself and was very close to cumming. "Fuck it," I thought. "Who cares at this point if somebody sees me? I need to cum."

I went back to pleasing myself. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly. Still I was interested in what Mr. Hendrick was doing. How could he just leave a nearly naked woman who had just sucked his cock alone? I watched as he opened a file cabinet drawer behind his assistant's desk. I had not noticed it when I arrived but her desk faced his office door and was a modern glass top desk with thin metal legs. From my angle, it was like it wasn't even there.

I was panting right on the precipice of a major explosion when I spotted what he was looking for. He turned back to face me and in his hand was a silver bullet vibrator. The light above his assistant's desk hit the toy and it reflected back the promise of pleasure. I felt my pussy clamp down on my finger almost cumming right then. I fought the urge. I wanted that vibrator to finish the job properly. I watched impatiently as he walked back into his office. Again he left the door open. This time I didn't care. He handed me the vibrator and after I took it he tucked his semi-hard cock back into his pants and zipped up.

"I need to call my wife," he said. "Do try to be quiet."

Damn him, I thought. I should scream my fool head off. But I didn't. I was silently praising him for bringing me the toy. I turned it on and slid it into my pussy. I fucked myself while he talked to his wife. I heard him say "I'll be home in a little while. I'm just finishing up some work. Yeah, looking forward to seeing you and them. I'll call you from the car. Love you. Bye."

The delay and attempt to stay quiet had pushed me right to the brink of detonation. As soon as the phone clicked down he told me I could cum and let me tell you, I did. I exploded screaming obscenities and squirting juices from my pussy. I'd never cum so hard and I knew I'd been exposed to something I would have to have again. I lay back onto his desk. His face was upside down to my point of view but I could tell he was smiling. Did he give my client the same treatment he just gave me? I was still quaking in orgasm while I started to think about where we went from here.

He didn't say a word. He slid his belt back through the waistband of his pants as if having a woman masturbate on his desk was an everyday occurrence. Maybe it was. I certainly wasn't planning on making this a recurring event; although I seemed to remember him saying he'll have a settlement for me on Monday. I suppose that means I would have to come back.

I sat back up and tried to get my wits about me. I started to smooth out my skirt and button my blouse but one look from him made me stop. Instead he now had me slide my skirt off and hand it to him. He neatly folded it and laid it across the back of the couch I had been sitting on. He then walked over and casually removed my blouse. It quickly joined my skirt. I was confused. He returned again this time for my bra and panties. 

My clothes were neatly piled on the couch. "Finally he is going to fuck me," I thought, but no such luck. He then walked to a closet and pulled out a three quarter length coat which he handed to me. So far he had not said a word but his actions made it clear he intended that I should wear the coat home. In my aroused state that seemed like a fine idea. 

He picked up his phone and dialed a number. Apparently he was calling his driver because he said there would be two for transport. He then picked up my purse and took out my wallet and keys. He set my purse on the couch and told me it was time to go. His voice left me no doubt what was expected of me. My drooling pussy left me no option but to follow. I still wanted his cock inside of me and if playing this little game was what it took, then so be it. I slipped on the coat and followed him like an obedient puppy.

I was blessed that nobody was in the elevator or lobby. I guess this building empties pretty quickly on Friday afternoon. In front of the building was a black limousine. The driver was waiting for us and opened the door. I could feel his eyes on me as I slipped past and into the back seat. My Hendrick joined me. He opened my wallet and took out my driver's license. He gave the driver my address. Now he knew where I lived. He then told me to open the coat. I didn't hesitate. I didn't know if the driver could see me but I was too deep into this game and too far gone into my arousal zone to care. When Mr. Hendrick unzipped his pants again I didn't wait for instructions. I fished out his cock and took him into my mouth for the second time. This time he was content to allow me to control the action. It was the sweeter loving blowjobs like I'd given my lovers before. But somehow it wasn't as satisfying as when he took my mouth in his office. As I told you before, I've never been a fan of sucking cock, but he didn't seem too enthused either and that was not a reaction I was accustomed to getting.

I redoubled my efforts and really worked his cock over with both my mouth and my hand. His cock was rock solid, but no words of encouragement or even sounds of pleasure were coming from his mouth. How could he possibly have that much self control? At first I expected him to fuck me in front of his driver once I got him hard. But now I was focused entirely on making him cum. I wanted to show him that I was worthy and that I was in control. But by the time we arrived at my townhome he was once again tucking his cock back into his pants and I was once again left unfulfilled. He was still holding my keys. I wondered what else he would demand of me before giving me what I really wanted and needed.

"You still want to get fucked, Sandra?" he asked.

I made sure he understood in no uncertain terms exactly where I wanted his cock.

"That's nice to hear. But you have not earned my cock yet. I want to explore your home for a few minutes. You can fuck my driver, Jeffery."

"I don't think so," I said finally finding my voice.

Mr. Hendrick chuckled and pushed two fingers into my simmering pussy.

"I know you need cock right now. My driver is more than capable of giving you a good ride. So you can either stay here, get fucked and not worry about me going into your house or you can walk inside and we will leave."

And with that he opened the door and got out without giving me a chance to answer. I suppose he already knew what I would say. I watched as Jeffery opened the trunk and helped Mr. Hendrick pull out a bag. The trunk was then shut and Jon walked away toward my front door. As I watched the door to the back of the limo opened and Jeffery got in.

"You're new," he commented.

I nodded.

"Normally I don't have to worry when Mr. Hendrick offers me one of his women whether they are into the scene. But since you're new, I'll leave you alone if you want."

That was a nice gesture, but I really didn't care whose cock I got right then. I'd rather it was Jon's as I knew it was big and would be able to satisfy me. But if Jeffrey was all that was available, he would have to do. I reached out to his zipper to show just how OK it was. The fact that a man I had just met was alone in my house was soon forgotten as Jeffery's cock sprang into view. He was clearly excited and after a couple of quick tugs with my hand he was ready for me. I felt the need to have some semblance of control back so I mounted him. His thick cock slid into my wet pussy in one stroke. I didn't waste time since I didn't know how long we had. I began riding him like a woman possessed as I ground my pussy up and down his pole. 

I don't know how long we fucked in the back of the car. I came pretty quick the first time and managed a smaller second orgasm before he squirted his load. Not long after the door opened again. I hastily pulled on the coat as Mr. Hendrick indicated I should exit the car. He walked me to my door like a gentleman. There were so many things wrong with that statement I don't know where to begin but that was how I felt at that moment. He handed me my keys and told me to be in his office at 9am sharp Monday morning to receive his offer. He opened my front door and then with practiced ease removed his coat from my naked body. With that he walked back to the car and they drove away. I stood on my stoop and watched them drive away. Had I been thinking clearly I would have realized I was flashing the entire world but my focus was entirely on him and what Monday would bring. As they disappeared from view I walked into my townhouse and collapsed on my couch until I finally summoned up the strength to walk around and try to figure out what Mr. Hendrick was up to.

Surprisingly I didn't find anything out of place. It didn't look like he had moved anything. I knew he had a reason for coming inside but I couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe I was just too tired and worn out to notice. I decided to take a shower and go to bed early.

All night I had the most wonderful erotic dreams. The star was always Mr. Hendrick directing me in kinky situation after kinky situation. I woke up aroused and wondering if I should contact him. I decided a session with my vibrator was a better choice. I didn't cum nearly as hard as I had with Jeffrey, but any orgasm is better than none so I can't call the interlude a failure. Refreshed from sleep and sex, I walked through my townhome again trying to figure out what he had done.

I ended up in my home office and decided to send him an email. I only had his work phone number so I couldn't call him, but I assumed he had a Blackberry so he might get the email quickly. I sat down at my desk and booted up my computer. Then I saw it. It was hiding in plain sight and I had missed it last night. There was a webcam on the top of my monitor. I never had one before. He must have put it there.

This shocked me. I opened my desk drawer to grab a piece of scrap paper to jot down some notes when I made another discovery. This one made me feel violated. Or at least that I was going to be .

In my desk drawer was three items. A large rabbit vibrator was first. I'd seen one online before but never had the courage to order one. This one had ball bearings inside and when I turned it on it twisted and shook about twice as powerfully as my regular vibrator. I must admit I was curious as to what it would feel like. The second item I'd also seen online but never ordered. It was a small, chrome vibrating egg. I'd been tempted to buy one before but I had always made an excuse not to. The third item was a set of chrome handcuffs. I looked around in the drawer but I couldn't find a key.

He obviously had a plan to use all three items with me, but just what did he have in mind and when did he plan to do it? More importantly, should I let him? I was pondering these questions as my computer finished booting. Once done I jumped over to Gmail to send him a message and get more details to his dastardly plan before I agreed to participate.

I found there was already a message waiting from him. It was from last night.

"I enjoyed our game tonight Sandra. I'm sure you did to if my driver is to be believed. Saturday log in at 8pm. I will call you then."

It was a simple message and not open to much interpretation. I now had 9 hours to decide if I was going to keep playing his game. The day was full of torment. I wanted to try the rabbit and I wanted to try the egg. I still had not found the key to the handcuffs so they stayed in the drawer. I resisted using his toys although I must admit I used my own vibrator three times that afternoon. Mr. Hendrick had permeated my conscious mind. I made the decision to play his game one more time tonight. I was sitting at my desk logged into Gmail when the phone rang at 8pm sharp.

"Good evening Sandra," the deep resonant voice on the phone said. "Are you ready for a new adventure?"

I recognized the voice immediately and felt a twinge of excitement in my pussy. Of course I knew I should tell him no and tell him I expected him to deliver his counter offer to my office instead of going back to his, but I didn't. I felt skittish like a school girl caught doing something naughty.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

My arousal was starting to build. He told me how to start a video chat session with him. He was sitting at his desk in what I assumed was his home office. I wondered where he wife was and if she approved.

He asked if I had found the toys in the drawer and I admitted that I had. He asked if I had tried them yet and I told him no. The expression on his face showed he did not believe me but let the question drop.

"Go shower and make yourself presentable. I want you to pick your best lingerie. Pick what makes you feel the sexiest. Don't forget to wear high heels. Do your hair and make-up. Don't disappoint me and be back here in half an hour."

I was stunned. He had just told me how to dress like he expected me to do it. He also obviously expected me to use the vibrator and egg on the webcam. I wondered if anybody else on his end was watching. I didn't move right away. 

"29 minutes left Sandra. Get moving. I'll call you back when I see you again," he said and the phone went dead. He also stood up and walked out of his camera's view. I was left to think about his commands and stare at the leather chair in his office. I waited about another two minutes trying to summon up enough courage to play his game. Then I sprinted back to my master bathroom.

25 minutes for me to get ready really wasn't enough so I had to rush. In the end I was pleased with my look and I'm sure he would be too. I chose a black merry-widow with matching black stay up stockings, see-though black panties and black pumps. I teased my hair and ratted it out. I was going for a sultry look and I think I succeeded.

I made my way back to my desk. The video link was still open but he wasn't there. My heart sank a little bit. Was this all a joke? I looked at the clock and discovered I still had a couple of minutes. Right on time he appeared. I could see him dialing a phone and shortly after my phone rang. There was no greeting or idle chit chat.

"I see you followed my instruction. Stand up and turn around so I can get a good look at my new property."

Again my body was ahead of my mind in enjoying this treatment. I guess my brain had not grasped how exciting being submissive to this strong man was to my flesh. I stood and did a pirouette.

"Very nice," he said. "Now go to the kitchen. In the freezer you will find a glass. You will know which one. Bring it back to your desk."

With great anticipation I walked to the kitchen. I opened the freezer. He was right. There was no doubt which glass he was referring to. Next to the ice tray was a highball glass. Across the top was a thin piece of balsa wood. Hanging off the wood was a string extending into the ice block held by the glass. In the middle of the ice was a handcuff key. Want to bet which set of cuffs it opened?

Every step I took back to my desk increased my arousal. I was slick with anticipation by the time I returned holding the glass.

"Are you ready Sandra?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I replied. I had not intended to call him sir. It just slipped out. I saw him smile.

"I want you to turn on the egg and slid it into your pussy. I have no doubt you are wet enough."

It was humiliating for him to know me so well and to be following such an intimate order while he watched. But I did it without delay.

"Those panties don't look like they are good for much, but they will hold that egg in," he said boastfully. "Put the phone down and turn on the speakerphone on your desk."

I did as he asked. I knew he wanted my hands cuffed and the speakerphone would allow him to talk to me when I was restrained. Again my level of excitement built. As I expected I was soon sitting in my chair with my hands cuffed behind my back. The glass of ice was sitting on my desk where I could only watch it. Sitting next to it was the rabbit vibrator, again where I could look at it and think about how it would feel inside of me and against my clit but where it would do me no good. The key was in a thick block of ice which would take hours to melt. The egg was happily buzzing away inside of me but I doubted it was strong enough to get me off. This was going to be a long frustrating morning. 

"Now we are ready to begin," he said.

Now we are going to begin? I began 45 minutes ago, I laughed to myself.

"I'm going to stream some video to your screen," he continued. "I can see you but you will not see me. When the ice melts you may remove the cuffs and use the rabbit. Have fun."

I heard his phone click on mute, but the line was still open. I guess he wanted to hear me but didn't want me to hear him. Again I wondered if he was alone. I had the distinct feeling his someone, perhaps his wife, was with him and they were fucking while they watch me teased to the breaking point.

Whether that was what was happening on his end or not didn't matter for long. Soon the egg in my pussy had me climbing the walls. The video filling my screen wasn't helping. The images started with an older woman who looked a lot like me bent over the knee of a man and being spanked. Soon a younger woman in leather arrived and the woman was forced to her knees to lick her pussy. I was squeezing my legs together and rubbing them up and down trying to get that damn egg to give me enough friction to climax. But that only served to drive me crazier.

The man on the screen was now drilling the woman from behind. I recognized the look on her face as she was getting just what I craved last night. I looked at the ice block. There was hardly any liquid water on the top. How was I going to make it through this?

I continued to watch the movie. After the man came pulling out and spraying his seed all over the woman's backside, the other woman flipped her onto her back on the floor and then sat down on her face. She ground her pussy on the woman's mouth forcing her to service her until she came.

The entire time I pictured myself as the woman in the video submitting to their lustful actions. I'm sure that was the point. The man obviously represented Mr. Hendrick and I assumed the woman was meant to symbolize his wife. I was so close to coming as all three participants in the video had but I couldn't quite get over the edge. The video now switched to text. What followed was a series of instructions telling me how I should act in Mr. Hendrick's presence. 




Sandra's New Client Ch. 01



1) When we are alone I was to always address him as Master.

2) I was to obey all commands without hesitation.

3) I was to never wear panties unless directed.

4) I was to make sure my pussy was always wet and ready for him.

5) To accomplish that task I was to masturbate as often as necessary.

6) I was to only cum when given permission.

7) He would share me with whomever he chose.

8) When he shared me I was expected to service his friends as faithfully as I served him.

9) Whenever he came to my house I was to meet him at the door on my knees.

10) When he entered my head was to be bowed.

11) My first task before saying hello was to suck his cock.

12) He would choose whether to cum in my mouth, on my face, my breasts or to fuck me.

13) There would be other rules to learn as we went along.

I sat in stunned silence reading the list. When it finished another video began. This one had the woman meant to be me bound to a bed and being fucked by the younger woman wearing a strap-on. It shouldn't have turned me on like it did but I have to admit I would do anything to trade places with her right then.

This cycle continued. After about 20 minutes of hard core dominance and submission porn the thirteen rules would scroll by. I was being driven crazy by the egg and by watching the ice slowly melt. I could tell it would be a couple of hours until the key was free and I wondered if the batteries in the egg would die before I could free myself.

As you can imagine I was soon desperate for an orgasm even though rule six expressly forbid me from climaxing. I was moaning and shaking in need. I'd forgotten he could hear me through the speaker phone and see me on the webcam. If he was watching I'm sure he was enjoying himself. Finally I reached the breaking point and had to find relief. The ice was maybe half melted at this point. 

My first attempt to climax involved rubbing my pussy against the edge of the table. I hoped I was far enough to the side that the webcam wouldn't pick up what I was doing as I tried to grind my clit against the corner of the top. But unfortunately the height wasn't quite right to get the stimulation I needed.

I looked around the room for something else to rub against. Unfortunately the next best option was the hard wood back of my chair. It took some maneuvering to straddle the top of the chair and I knew this time I was on full display to the webcam lens. The contact was better and more satisfying, but regrettably too unstable. I kept worrying I'd fall over and possibly hit my head on the desk. How embarrassing would that be to break my neck and be found dressed sexy in handcuffs with a dead egg in my pussy? I quickly gave up on this plan.

Finally I sat backwards on my desk and worked to grab the rabbit. Once I had it turning it on was easy. But with my hands cuffed behind my back holding it on my clit was not possible. I did manage to work the tip into my pussy from behind by pushing the elastic band of my panties to the side but I needed it on my clit. I made the decision to leave my home office.

I decided my best bet was to put the vibe vertically between the couch cushions. I was surprised how easily I accomplished this task. Standing back up and looking at the buzzing cylinder standing straight up I could feel both my mouth and pussy drooling. I wanted to mount the toy but I knew there was not enough support on the base to hold it. The only thing I could do was kneel carefully behind it and try to thrill my clit without pushing it over. I think this was more frustrating than just watching the movie with the egg teasing my pussy. The rabbit tantalized my clit but it was a struggle to keep it in on target without knocking it over. 

Eventually, thankfully, I found just the right position and quickly had a thunderous orgasm. As soon as I was engulfed with my climax I fell over on the couch losing contact with the vibe. But by that point it didn't matter and I lay on the couch quivering and moaning for several minutes.

When I recovered enough to have my wits about me I rolled off the couch and managed to retrieve the rabbit. It was slick with the juices which has seeped through my panties. I walked back to my office on wobbly legs. The video was still playing. I dropped the vibe back on the table and sat down. The ice was almost melted to the key. Soon I would be free.

The next set of instructions was different from the first thirteen but in truth my mind was so scrambled at that point I wasn't paying attention. I was laser focused on the key and even though I had just cum, I was ready to give myself a proper screwing with the rabbit.

At last the key was free and I was able to sit backwards on my desk again and grab the piece of wood holding the string and my salvation. Unlocking the cuffs proved to be more difficult as I'd never done that before. In fact I dropped the key once onto the floor and had to struggle to retrieve it. By the time I had one wrist free I heard the phone clicking off mute and the screen was once again showing Mr. Hendrick in his office.

"You disappointed me Sandra," he said.

I looked at the clock. We'd been playing this game for three and a half hours. What more did he expect of me.

"I should tell you since you already used the rabbit your punishment is no more orgasms this weekend. But I'm feeling generous so I'm just going to spank you for your transgressions on Monday morning." I didn't know how to react.

"Thank you, master," was all that came to mind.

He told me to pull off my panties and take out the egg. It was still weakly buzzing but its ability to please had long since expired. I pulled it out. It glistened in the light and I placed it on my desk. I then looked back at the screen for my next instruction.

"Take the rabbit," he said. "Goody," I thought.

"Prop your feet up on the desk and fuck yourself. Let me hear you. Put on a good show."

I keyed on the word show. Somebody else had to be watching. I imagined his wife kneeling between his legs blowing him while I fucked myself for his pleasure. I pistoned the rabbit in and out of my pussy. I didn't need a command to be vocal. I was loud and there was no way I could have been quiet. I watched the screen and he was intently watching me. Giving a performance to a virtual audience was very exciting and soon I was cumming again. Later I would play back the morning in my mind and feel humiliated and used. But in that moment the only thing that mattered was my climax and pleasing him.

His final comment was I had climaxed twice without permission and would be punished. He told me to be in his office at 9am Monday and to dress "professionally. With that the phone line disconnected and the video link went dark. What had I gotten myself into?

I spent the rest of the weekend alternatively thinking I was going to walk into Mr. Hendrick's office and tell him off and masturbating thinking about how excited he made me. Sunday I must have cum five times thinking about him. I figured I was already going to be punished for orgasming without permission so I should get in as many as I could. I was starting to feel out of control. Monday morning I was back at his office right on-time. I wore a business suite with a proper white blouse, a bra and conservative heeled shoes. I also had panties on but while sitting in the parking lot I threw caution to the wind and took them off. Mr. Hendrick's admin had me wait again in the outer office. This time as I studied her I saw her in a new light. I assumed she didn't have any panties on and was flashing her boss. I also knew there was a vibrator in her desk drawer. I wondered how often she had to put on a show for him like I had done on Saturday. A few minutes after 9, I was ushered into the office. The admin left us and shut the door. I guess I wasn't going to see if she had panties on. Mr. Hendrick was all smiles.

"I'm glad you decided to come back, Sandra. You made the right choice."

"Let's get one thing absolutely straight, Mr. Hendrick. I'm here to pick up your offer to my client and then we will negotiate just like you are any other defendant. What happened Friday and Saturday was a mistake that will not be repeated," I told him directly. I tried to sound convincing. Actually I was trying to convince myself. But my panty-less pussy was already starting to moisten.

"Here is what I have in mind," he said handing me two envelopes. The first was addressed to my client. Inside was a check for $25,000. I considered that amount to be an insult. Also in the envelope was a letter detailing a non-disclosure agreement which would prevent my client from speaking about the settlement or the facts surrounding the case. While this is fairly typical, I usually demand a premium for having a client accept those terms. Certainly I would expect the settlement to increase by a factor of four before I could recommend she take the deal. I put the paper and the check back in the envelope and tossed it back on his desk. As my eyes followed it as it slid across the desk I had a flashback to my ass sitting on that same spot.

"No. That isn't even close," I replied.

"You might be surprised what your client is willing to accept. Especially if you sell it as a good settlement."

"But it's not a good settlement. You know it and I know it. The non-disclosure is worth that much."

He chuckled and agreed with me. "Open your envelope."

My hands were shaking. I figured this one was full of pictures of me that he would use to blackmail me. Surprisingly there was another $25,000 check. This one was made out to my firm.

"I took the liberty of calling the managing partner of your firm this morning. We were in the same fraternity in college. I told him I was very impressed by the way you were handling this case, even though we are not on the same side. That check is a retainer for your services. I told him I want you assigned personally to our account. I also told him I expected you to bill at least twice that amount in the coming year. He is very proud of you and wants to see you in his office after lunch. I think our arrangement can be very good for your career."

I was stunned. It was as if he was purchasing me, at least professionally. The $25,000 was the equivalent of about 200 billable hours. 200 hours for Mr. Hendrick to do whatever he wanted to do with me. Whatever he wanted to do to me. With another $50,000 after that to the firm in billing on the line there was no way I could speak poorly of my new best client. I realized that with 600 hours in the bank, so to speak, I'd be essentially living at Hendrick and Weinburg for the next year. Given that my boss was an old friend of his I'm sure he would side with Mr. Hendrick against me if I tried to bring any misconduct charges against him. This time instead of flashing back to my ass on his desk I flashed back to the instructions he gave me on Saturday that he would share me with his friends. Was he speaking of my boss? I felt trapped.

"Let me explain some things to you Sandra. I love my wife. Like her I have a very high sex drive. Right now my assistant helps me out during the day and my wife and I make love almost every night. But it's not enough."

"You're a sexaholic," I thought to myself.

"While you are on retainer to this firm I expect that we will have meetings several times per week. During those meetings you will be expected to perform certain tasks of a sexual nature. From what I saw on the webcam you love being told what to do so this shouldn't be a problem for you."

This situation was spiraling out of control. I didn't want to be his call girl, bought and paid for through my company.

"As I recall you came without permission twice on Saturday. I'm sure you probably did on Sunday too."

I blushed because he already knew me better than any man ever had before.

"And as I recall I promised that you would be punished for your transgressions."

I did remember that. I suppose it was decision time.

"Undress and lay across my lap," he commanded. His tone was calm, but firm. I stalled. His phone rang. Saved by the bell. He answered. It was his admin. Something about an important call. He told her to put it through and to then open the door.

His phone rang again and he picked it up. I turned my head to look at his door and it opened quickly. His admin opened the door all the way so it would stay open and then returned to her desk. When she sat down she spread her legs instead of crossing them. I could clearly see that he wasn't lying that she didn't wear panties. She also shaved her pussy bare. I looked back up at her in surprise that he had not been lying to me. She was smiling and then went back to work. I turned to look back at Mr. Hendrick and he winked at me.

The call lasted a few minutes. After it was done Mr. Hendrick hung up and then he asked me why I still had my clothes on. I stammered something about the door being open. He responded like he had not thought of that but I know he was in control of every moment of our encounter. He looked up at his admin and waved to her. "Can you come in here, Cindy, he said. I watched as she grabbed a pad of paper and walked into the office.

"Shut the door please. This is private business." 

She did and I realized he intended to spank me in front of her.

"Now Sandra. Making me wait will only make things worse."

I looked at Cindy and she was giving me the same smile she did when she flashed me her pussy. I stood up and began to undress. I think Cindy was taking pleasure in not being the only woman submitting to Mr. Hendrick this day. He got up and walked over to the couch. He then signaled me to lie across his lap. I'd never been spanked as an adult, not counting last Friday in this office. But this was the first time I'd willfully placed myself on someone's lap for the task. The first contact of his palm with my flesh shocked me as pain rocketed through my butt and up my spine. That spank was soon joined by another on my other buttock. Then a third. I was kicking my legs but trying not to cry out so others in the office would hear. I forgot Cindy was even in the room as my focus was entirely on my burning ass and the heat now spreading into my pussy. Like the other encounters I had with Mr. Hendrick over the last couple of days my body was responding before my brain could understand. How could this be turning me on?

I was submissively draped across his lap while another woman watched him spank me and my pussy was getting wet. This was not right. Satisfied that he had turned my ass the proper color I felt him slide a finger into my pussy to confirm what I'm sure he already knew. He started wiggling his finger around.

"So Sandra do you want to accept me as your new client? It will involve long hours and hard work but the rewards are top notch?"

His voice sounded more like a taunt and I couldn't find my voice.

"Say yes and I'll have Cindy eat you to orgasm. She's very good."

I was humping his lap rubbing my clit on his thigh while he continued to finger my pussy. I was getting close.

"You know I'm not going to let you cum if you don't agree with my terms," he said pulling his finger from my steaming slit. I groaned in frustration.

"Just say the words and you'll soon enjoy more pleasure than you ever thought was possible."

Suddenly a felt three more hard slaps on my ass.

"I'm waiting Sandra. Say the words."

He pushed two fingers into my pussy and I blurted out "Yes. Yes master I will serve you."

He pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy very rapidly. I felt a quick moving orgasm begin to build, but he stopped again. He told me to stand up, which I did. He then stood and gestured to Cindy.

"Sit back down Sandra. Cindy will pleasure you."

I'd never been with another woman but I was too far gone to care at that moment. The lovely young Cindy crawled between my legs and began to nibble at my clit. Instinctively I grabbed the back of her head. I didn't know the correct protocol but I wasn't about to let her go. Soon I was moaning in pleasure as her tongue alternated between lashing against my clit and licking the length of my slit. Mr. Hendrick meanwhile flipped up Cindy's skirt and took her from behind. Once again I was left to only dream about having his marvelous cock inside me, although her talented tongue was working a number on me. I knew I wouldn't last long. Cindy seemed to be in the same arousal state I was from the pistoning she was receiving. When I finally came she was right behind me. I assumed having two beautiful women climax simultaneously in front of him would set Mr. Hendrick off and I was correct. He pulled out of Cindy and I expected him to give us a porn star pop shot but instead he moved next to the couch and pushed his cock into my mouth. 

I was instructed to clean Cindy's cum from his cock. That was the first time I'd ever tasted another woman. Her flavor was quickly replaced by volley after volley of salty man goo as Mr. Hendrick came in my mouth. After our early morning escapade my doubts about this relationship had pretty much faded from consciousness.

After a few minutes Mr. Hendrick told me to hand my house key over to Cindy and he instructed her to go have a duplicate made. Obviously he wanted access to my house to hide me from his wife. I handed her the key. She smoothed out her clothes and left the office. I was still naked and waiting for my next command. I was a bit surprised when he told me to get dressed again. 

"You'll have to man Cindy's desk until she gets back."

I didn't understand why he would want me to answer his phone. I could have gone to get the key and let Cindy continue doing her job. When I sat down at her desk I remembered why it was positioned the way it was and due to my lack of panties understood why he wanted me there. I hoped this wasn't a precursor to him expecting me to do this often, but I did get a naughty thrill exposing my pussy to his gaze. Fortunately I only had to screen two calls before she got back. She seemed a little miffed that I was sitting at her desk. I wonder if she knew I had used her vibrator last week. Women can be a little touchy about things like that.

I took the bag from the hardware store from Cindy. She told me she had a copy made for herself too and hoped I didn't mind. She asked me not to tell him as he would not approve. I thought for a moment. I didn't like giving out keys to my place, but I would definitely like her mouth on my pussy again so I didn't object. After giving Mr. Hendrick his copy, he told me to deliver his settlement to my client and not to forget my meeting with the managing partner at 1pm. He then dismissed me without a thank you or any recognition that we had just had sex in his office.

As I would later learn our arrangement was not about having a relationship. It was just about sex and pleasure. Well sex and pleasure with bondage and pain thrown in, but it was definitely not about friendship.

I walked out of the office and over to Cindy's desk. She too didn't seem too chatty as she was clearly settling in to do the work she skipped to participate in our illicit rendezvous. I left her to it and went to see my client.

She wasn't thrilled with just $25,000, but I convinced her if she went to trial it would be traumatic and after the additional costs she probably would end up with less. That was a lie of course but I couldn't tell her I was having sex with the plaintiff. In the end she thanked me for getting at least that much and I headed to my office.

The drive over was uneventful but once I was sitting in my car in the parking lot my mind began to race thinking about how Mr. Hendrick made a point of telling me my boss was an old friend and how I should treat his friends as if they were him. He had not given me an order to submit to my boss but I wondered if that was what he meant. My pussy certainly was in the mood for some more attention as it began to lubricate at the thought of another tryst. I decided to just see how the meeting went. I also had to worry about leaving a wet spot on his leather chairs.




Sandra's New Client Ch. 02



By Tappy McWidestance and Sandra

I was sure Mr. Hendrick had told my boss about my new found appreciation for submissive sex. As I walked into his office I could feel my juices begin to leak down my leg. I wondered if he would even try to be coy with me or whether he would just expect me to service him. Then he surprised me. He congratulated me on landing "a whale" of a client and told me whatever resources I needed just to ask. He also hinted that such a performance would put me on the partner fast track. He was all business and nothing even remotely sexual happened. I was a little stunned.

I walked out of his office and back to my own. I wanted to compose myself. Once alone in my private sanctuary I reread Mr. Hendrick's last text. Just like the first time I read it I felt myself get squishy. He expected me to wait submissively at home for his arrival. This sounded like a fine plan to me. I quickly checked my calendar and saw that I didn't have any appointments for the rest of the day. So I did what any red blooded woman would do in that situation. I called my assistant and told her I didn't want to be disturbed and then I masturbated myself to a very satisfying orgasm.

After that I tried to keep my focus on my other clients and some projects I had pending but it was not easy. My thoughts kept diving down to my pussy and an increasing need to climax again. At lunchtime I gave up and told my assistant I was leaving the office for the day. I went home, showered and then lay down for a nap. I wasn't sure what Mr. Hendrick had planned, but I assumed I would need all my energy. I set my alarm for 5pm so I'd be sure to be ready for his arrival. I was a bit groggy getting out of bed but I quickly became alert when I remembered what was about to happen. I made short work of putting on fresh makeup and by 5:30 I was kneeling in my foyer waiting for him. I didn't have a watch and couldn't see a clock so I don't know how long I was there but I knew it was longer than 10 minutes.

I could feel my heart beating as I waited. It was psychological torture being alone waiting for him to arrive. Finally I heard steps at my front door and saw the lock begin to turn. Apparently the copy of the key was working fine. My heart began to race and my pussy began to flood. The door opened. With my eyes downcast on the floor submissively I could only see a pair of high heeled shoes walk through the door. I wasn't particularly surprised until they pivoted and the door shut. I heard the deadbolt click shut although in the stillness of my townhome it sounded thunderous. Apparently he was either late or not coming. The shoes walked over to me. I got a better look at the black pumps with delicate stocking clad feet inside. I held my ground resisting the urge to look up. I felt a female hand on my chin pulling my gaze skyward. 

Her feet gave way to beautiful thin legs and powerful thighs constrained by a tight mini-skirt. For a moment I anticipated that I was looking at Mrs. Hendrick but it turned out to be a smiling Cindy standing in front of me. Why she was there I wasn't sure but I suddenly felt doubly naked kneeling on the floor. She held out her hand and helped me stand up.

"Master Jon will be pleased when I tell him you were waiting in the proper position," she said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"We need to go shopping for supplies and he thought I could help you," she told me matter-of-factly.

"Supplies?" I questioned.

"Yeah, supplies. Clothes, toys, restraints, you know, things you'll need. Get dressed. A summer dress with no bra or panties will be fine."

It felt a little weird taking orders from her as I knew she was a fellow submissive, but in the hierarchy she was obviously above me so I did what she told me. Soon we were driving out toward the airport and stopped at a seedy looking sex shop. She didn't seem embarrassed in the least to be there. The same could not be said for me. It was bad enough I was walking into the joint with my breasts rocking under the thin material of my dress and the cool evening air blowing across my pantyless slit, but I was being led by a woman young enough to be my daughter. A woman dressed far more formally than I was which would lead everyone to assume she was in charge. And they would be right. I could feel my cheeks burning with humiliation as I followed her into the shop. I guess I could have been at least a little relieved that she brought me here early in the evening before the perverts came out. There were a couple of single men browsing the shelves of DVDs and two other couples looking at clothes, but that was it.

I was looking around the store trying to get my bearings when I felt Cindy grab my hand and begin to lead me toward the back of the store. I felt like every eye in the place was on me when I realized she was leading me to the bondage section. I could feel the stares of the men on my ass as they realized where I was headed. My shame was acute, but as happen so many times in the past few days, my pussy didn't realize that it shouldn't be excited. I was in a daze as Cindy pulled out a list and began grabbing items from the shelf. She began to hand me item after item.

"You'll need one of these," she said handing me a leather collar. "Oh, and one of these," she commended handing me a leather blindfold. "These are always handy," she continued "and these are so cute."

I was starting to get overloaded with gags, cuffs, a leash, a paddle and other oddities. Finally I had to ask if I could grab a basket. She told me sure apologizing for getting carried away. I moved to hand her the armful of bondage gear I was holding, but she just pointed back to the front of the store and said "I think there are carts over there. We'll need more than a basket."

Whatever eyes were not on me when we walked to the back were now definitely boring holes through me as I walked back to the front of the store. The guys looking through the DVD section were definitely scoping me out probably wondering if they could get lucky tonight. I saw one of the women slap her man's arm for watching. I guess she didn't want competition. The other couple looked like they wanted to join us.

I found the cart and dumped my selections into it. It made an awful din as they hit the metal rods in the basket. I turned and pushed the cart back to Cindy hoping my cheeks were not too red. I kept my eyes down preferring not to make eye contact with the other patrons.

After we finished picking bondage gear we moved to the toy aisle. I didn't say anything and neither did Cindy. She just picked a wide selection of dildos, vibrators, balls and butt plugs and handed them to me. With the exception of the "anal stretching kit" everything looked pretty fun. Two of the guys had moved to the adjacent section to watch us shop. I should have been mad, but I was feeling too aroused. I even considered asking Cindy if we could fuck them, but I figured if that was her plan she would bring it up. 

We brought the cart up to the front counter. I could sense an air of disappointment in the other patrons that we were done. Cindy told the clerk, an unshaven man in his thirties wearing jeans and a dirty t-shirt that we were buying this stuff but that we were going to look at clothes too. He told us with a grin that he would be happy to watch out cart. This time Cindy walked side by side with me and cupped my ass with her right hand. I don't think the other shoppers saw the change but I knew the guy at the counter had. Cindy led me over to a selection of cheap costumes.

"I wouldn't buy any nice lingerie or real clothes here, but you'll need some of these costumes. They are cheap and disposable until Jon figures out how he likes you dressed. Then we'll get you the good stuff."

I looked at the selection. It was your typical French maid, police officer, fire fighter, Ariel from the Little Mermaid, harem girl and the like. They all looked poorly made but at least their prices were right. Cindy looked me up and down for sizing and grabbed the maid, cop, harem girl and a prostitute costume. I wondered if she would have me try them on. Looking around I didn't notice a dressing room. Of course I was so hot I would have gladly stripped in the aisle but she didn't ask. We returned to the counter and after a comment from the clerk that "somebody is going to have a good time tonight," I reluctantly handed over my credit card. I really didn't want him having any personal information about me, but I didn't have $350 in cash on me either. Back in the safety of Cindy's car I finally began to relax a bit.

"That was fun wasn't it?" she asked me.

In a mocking tone I opined, "Well you didn't have a leaking pussy dripping juice down your thighs."

"You're right. My panties were catching it all. I'm not a slut who goes to porn stores without underwear."

She was smiling so I didn't take offense at her calling me a slut. Plus that is exactly how I felt right then. 

"Can I masturbate?" I asked her. "I really need to cum after that."

"Hold on a second," she said. We had not left the parking lot yet so it wasn't dangerous for her to pull out her phone and turn on its video camera. I watched as she pointed it toward me in the passenger seat.

"OK. Pull off your dress and have a good time."

I looked around at the parking lot. The sun had set but the floodlights from the store gave me pause.

"I'm not going to wait for long," Cindy told me. "It's now or never."

I threw caution to the wind and pulled my dress up over my head. At Cindy's suggestion I threw it in the backseat. I knew I was hot as a firecracker and it wouldn't take long for me to climax. The moment my finger touched my clit I moaned. I wasn't gentle with myself. I plunged two fingers into my pussy with my left hand and squeezed my nipples with my right. I was staring straight into Cindy's phone as she captured my depravity. For fun I pulled my slick fingers from my pussy and pushed my hand toward her mouth. It wasn't on camera but it was pretty obvious what I was doing. My right hand now found my clit as Cindy sucked on my left fingers. Her mouth felt wonderful as she cleaned my juices. I was concentrating so much on her that I didn't hear the people outside my window. I was jerked back to reality as the woman who slapped her man now began to yell at him for watching me again. I turned to look out the window and both were standing next to their car. She was trying to push him inside and he was trying to get a better view. 

That extra humiliation was just what I needed to send me over the edge into a noisy, juicy orgasm. The woman was hitting her man again as my body convulsed. My howls of passion would clearly have been audible outside the car as I came over and over again. Finally Cindy put the camera down and pulled my head to her for a deep passionate kiss. I don't know if the couple next door saw that, but it was the perfect ending to our shopping trip.

I felt bad for Cindy's car as her seat was soaked with my love juice. She made me ride home naked and allowed me to keep playing with myself but she told me to stop any time I felt like I was going to cum again. She said my next orgasm was reserved for Master Jon. Even though it was a fairly short drive I had to pause my ministrations three times to keep from climaxing. I expected to see Mr. Hendrick's limo waiting for us outside my townhome but it wasn't. Cindy let me put my dress back on for the walk from the street to my front door. I was thankful for that. I was carrying four bags so my hands were occupied when Cindy lifted the back of my dress and cupped my ass with her hand. I let my mind wander away from the sidewalk leading to my door and to my fantasy world where she would bend me over in front of my place and spank me in front of my neighbors. I know she could feel the heat coming from between my legs and I could feel her wiggling her middle finger over my wet pussy lips. Finally we reached the front door. Cindy pulled her hand back and opened the door with her key. I walked inside wondering what was going to happen next.

Cindy told me to head to the bedroom with my purchases. Once there she told me to take my dress off again which I did happily. She said if I needed to use the bathroom now was the time so I headed to the bathroom. She was busy taking the plastic shipping cases off my new toys. Once I returned she simply pointed to the bed. Again I happily complied ready for whatever she had in mind.

Her plan was to first bind my wrists behind my back with my new cuffs. She then let me experience my new blindfold and a ball gag she had me buy. As soon as I was restrained without eyesight and unable to talk a new sensation of helplessness washed over me. It felt wonderful. I could hear her searching my room and going through my dresser. Soon I felt her wrapping what felt like pantyhose around my ankles tying them together. I then felt another pair tying my thighs together. I felt hopelessly under her control and I loved it.

Then I heard the telltale sound of a vibrator turning on. Oh how I hoped it was for me not for her. I heard her turn it up loud and felt her weight on the bed. I was lying on my side after she tied my thighs and I felt the weight shift on the mattress behind me. Cindy teasingly slid the vibrator over my asshole and then down between my thighs to the edge of my pussy. With my legs tied it would be a bit of a challenge to slid it inside of me and I hoped that didn't mean she was about to ram it up my ass. The buzzing tip felt great against the edge of my pussy and along the sensitive flesh between my pussy and ass. I would have begged her to fuck me if I had not been gagged.

She pushed the vibrator with a little more resolve and inserted about the first inch into my waiting pussy. Even gagged I knew she could tell my moan was of pleasure. Again she pushed, firmer this time working the vibrator deeper inside of me. Each time she pushed a muffled sound of pleasure escaped around the gag. Finally it was almost all the way home when she did the most evil thing I could have imagined right then. OK, maybe the second most evil thing. She turned the vibrations from high, to low. I then felt the weight shift on the mattress again as she stood up.

"I've got a couple more toys in my car I need to get. Don't go anywhere," she said as she walked out of the room. I was left alone with my thoughts and a vibrator not turned up enough to make me cum. Damn her. I heard my front door open and shut. She was only gone a couple of minutes but it seemed like an eternity. My mind raced with thoughts that she had left me this way for the night. Trussed on my bed unable to escape or more importantly unable to get myself off. Fortunately she did return. Unfortunately she did not return to my bedroom.

I heard the door open and close again and I could hear her heels on the wood floor but I could not tell what she was doing. Finally I didn't hear her walking anymore, but soon after I heard her talking. She was on my phone. My speakerphone to be exact and I instantly recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It was Master Jon.

Apparently she was sitting in front of my PC doing a video session with Mr. Hendrick. I couldn't hear everything they discussed but I did make out phrases like "yes, she did very well at the store," and "she's tied up as you ordered," and "yes, she will be begging to get fucked." It seemed like the volume of their voices were modulating when they wanted me to hear them. The rest of the time I couldn't really make out what they were saying, although when Cindy began to moan I had a pretty good idea what was going on.

I was forced to lay in the darkness, teased by the vibrator, and listen to Cindy bring herself off several times. Master Jon must have been pleased with her to allow her that much pleasure. And Cindy's prediction was 100% correct. I was ready to beg to get fucked even if it was just using this vibrator on myself.

The commotion from my home office seemed to have subsided after Cindy's third climax. Then I heard her footsteps again and felt her releasing the pantyhose holding my legs. She didn't say a word. She removed the vibrator and then tugged on my secured arm pulling me toward the edge of the bed. I figured out she wanted me to stand up. It was a little challenging with my arms behind my back but I steadied myself and let her lead me back toward my desk. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out I would be on the camera next. Cindy pushed me into my chair. It was warm and wet from her session. 

I felt her tap on my knees indicating I should spread them. My ankles were then quickly tied to the legs of the chair leaving me restrained in a spread position. I was ready to beg as soon as she removed the gag. But she didn't. Instead she walked behind me and then reaching around my body began to tease my nipples. I absolutely love nipple play and there was no way of hiding the effect she was having on me. She then began to rub my clit. Her fingers had a delicious way of alternating between swirling around the edge of my happiness nub and vigorously rubbing back and forth over the top. She alternated between toying with my nipples and clit until I was seeing stars and about to shoot off like a rocket to the heavens. I was sure Master Jon was watching via the webcam and pictured him sitting in his office chair jerking off while Cindy continued to tease me. Every time I almost came, she would back off just enough to leave me panting through the gag and more and more desperate to cum. Finally she stopped for several minutes while I heard her moving behind me. Then the gag was removed although she left me blindfolded. Then I heard his voice through the speakerphone.

"That was a wonderful show girls. Cindy, you are getting better and better at teasing a girl. If I didn't know better I'd say you have some dom tendencies."

"Thank you master," she replied, "but you know I only do this for your benefit. I'd much rather be the one in the chair."

"I know you would, pet," he continued. "Soon we will have a private session. But tonight I need to finish Sandra's lesson."

"Of course sir," she said.

I listened as he described how I needed to learn not to feel shame and humiliation at being paraded around a sex shop. He said I would be taught to be proud of my sexuality and prepared at all times to give and receive pleasure. Cindy had returned to amusing herself tweaking my nipples while his hypnotic voice gave me more instructions.

"Tomorrow morning I want you to come to the office at 9am. Wear a loose fitting dress. Wear a push up bra and show some cleavage. Do not wear panties. "

I heard the words but Cindy's fingers were too distracting to commit them to memory. I'd have to ask her to repeat his commands. I remember him saying something about buying a thin leather choker and that I should wear it always to remind myself about my pledge to serve him. As soon as he said that I flashed back to always seeing Cindy wearing one too. My orgasm was close. Of course she stopped. I groaned in frustration. Master Jon laughed.

"You've been a good sport tonight Sandra. Would you like to cum now?" he asked in a mocking tone.

I nodded my head and then said "yes."

"As I have told you, you have not earned my cock yet. However, I believe Cindy can accommodate you."

I was confused until I felt the tip of a dildo pressing against my lips. Being in a sitting position I was at just the right height for her to push the fake cock into my mouth.

"The strap-on she is wearing was molded after my actual penis," he explained.

Molded after his own cock? What kind of narcissist does that? Still I really needed to get fucked so I let her have her way with my mouth. Obviously I preferred sucking the real thing but I had to have her inside of me so I pretended it tasted better than it did. I didn't need to lubricate the rubber to prepare it. My pussy was already dripping. But I figured he was getting off on watching so I gave her the best blow job I could under the circumstances.




Sandra's New Client Ch. 02



She must have gotten a signal from the video conference because he never gave a command to change positions but she popped the dildo from my mouth and started to untie me from the chair. She then helped me up.

"Have you ever ridden a cock this size in a reverse cowgirl?" she asked.

I couldn't say that I had. I'd never had a cock that size before but I was drooling in anticipation. I heard her sit down in my chair. In my mind I pictured her strap-on standing straight up obscenely. I then felt her hands on my hips twisting me around and then pulling me back between her legs.

He spoke again. "Enjoy yourself Sandra. Believe me when I tell you I will make sure you get all the cock you need. I only require your complete obedience and loyal service. Will I see you in the office tomorrow morning?"

"Yes master Jon," I replied.

"Will you dress as I have ordered?" he asked.

"Yes master Jon," again I replied this time my voice dripping with lust.

"Will you do what I command without question?"

"Yes sir," I responded. I'm sure he could hear the desperation in my voice and see my body shaking with need.

I felt Cindy's hands on my hips pulling me down and felt the tip of the dildo brush against my slit. I didn't wait for further instructions. I sat down and guided Cindy's missile into my pussy. I didn't take it slow either. I slid down forcefully onto her cock. I'd never felt as full as I bottomed out with a grunt. I should have taken it a little slower and given my pussy time to adjust to the length of girth of her dick, but I was too hot to care right then. I knew I'd be sore in the morning, but that was hours away. Right now I needed to get fucked and fucked hard.

Neither Master Jon nor Cindy said a word. I took that as tacit approval and started fucking myself on her wonderful strap-on. Later alone in bed I would wonder how many other women took that wild ride but at the time all I could think about taking as much pleasure as I could while the opportunity presented itself. I bounced and bounced up and down forcefully fucking myself determined to have an orgasm before either Cindy or Master Jon could stop me.

I had a vision of Cindy pushing me off her cock just before I could cum. I determined that if she did I would finger myself on the floor if necessary. I would gladly accept whatever punishment befell me for cumming without permission. I needed to orgasm and I needed it now.

To my joy and satisfaction, however, that wasn't necessary. They both could tell I would not last long fucking myself as hard as I was. Master Jon did make me beg for permission to cum. It was degrading but I did it willingly. Begging also seemed to trigger something primal in my soul as I came furiously when given the command. I screamed loud enough to wake my neighbors and sprayed my juices all over her cock and thighs as I was rocked to my core. I felt my legs go limp and I could no longer support my weight. Fortunately Cindy was prepared and after wrapping her arms around my waist she pulled me back tight against her. I know she could feel my body shaking as the orgasm continued to overwhelm my senses. Her arms now split as her left hand sought out my clit once again and her right found my nipple. She pinched my nipple hard and spanked my clit at the same time causing me to jump. She then began to rub my clit with as much abandon as she had before while tweaking my nipple the same way she knew drove me crazy. My body was drained but Cindy seemed determined to force another orgasm out of it.

I was lost in a haze of lust as electric sparks shot around my body. I'd rarely cum so hard and she was not allowing my body any time to recover. A small climax raced through my body. It was no more than a couple quick contractions but I know she could tell what she had done to me. She followed that up with another series of spanks to my clit and pinches to my nipple. The pain became a rush. Her hand made a splashing sound against my drenched slit mixing with the moans coming from my mouth. She alternated from giving me pain and pleasure until I came three more times. I was still impaled on the replica of my master while another one of his slaves tormented me and taught me that pain can also be pleasure.

Finally the rest of my body joined my legs in collapsing and Cindy pushed me to the floor popping the dildo out of my needy pussy at the same time. I lay quivering at her feet. I expected to have her push the strap-on into my mouth, but she didn't. I heard her clicking on the keyboard and then my blindfold was removed. Looking up through unfocused eyes I could tell the web chat was over. I could not know who had watched her fuck me. At that moment it really didn't matter. I got what I needed. I was too spent to worry about the details.

I continued to lay naked on the floor as Cindy cleaned and packed up her toys. When she was done she helped me up and helped me back to bed. I was able to give her a weak hug and a soft "thank you" kiss before she lay me back down in bed and pulled the covers over me. She clicked out the light and I think I was asleep before she reached the front door.

I woke up Tuesday morning very sore. I could tell I'd been righteously fucked the night before. I'd had the most erotic dreams all night and I was looking forward with anticipation to seeing what Mr. Hendrick had planned for me at his office. I wanted to wear something sexy, but his instructions had been clear to how to dress. I picked a light summer dress I had that came down to my knees. It was loose fitting and swayed in any breeze. His order not to wear panties would make life interesting as I was walking outside. The top of the dress showed just a hint of cleavage. He had not specified how much breast he wanted me to exhibit so I had to guess. I finished the outfit with a pair of sensible heeled shoes. 

I felt wicked walking outside to my car without panties on. The summer winds were blowing under my dress and reminding me with every step that I was dressed like that under orders of a man I'd just met a few days earlier. With every step I became more aroused. My boss expected me to be at Hendrick's office all day so my schedule was free for whatever was about to happen. Driving to the office I resisted the urge to put my fingers under my dress. I knew I could get off with just a few strokes, but I wanted to channel that sexual energy and hold on to it for today's adventure. Walking into the office I had a stride of purpose. My satisfaction was at hand.

Cindy smiled at me when I reached her desk. Looking down through the glass table top I could see she was sitting with her legs spread even though his office door was closed. I guess she had just been trained so well it was second nature. She told me to go right in. When I went through the door the first thing I noticed was Jon sitting behind his desk. He was on the phone. He waved me in and I shut the door. I assumed he wanted me to sit in the chair in front of his desk but as I walked toward it, he waved me around to the back. As I approached he swiveled his chair so he was facing parallel to the desk. He never broke his conversation on the phone. He also didn't have pants on. His cock was semi-hard and I wondered if he had been stroking himself or if Cindy had a hand in pleasuring him earlier. He never said a word. He just pointed down at the floor and then at his dick.

I never said hello either and simply dropped to my knees. He quickly grew in my mouth. I had a chance to compare and contrast his cock against the replica Cindy had used on me the night before. I determined that he had not been lying, although I much preferred the flavor of the real thing. I tried to give him a gentle, quiet blowjob so as not to disturb his phone call. It was maddening to not be getting any feedback from him. Finally he finished his phone call and then greeted me like this was the most natural situation in the world.

"Good morning Sandra," he said. "Nice to see you again."

I mumbled "hello" although most of the sound was blocked by his cock.

"I enjoyed watching you and Cindy last night," he told me. "I want you to make sure you repay her for her help yesterday."

This time I pulled my head off his cock so I could speak.

"Of course," I said. "I loved what she did and would be happy to return the favor."

As soon as the words left my mouth I thought they sounded like I wanted to tie her up and fuck her with a strap-on. Maybe I did want that although I certainly didn't mean to say it out loud. Jon put his hand on the back of my head and guided me back onto his cock. He then took my wrists and put them behind my back although he didn't cuff me.

"Always keep your wrist crossed behind your back when servicing a man," he instructed. "It shows submission. The only exception is when you are with two or more men and you need to give a hand job at the same time.

I took his instruction seriously keeping my wrists pressed together as if they were cuffed. The phone rang again. Just before he hit the speakerphone button he told me this was his wife, Toni, and that I needed to be quiet.

"Hi Dear, how are you?" the conversation began.

I froze with his cock deep in my mouth. I didn't want to make a sound or more importantly inadvertently have him make a sound. I listened to the conversation. Toni was going out of town to their country home upstate and had some local tasks she needed to talk to him about. It was pretty mundane stuff other than her husband was getting a hummer at the time. Midway through the call Cindy walked into the office and put some papers on his desk. Fortunately I was able to turn my head enough to see that it was her and not somebody I didn't know. She didn't seem surprised in the least that I was on my knees before Mr. Hendrick. Toni heard her come in and asked who entered the office.

"Hi Toni. It's me Cindy," she called out. 

Toni responded like they were friends. This struck me as odd considering Jon's relationship with Cindy and of course now, myself. He must be very skilled at keeping this side of his life private.

Cindy then walked behind me and flipped my dress up over my hips. Easy access was why I picked this dress although I had not anticipated he would be her exposing my backside. I had to concentrate on being quiet as she pushed two fingers into my pussy. Needless to say they slid in easily and came out glistening. I couldn't see her, but I hoped she was licking them clean. Whatever she was doing it seemed to inspire Hendrick because as his wife was talking he pushed the mute button on his phone and then unleashed a huge load of cum onto my face. Splat after splat of the hot sticky liquid shot from his cock into my mouth and against my forehead and cheeks as I knelt passively and let him do it. I looked up in time to press the mute button again and continue his conversation as if nothing had just happened.

With a wave of his hand he gestured that I should stand up. Cindy then took my place to lovingly clean off his cock and put it back in his pants. I was standing next to his desk with his cum dripping off my face. I had to hold my hands under my chin to prevent it from hitting my dress. Once Cindy was done he spun back around so he was sitting properly and she opened the top drawer of his desk to retrieve and hand towel. She started to wipe my face with a practiced ease that told me this wasn't the first time she clean one of his loads off someone. She then led me out of the office and down the hall to a bathroom to freshen up. Of course I didn't want to freshen up. I wanted to fuck both of them or at least go into a stall and get myself off. But I didn't. I made myself presentable and headed back to her desk. Jon's door was open by this time. Cindy was, of course, flashing her beaver to him. I had to chuckle to myself. This guy way insatiable. Mr. Hendrick waved me back into his office.

"I talked to Cindy. She's busy tonight but she would like you to come over to her house tomorrow night. Do you have any problem with that?" he asked.

"No sir," I replied trying not to sound excited at the prospect of being with her again.

"Good. I've actually got some legal work for you this morning. We set up an office for you. Cindy will show you where it is. I'll also have a little game for you this afternoon. But now I need to work so I will talk to you later."

He didn't wait for a response this time but looked down at the paperwork on his desk. I didn't say anything. Instead I just turned and left. Cindy was standing as I left the office and took my hand leading me up the hallway. She didn't say anything until she opened a door to what looked like a storeroom. This was not going well. We walked through the storeroom to another door.

"It doesn't look like much but this is the only open space we have for visiting workers. It's actually pretty nice," she said.

She opened the door. Like she said, the office really wasn't that bad. It was about 10 feet by 12 feet. There was a large desk, a PC, a phone and a small couch with two chairs in the corner. There were no windows, but there was a picture of a beach scene on the wall. On the desk was a folder addressed to me. Obviously this was what Master Jon wanted me to work on.

"So are you going to come over tomorrow night?" Cindy asked me.

"Yes," I replied. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Great," she said. "I'll text you the address. I get home from the gym about 7:30. Is that OK?"

Going through my mind was what she must look like in a skimpy workout outfit and how much attention she must get. I was tempted to ask if I could go to the gym with her but instead I just told her I'd meet her at her house. She smiled and left leaving the door open. I sat down at the desk and opened the folder. I was expecting to see pictures of me from my web performances or at least something sexual, but instead I found business contracts he wanted me to review. I had assumed his putting me on retainer was just an excuse to keep me around the office for sex games but apparently he wanted me to actually work. While that was a surprise, it was a happy one and I settle in to start reviewing the files.

After about an hour, I booted up the PC to research a legal point on the Internet. When I launched the browser and went to the favorites to look for Google I noticed two IP addresses without titles along with the typical websites. Curiosity got the better of me and I selected the first one. A webcam came onto the screen and I saw Cindy. I had not noticed the camera before but it must have been above Hendrick's door. Cindy was working and although I could not see up her skirt like he could from his desk, the aerial view did let me see down her blouse. "What a pervert," I thought.

I was nervous to select the second link. I assumed it was for another webcam and I was right. As the picture changed I saw myself watching the monitor. I looked up into the corner of the ceiling and saw the smoked dome which housed the camera. The angle looked down my blouse too. There was no effort to hide the link so Hendrick must not have cared that I knew the camera was there.

I tried to focus and continue my work but I kept going back to Cindy's camera. She was just working, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. I kept expecting to see her slide a hand under her skirt or play with her breasts, but nothing like that happened. I resized the window so I could keep it open in the corner while I continued my research. My mind kept drifting to what kind of kinky adventure we would have tomorrow night and I felt myself getting aroused. My nipples were hard and I could feel myself getting moist. I was just about to slide my own hand down to pleasure myself when I remembered that I too was on camera. For all I knew the entire company was watching me so I clicked off Cindy's video feed and tried to concentrate on work.

After another hour I needed a break so I headed to the bathroom and then found the office's break area and sat down for a Diet Coke. Everybody who came into the room seemed friendly enough. I felt a little paranoid that I had been being watched, but nobody gave any signs of having seen me. I was just about to go when Cindy walked in.

"Hi Sandra," she began. "How is it going?"

"Fine," I replied. "I'm getting a lot of work done."

I then looked around to see if anybody could hear us and then whispered, "What's the deal with the webcam?"

As soon as the words left my mouth I had the thought that maybe she didn't know she was being watched and that I'd just made a terrible mistake. As with everything about this office, however, she responded like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mr. Hendrick likes to watch me when the door is closed. Sometimes he has me give him a little show when nobody is around."

"So you know about the cameras?"

"Yes. Don't worry. It's a private IP address. Only his computer, my computer, your office computer and his partner's computer can see those two IP addresses."

"His partner's computer?" I asked.

"Yeah. You haven't met Sam yet. He's harmless. He's nearing retirement. I don't think he can even get it up any more. He leaves me alone although it kind of makes me excited to think of him watching me while he tugs on his limp noodle."

Cindy was giggling when she said that. I had a picture of some old guy frantically trying to jerk off and nothing happening. Cindy grabbed her coffee and I finished my soda and we both headed back to our desks. I opened both our video feeds and kept them in small windows on the edge of the display. About have an hour later I noticed her discretely playing with her nipples. I could tell she was barely moving her fingers and could quickly move her hand if anybody approached the desk. I decided I could afford to be bolder since I was in a private office so I scooped my boobs out of my bra and over the top of my dress. I began fiddling with my nipples. I didn't know if anybody was watching, but it felt so good I really didn't care. I kept looking at Cindy's feed. She seemed to be looking down frequently at her monitor so I hoped she had my camera open and was enjoying my new found joy of exhibitionism. 

I had no doubt Hendrick was watching since he probably had ordered Cindy to begin playing with herself. My nipple play had its usual effect and soon I was very juicy. Using my monitor as a guide, I stood up, hitched up my dress and sat back down in a position where the camera would capture my fingers sliding into my warm and inviting pussy. I let out a moan. I continued playing with myself for several minutes. My camera showed a woman out of control ruled by her own lusts. I was rapidly approaching a mind blowing climax when the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID I saw that it was him. 

Removing my hand from my breast but leaving the one rubbing my clit, I hit the speakerphone button. Breathlessly I said "Yes?" As calm as could be he responded.

"I am enjoying your show be you're not going to cum without permission are you?"

I looked up at the camera before I answered.

"Sir I need to cum. Your humble slut requests an orgasm," I begged. "Please cum to my office and fuck me."

"No, not right now," he replied. "That might interfere with my plans for this afternoon. Stop masturbating and get back to work."

With that he hung up. I was right on the edge. Just a few more strokes would have sent me into my pleasure zone. But I stopped. I slumped back in the chair with my tits hanging out trying to calm down and catch my breath. The office reeked of female arousal. I wasn't sure I could wait. I shut down Cindy's feed, tucked my breasts away and tried to get back to work. It wasn't going to be easy.

My pussy felt like it was pulsating and my clit was calling out to me saying "rub me." I looked back at the legal papers doing my best to focus. Then the door opened. Standing at the threshold was an older man. He looked like he was in his mid sixties. I quickly determined this must be Sam. 




Sandra's New Client Ch. 02



"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, my dear," he began. "My name is Sam. I'm Jon's partner and I assume you are his new relaxation therapist."

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I'm your firm's new attorney. Mr. Hendrick hired me on Monday."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "My mistake."

I started to relax until he spoke again.

"Then why were you just masturbating in here?"

I was busted. He obviously watched the webcam. I stammered out an excuse but I was unconvincing.

"No need to be embarrassed sweetie," he said in a calming voice. "I know what kind of girls Jon likes to hire. I also know he likes to have sex in his office. I prefer a little more privacy which is why we have this room setup."

Sam had begun walking over to the couch while he was talking. It took a moment for what he said to sink in. He was busy moving the cushions on the couch when I realized he was expecting me to have sex with him.

I watched as he removed his pants and then his boxer shorts. His cock wasn't huge, but it was surprisingly erect. I was expected him to be ill-equipped based on Cindy's description. He noticed me staring.

"You've been talking to Cindy about me, haven't you?"

"Not really talking," I replied. "She did mention you were, how shall I say this, not active in the office activities."

He laughed. "That was a cleaver way not to insult my manhood too badly. The truth is she is way too young for me. Every time I look at her I see my granddaughter and that makes getting hard impossible. I told Jon to find somebody a little older next time. He certainly outdid himself. Your beauty and a little blue pill and I'm ready for action."

At least he said I was beautiful. I would not have given him a second look out on the street or in a bar, but his chemically enhanced boner and my overall level of arousal made him look pretty good. Instead of "beer goggles" I was looking at him with "horny eyes" and that was enough.

I slipped off my dress as I made my way over to the couch. He was sitting down stroking his cock. I leaned over him and feed him one of my breasts. I also grabbed his cock and began stroking it.

"Here, let me do that for you," I told him. "It's part of my relaxation therapy." 

His attention to my nipples turned loose the animal in me. Punishment or no punishment I was going to ride this cock until I exploded. Without realizing it I began gripping is cock harder and stroking it faster. I could feel my juices running out of my pussy as my body prepared itself for him. I was pulling his head tighter into my breasts smothering him in their soft goodness. I heard a muffled moan.

I guess I was a little over aggressive with my hand job or he hadn't been laid in a long time because I felt the telltale splat of a happy man on my arm and then running down my hand. The bastard came already. Immediately I dropped his cock and stood back up. Looking back down I saw him shrivel up. I snapped my wrist in disgust trying to get his spunk off my hand.

"Like I said," Sam told me. "You're the new relaxation therapist."

With that he got dressed and left. I was furious. I'm sure Jon had been watching and even though I wanted to get myself off now more than ever, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I put my bra and dress back on, closed up the file and walked out. I stopped in the bathroom to wash my hands and then I left the office. I didn't bother to stop and see Cindy or Jon. I was fuming all the way home.

Just as I walked in the door I got a text message from Jon to check my email. Part of me wanted to just ignore him, quit my job and walk away. But my pussy had other thoughts because as soon as I saw the call ID it started getting wet again. I fired up my PC and opened his message. 

"Sandra," it began. "I'm sorry Sam wasn't more capable this afternoon. He rarely is. I have an adventure for you tonight and if you complete the tasks I will allow you to cum."

The email went on to detail what he wanted me to do. He liked my dress and the push up bra. I was to wear the same outfit (still no panties) to the mall. He wanted me to shoe shop and to make sure the sales person was able to see up my dress. He also wanted me to go lingerie and clothes shopping in at least four different stores. In each store's dressing room I was to strip totally naked and play with myself. After the fourth store, when he was sure I would smell much like my office did today (I was mortified by that statement) I was to go to a store where mainly young men shopped and make sure I "accidently" brushed up against a few. I could tell his point was to make sure the boys knew I was aroused. The final task was to find a reflective store window and to flash a nipple. Of course to prove I had done all these things I was to take pictures with my cell camera and email them to him. If I completed the tasks, he would send me permission to cum. If I didn't or I came without permission, I still wasn't sure how he would know, I would be spanked. I was shaking in my chair as I read the instructions. I didn't know if I could do it, but I had to have that orgasm so I knew I would have to try.

I drove to a mall near my townhome. It wasn't the fanciest place. I quickly discovered the hardest part would be shopping for the shoes. None of the stores were the full service variety which helped people. They were all self service. Desperate times call for desperate measures so I decided to just confess what I was doing to the young clerk at Stride-Rite. I pulled him aside and laid out my proposal.

I told him I was trying to complete a dare and that I wasn't wearing panties. If he agreed to let me take his picture looking up my dress, I'd let him see my beaver. As you can imagine there wasn't any hesitation in having him agree. My face was burning with humiliation from having to admit that to the kid, but what choice did I have? We went to the back of the store and I sat on one of the benches. He pretended to be restocking a shelf while I pulled out my phone and made sure I could see both him and a rack of shoes in the shot. We then had to wait for that section of the store to clear out. When it did I didn't waste any time signaling him to get between my legs.

He had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Looking at the picture, while he continued to look under my dress, I could tell it looked staged. I had to take three more pictures to get one where he wasn't giggling at his good fortune. I gave him a peck on the cheek and told him thanks. He told me if I wanted to go into the back room he'd be happy to do more than look. I think he was shocked when I told him my master wouldn't like that. He was probably masturbating minutes after I left thinking about having his own sex slave.

I send Mr. Hendrick the picture in an email and then starting looking around for a clothing store. There were plenty to choose from. I figured the nicer ones would have larger dressing rooms so those were the stores I selected. You would think it would be easy to strip down in a changing room. After all that is what they are for. But somehow doing it just to take a skin shot of yourself made it more difficult. I had to shop in the store like I was really looking for something instead of just grabbing the first thing I saw. That would be too obvious. So I shopped. Once in the room I stripped out of my dress and took off my bra. I quickly took two pictures. The first was of my dress hanging on the changing room door to prove where I was. The second was from above. I held my phone above my head and snapped a picture looking down showing my breasts and the fact that I was naked.

Looking at the picture I realized it wasn't composed particularly well, but then again I didn't have much practice taking this kind of picture. I was nervous that I was going to get caught, but since the door had a latch on it there really wasn't much risk. Still it was exciting to be following his orders in public.

I returned the clothes I was supposed to be trying on and told the clerk they didn't fit right. I stayed in the store looking for a few more minutes to make it look good and then moved on. I sent the two photographs off into the digital abyss and headed to the next store. This store had changing rooms without complete doors, just curtains which were open at least two feet at the bottom. I couldn't bring myself to strip naked so I left and tried another store. This time it was easier emotionally to complete my task. The next store was less stressful still, although by now I was really starting to get aroused. Being naked in semi-public was starting to be a turn-on and I couldn't resist playing with myself a little in the small cubicle.

I saved the fanciest store for last and I'm glad I did. It's changing room was the largest, it had a nice chair and a large mirror. I was feeling saucy looking at my naked form in the reflection. My pussy lips were still puffy from the last store and I could see a sheen of wetness had formed. I sat down in the chair facing the mirror and spread my legs lifting my left leg over the arm of the chair. Looking at myself I looked quite obscene, which I'm sure would please Master Jon. I used my left hand to spread my pussy open and snapped several quick pictures of the reflection in the mirror.

Once I touched my pussy I realized I was too hot and bothered to stop without cumming. I switched my phone to video mode and began making my own porno. I had no intention of sending this to him but I wanted it for my own collection. I was trying to keep quiet but I must have failed because there was a knock on the door. Instantly I stopped as the clerk asked if everything was alright. She must have known what I was doing. Was she really asking if she could join me?

I stuttered a response that I was fine and hastily got dressed. I know I was blushing as I hurriedly left that store. I could tell by the look on her face she knew what I was doing. While I was humiliated I had to admit nearly getting caught was also exciting. Again I sent the picture evidence of my lewd actions and began to look for a place to complete the last task. Most of the store windows had some reflective properties when standing close to them. But I needed to find one where the reflection would also show people around me. I decided the food court area would be best because people would be concentrating on eating and not on the woman flashing the store window. There was one store which faced the food court that had a very dark merchandise display area. This let their window act more like a mirror. It was perfect.

I stood in front of the window pretending to look at the display. I then pulled out my phone and took a test picture. I'm sure it looked like I was taking a photo of the merchandise but what I was really testing was how well I showed up and whether the people eating would be in the frame. I was actually quite pleased how well it turned out. I nervously looked around waiting for just the right time to do it for real. But there always seemed to be too many people walking past. I lost my nerve and merged into the crowd walking away to regroup.

I sat down on a bench to catch my breath. While I was there I received an email from him. It said I had five minutes to send the next picture. The email didn't say what would happen if I took longer but I didn't want to find out. It was now or never.

I returned to the store. The crowds seemed a little smaller now. I looked to my right trying to judge when a break in the flow of people walking past might let me snap the picture. Waiting was the hardest part but finally with time winding down I lifted my phone with my right hand and popped enough boob out of my dress with my left to get a picture of my nipple. I didn't even look at the result. I tucked my breast back into my bra, smoothed my dress and sped walked back toward the exit near my car. 

I was so focused on getting out of the mall that I almost forgot to send the picture. I'm not sure if I made the five minute deadline before sending it or not. I had to get out of the mall. Back in my car I could feel my heart pounding as I started to cry at the mix of emotions I was feeling. They were not tears of sadness but they were not really tears of joy either. I think I was just relieved to have completed the tasks. My buzzing phone indicated another email had arrived.

The message was a complement on completing the challenge. He said he especially like the boy in the last picture. The boy? What boy? He also said he was worried when it took seven minutes to get the picture but since the timestamp on the picture showed I took it after only four minutes it must have been a slow email delivery issue. I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't realize I'd been too distracted to send it quicker. The message concluded with an instruction to go home and get on the webcam. That was easy enough. Now I just had to figure out who the boy was he talked about.

Before I left I reviewed the pictures on my phone and discovered what he was talking about. While the reflection in the glass clearly showed my erect nipple and people sitting at the tables eating, it also showed a boy, maybe 19 years old, who had been walking the other way had seen my flash. I could tell because his mouth was open in shock at what I was doing. I'm sure he would be telling all his friends about what he saw at the mall. I put my phone down and drove home.

Master Jon had promised I'd get to cum tonight if I had completed his evening challenge and from what I could tell I did. That promise kept me wet with anticipation all the way home. Although he didn't tell me to undress before getting on the webcam, I figured he would want me to and so I did. It didn't take long given how little I was wearing. I sent him a text when the computer finished booting and he sent me a link to the video conference. He wasn't in his study this time. He must have been using a laptop. It looked like he was outside.

We didn't have a phone conference going so he just typed instructions in the chat screen. He said he was pleased with how well I followed instructions tonight. My reward was to first insert the small butt plug from my stretching kit I'd bought when Cindy and I went shopping. He said to wear the small plug today and tomorrow and then use the second size Thursday and Friday. After I did that, he had me get the rabbit vibrator and masturbate while he watched. He kept reminding me not to cum until he said it was OK. It was weird to try to beg through a keyboard. I had to fight my urge to cum until he said OK and then it was like a flash flood. All of the teasing all night plus the new sensation of having my ass plugged conspired to give me a major league orgasm. My desk chair was fast becoming my favorite piece of furniture in the house. Last night Cindy had fucked me until I came and today I fucked myself to a glorious climax. I didn't notice Hendrick dropping off the video chat sometime during my orgasm. It didn't matter. I was spent and went straight to bed.

I woke the next morning feeling very sore in my ass. It didn't take long for me to realize I had forgotten to take the plug out. Removing it hurt much more than putting it in last night, but my arousal probably had something to do with that 

I showered and got dressed for work. I didn't know which office I should go to. Hendrick had not ordered me back to his, but he had told me to wear the plug again today. I washed it off, lubed it up and put it back in my ass. I made sure to pack the lube and cleaning wipes in my purse. Since he didn't say to come to his office I went to my law firm.

I was surprised that he didn't contact me at all on Wednesday. I tried to wear the plug as much as I could, but I did take it out a couple of times. I had a couple of meetings with other attorneys and left it out for those. About 4pm I got an email from Cindy asking if I was still coming over. I'd forgotten that I was supposed to return the favor for what she did to me Monday. She had included her address and I told her I would be there when she returned from the gym. I worked a little late to catch up on some things I'd missed from yesterday. At 6:45 I put the plug back in. It was definitely getting easier each time I did it. I then headed to her house. I knew I'd be early, but that was OK. I could sit in the car and fantasize about her.

Cindy arrived a few minutes after 7:30. As her car pulled into the garage I walked in behind her. When she got out of the car I was a little surprised that she was in her workout clothes and still very sweaty. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She explained her gym was just a few minutes from the house and that she preferred showering at home. She clicked the button to shut the garage door before she explained further. I'm sure the quizzical look on my face let her know I didn't understand. She began stripping out of her spandex outfit before giving me the details.

"He likes to make everything sexual," she said peeling the smelling clothes off her body. We were still standing the garage which I didn't quite understand. Once she was naked she pushed two fingers into her pussy. Now I was really confused. She wasn't finger fucking herself but she was definitely moving her fingers in and out.

"Ah, got one," she said. I was fascinated as she pulled out a chrome ball and handed it to me. It was warm and slimy. Her fingers then went back to work in her pussy until she retrieved a second one. She handed that one to me too.

"I hate wearing these things. They are such a turn on I'm ready to fuck anything after just a few minutes," she told me. "There is no way I can remove them at the gym though," she said with a wink. I just nodded not knowing exactly what to do with them. I felt stupid holding them.

"Oh, sorry. Give them back to me," she said reaching out her hand. I watched as she popped them into her mouth one by one to lick off her juices. She then set them on her workout clothes which had been discarded onto the floor.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you strip out here instead of inside? I asked.

"It's one of Master Jon's rules. I'm not allowed to wear clothes inside unless I'm having a guest who doesn't know about him. That doesn't happen very often so I'm pretty much always naked."

That didn't make much sense to me but I decided not to press the issue. I assumed we would end up naked soon anyway so I asked if I should disrobe also.

"If you don't mind, I rather you stay dressed for a bit. Jon said you were going to pay me back for Monday and I'd sort of like you clothed at the start."

That sounded interesting so I told her I'd help her any way I could.

She explained that besides being naked, he had a second rule about how she was to enter the house. She was to crawl on her hands and knees. She had a wireless webcam that was controlled from her PC which he could access remotely. She would text him for instructions. Usually he had her put on a "show."

I asked her what kind of show. She told me that about a year ago he gave her to a client he was trying to land for the firm. The client was old and rich. She figured he would just want a blowjob. While she was right about that, she didn't know that the client's son was going to fuck her at the same time. She told me it was the first time she ever fucked two guys at the same time and that she was hooked on it now.

I asked her what that had to do with her webcam. She shooshed me saying she was getting to that. She told me that every day when she got home she would recreate that scene. She wanted me to help by licking her pussy and making sure she was ready before we went inside. I'd been waiting for that request although I didn't think it would come in the garage. I dropped to the floor and buried my face between her thighs. She was positively soaking from exercising with the balls. I didn't think she needed to be any wetter for what she told me she did every night, but who was I to complain about licking her tasty slit. I heard her typing a message on her phone. That must have been the text message to Hendrick.




Sandra's New Client Ch. 03



By Tappy McWidestance and Sandra

*

Saturday morning I slept in. I didn't plan to, but my body needed rest. Friday night at Hendrick's house had been so exciting I wondered how he would top it on Monday as he had promised. After doing my morning workout and showering, I did as I was instructed and inserted the third size of plug from the anal stretching kit. Just like when I graduated to size two, it hurt going in and I knew it would hurt more coming out. But also just like size two I now felt fuller than ever before and I knew that I would learn to love feeling soon enough. Maybe after wearing this plug for a couple of days Hendrick would deem me worth of his cock and break my anal cherry. Maybe that was his big surprise. After I had fucked Cindy with the strap-on molded on his cock and I had seen just how excited she became to have me in her ass, I was really looking forward to finally being fucked in the ass. Yeah, I know I'm naughty for thinking that way, but what can I say. Nothing was turning me on right then like dreaming of cocks in every one of my holes.

I was not expecting to hear from Master Jon over the weekend, especially since his wife had not gone out of town. I thought Cindy might call. I know I picked up the phone several times to call her but I never dialed. I wasn't sure exactly what our relationship was all about. Was she just acting on Master Jon's orders and therefore would not was me without a direct order? Or did she really feel a kinship with me where I could just call and invite her over for sex? I went out Saturday night with some friends I had not seen for a long time. Of course I was still wearing the plug. But other than that, the night dragged on and on. We had fun, but our evening out seemed like it was never going to end. There definitely was no spark like my body had begun to get addicted to over the last week.

Sunday I stayed home, rested, searched for new sex toys on the internet and masturbated. Time and time again I brought myself to the brink of release only to quit before I came. I was trying to obey my master's instructions not to cum without permission, but it was tough. One thing was for sure though; when I was with Jon and Cindy on Monday I was going to be primed and ready for them. I only hoped they were up for the challenge.

Monday morning dawned and I had a palpable sense of anticipation for what they day would bring. I was dashed to find a message on my phone sent by Jon at 5:10am that he had an emergency trip out of town and was heading for the airport. I was disappointed to say the least. As a result of my disappointment I dressed very conservatively and headed to my office. I did keep the butt plug in. That was my one connection to my new life. But since he was going to be out of town, I figured I was on my own. As it turned out, however, that was far from the case.

When I arrived at the office my voicemail light was flashing. That is hardly unusual. What was different was the message was from Cindy. That made my heart leap as I heard her voice. She said she figured I wasn't too happy about Jon being gone and wanted to know if I wanted to come over tonight. She said she would be home at 7:30 again and maybe we could play again. I knew what her definition of play was and I felt myself lubricating at the thought. Fine, I thought. If I can't play with Jon, I'll play with his assistant. Suddenly my whole outlook on the day changed. But that wasn't the only thing to make my day better, although when the phone rang at first I feared for the worst.

The caller-id on my desk phone showed that the call was from Hendrick's house. Several ideas raced through my head upon seeing that. First, did he really not go out of town? Maybe he didn't want Cindy involved in our special occasion. Second, if he was out of town, why was Mrs. Hendrick calling me? Did she find out about us? Had she seen me with George and Robert? I panicked and almost didn't pick up the phone. But I decided that was stupid and answered. It was Toni Hendrick but she wasn't calling for the reason I thought.

Toni greeted me warmly and apologized for calling me at the office. That was a nice touch considering her husband basically owned me now. I told her calling was not a problem. She said she wanted to talk to me about a sensitive matter. I said sure and asked what was on her mind. She said she'd rather do it in person instead of over the phone. Now I was getting nervous again. "Choose a public place where she can't make a scene," I kept thinking. She asked if I could come back to the house later today and like a fool I agreed. She told me to come by anytime as she would be home all day and I told her I could come around 11. After I hung up I had a vision of her killing me in "self-defense" or in a crime of passion. But now I was stuck. I had to go.

I was distracted the rest of the morning thinking about what she could possibly want. I couldn't decide whether I should be early, late or on time but I did know I was taking that damn plug out of my ass before I went. I decided on being a few minutes early. When I arrived, I met a statuesque brunette walking down the driveway. She was a couple of year older than Toni but no less beautiful. She introduced herself as Laurie, the neighbor across the street. I introduced myself, but I struggled to look her in the eyes. I was too busy looking at her boobs. Like Toni she had obviously had some major work done. However where Toni looks large but not too large and almost natural, Lori's breasts were huge. I'm talking porn star huge like in the movies my ex-husband used to watch. The rest of her body was fit and trim. I had no doubt that like Toni, Laurie spent every day in a gym. She didn't seem taken aback by my obvious staring at her body. I guess she got that all the time. She said goodbye and continued down the driveway. I watched her tight ass as she walked. I guessed she was accustomed to that too. I had to regain my composure and then I walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

Toni answered the door. I was half expecting a servant to greet me, but instead a bubbling, happy wife opened the door. She had on a tiny bikini top. It was jet black and exposed the inside half of her boobs almost to the nipple. Having just caught myself staring at Laurie's expansive chest I now had to deal with Toni practically exposing her silicon beauties at me. Down below she was wear a black sarong which wrapped around her shapely hips exposing her left thigh and angling down to almost her right knee. I had no doubt her bikini bottom would be as small as its matching top. Why was she dressed like this? Laurie was dressed normal. What did Toni really want from me?

As I said she was bubbly and happy. She explained that she was about to lie out and work on her tan by their pool. She asked if I had met Laurie and I said I did. She said Laurie just stopped by to give her opinion on her new suit. Toni did a slow twirl and asked for my judgment. I couldn't just come out and say I thought she (and her friend) were sexy as hell and looking at them was making me wet. Nor could I say I was disappointed in her husband leaving town and not giving me the satisfaction he had promised. No, all I could say was that suit looked great on her. 

I then regained my composure and tried to steer the conversation back to why she had invited me over in the first place, namely legal advice. Toni told me one of her friends has a problem, but before she continued, she told me to grab a suit from the guest bedroom and to join her by the pool. She said we could talk while we tanned. Without waiting for an answer she turned and walked toward the back of the house.

I looked at the staircase leading to the bedrooms. Just three days ago I walked up those stairs but for a very different reason. I couldn't get a sense if Toni knew what I had done at the party or whether I was having an affair with her husband. But I was kind of stuck and knew I had to see this afternoon through. As I crossed the threshold into the bedroom where Robert and George had so effectively expanded my horizons, I felt a wave of excitement sweep over me. Just like Cindy had predicted, I remembered how they had pistoned me between them and how hard I came. I walked along the bed and slid my hand along the comforter remembering the feeling.

Then I snapped back to reality. Toni was expecting me and she would not imagine it to take me long to change. I looked in the closet, but there were no suits hanging up. Then I checked the dresser and there were a couple to choose from. They were various sizes and I found two that should fit. One was a bikini, not as revealing as Toni's but still more revealing than I normally would wear. The second was a one piece and fairly conservative. 

Normally I would have chosen the one piece, especially for a "business" meeting. But I suspected the "legal advice" excuse was just that. An excuse. I'm sure Toni suspected me of something, although I wasn't sure of what. I decided to wear the bikini to show I wasn't intimidated by her. Granted although I'm good looking for my age, I didn't have the hard body of a gym rat, but as I looked at myself in the mirror I had to admit I filled out the suit nicely. It was time to find out what this meeting was all about.

I found Toni on a lounge chair on the pool deck. She had removed her sarong. As I suspected, her bikini bottom was a tiny thing which barely covered her public region. It was little more than a g-string which matched her top. She was wearing dark sunglasses. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or up at the sky. There was a matching chair next to her with a towel on it. There was a small table between the chairs with a pitcher of lemonade. There were two glasses. Hers was half full with ice and the yellowish liquid. I poured myself a glass and sat down. When I took my first swig I realized there was a strong concentration of vodka in the lemonade. I'd have to watch myself I mused.

The late morning sun was blazing as we laid out worshiping it. We talked some business, but mostly I got the impression Toni was trying to get to know me and find out what I was all about. She wasn't blatantly interrogating me but neither was just using friendly get to know you chit chat. By the time I was on my second lemonade I could feel my tongue loosening. The heat, the alcohol and the comfortable lounge chair posture was conspiring to relax me more than I had been in a long time.

By the time I'd finished the second glass I was feeling no pain and didn't think it was strange when Toni asked if I minded if she removed her top. She said she didn't want to get tan lines on her breasts. The last thing I needed was an excuse to see her topless. I was already horny and I knew I was flirting with disaster because I was there in the first place. But of course I just replied "not a problem," and then I watched as she sat up and untied the string from her bikini top.

I did still have the good sense not to stare while she did that. In fact I made sure to avert my eyes during the unveiling. In my peripheral vision I could see her reclining back into her chair. But I could not make out the details of her marvelous breasts. I was thinking about her breasts and trying to determine just how long I should wait before looking over so I wasn't making it obvious. Then she hit me with the inevitable.

"The sun feels great. Why don't you take your top off too?"

I should have known that was coming. My mind was now reeling trying to decide if she was trying to seduce me (I was open to that by this point) or whether she was just being truthful that it did feel great to expose one's self to the sun so fully.

While I pondered this lofty dilemma, Toni turned up the heat by sliding her tiny bikini bottom off too. This time she didn't ask for my approval and she didn't comment that it felt great. I was pretty sure the seduction option was what was going through her mind, but she made no effort to look at me or convince me to follow her lead. She just laid there soaking in the hot rays of the sun. She seemed not to care one way or the other.

I definitely cared, however. With each breath her chest swelled pushing her magnificent silicon augmented breasts skyward. Rising and falling hypnotically my full attention was drawn to her hard nipples. Beads of sweat were forming and her body now seemed to glisten in the scorching sun. I'm sure she knew exactly the effect she was having on me as I struggled not to think nasty thoughts of what I wanted to do to her and what I wanted her to do to me. When she finally did speak, it wasn't the comment I was expecting.

"Do you want me to mix up another pitcher of lemonade? She asked.

More alcohol was either exactly what I needed or a terrible idea. But I was so horny from looking at her I knew that if she made any moves on me I would respond in kind immediately so I told her another pitcher would be great. At least if I was drunk I'd have that excuse, I figured. Toni stood up and picked up the almost empty pitcher. She poured the remaining tasty liquid, mostly water from the melted ice with just a little vodka and lemonade remaining, into my glass. When she did that, she bent over slightly giving me a front row view of her tits. Before she turned to leave I had a similar view of her hairless pussy and as she walked back to the house I turned to watch her ass. God it was firm. It had to be the tightest ass I'd ever seen. I slumped back onto the chase lounge and closed my eyes trying to get a grip on myself. 

When she returned I quickly drank the mostly ice water mixture from my glass so she could refill it with another round of spiked lemonade. Taking a sip of the new batch, my mouth burned a bit and I instantly realized the alcohol content was increased.

"You might want to let the ice melt a bit," Toni said. "I made this batch a little stronger."

I had figured one more glass would be enough to completely shed my inhibitions, but now that the mixture was stronger, that might have really put me in a dangerous place. Toni went back to her sun worship. I went back to watching her breasts rise and fall, although my gaze was frequently distracted by the drops of sweat forming on her belly and thighs. I sipped the lemonade as often as I dared. The ice was melting quickly and the alcohol was no longer quite so strong tasting. I noticed Toni's glass was still full and that she was not drinking any of it. I started to feel more and more relaxed as a wave of euphoria began to wash over me. I continued to me mesmerized by her breasts. Their silicon enhancement mean they defied gravity standing up proudly in a way mine never would. I was now openly staring at them. Almost absentmindedly Toni began to twirl her finger against her right nipple. Slowly and gentle she ran her fingernail along the edge of her nipple making it stand proud above her mass of boob flesh. I knew this was not an accident, but I could no more stop looking than I could fly to safety.

Seemingly out of the blue she said, "I love my breasts, don't you?"

I felt unable to respond at first. Although I knew she was trying to seduce me, the bluntness of her question stunned me. I fumbled for the right response, but all I could come up with was, "Yes, they are spectacular."

Toni never looked at me. She continued to just lay on her back staring at the sky. Or maybe her eyes were closed. I couldn't tell due to her dark sunglasses. But I'm sure she knew I was staring at her. I watched as she grabbed an ice cube out of her glass and then swirled it around her areole. She continued to talk in a soft, relaxing tone.

"My surgeon is a genius. I had heard that women often lose nipple sensitivity when they have their boobs done, but I think my nipples are more sensitive now. I just barely have to touch them and I get all tingly. "

I swallowed hard as I watched the ice melting in her hand against her nipple. I grabbed my glass and took a big swig of the strong liquid. I didn't know how to respond or even if she expected me to.

"Have you ever thought of having your breasts done, Sandra?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she offered, "I think you would look amazing."

I was hesitant to respond. Yes I had thought about it, but at my age I figured I was too old for that kind of thing. Then Toni shocked me again.

"Can I confess something, Sandra?" she asked. Again she didn't wait for an answer. "I saw you with George and Robert at the party."

I was undone. She knew. She continued to tell me the story.

"I was just about to fall asleep and from my bathroom I heard someone having a good time in the guest bedroom. I was sure it wasn't Jon, but I wanted to know who it was so I crept down the hallway and quietly opened the door a couple of inches."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting her to say at this point. She told me that she couldn't believe I was there with both of them and that she had been dreaming about being with two guys for a long time, but that her husband was not adventurous in bed and he would never go for a three-way.

I was stunned. First, because I knew Mr. Hendrick pretty well at that point and I could guarantee he enjoyed three-ways. Of course his preference was for two women so maybe she was right. Second, the way she looked, I knew she would have no trouble finding two men to fuck her. Oh well, maybe life as a trophy wife isn't all that great I snickered to myself.

I tried to make up an excuse and apologize for acting so inappropriately in her house, but she would have none of it. She told me she was happy somebody "got fucked properly" at the party since she was mostly involved with her vibrator these days. I was starting to think Hendrick was saving all his energy for the office. Toni was still fiddling with her nipples and I was still watching her. But my mind was now drifting to the image of her pleasuring herself with her vibrator. My breathing was starting to become labored and my arousal more acute.

"Like I said," she continued in her hypnotic tone, "I saw you fucking them and I got so wet. I wanted to play with myself right there in the hallway but I didn't dare."

There was a switch. I was ready to play with myself from just watching her sunbath and now she was confessing that she wanted to masturbate from watching me.

"I quietly shut the door and ran back to my bedroom. I grabbed my most powerful vibe, turned it on high and think I probably came before you did. I'm sorry for telling you all of that, but I thought you should know."

This wasn't my first time being seduced. I knew she didn't have to tell me her story unless she was hoping to turn me on. Of course it worked. My juices were soaking her tiny bikini bottoms she had lent me. I was very tempted to just move over to her and go down on her. I knew that was where this conversation was going and that we were going to end up in bed together, but I wanted to see just how she would "convince" me to have sex with her.

Her seduction was now more of a game. She asked me again if I had ever thought of having my breasts augmented. Then she came in for the kill.

"You really should do it. Here, feel mine," she said while cupping them from underneath and holding them to me like an offering."

How could I resist such a fine offer? I stood from my lounger and knelt down next to hers. The concrete pool desk was hot on my knees, but I didn't care. I cautiously began to touch her. She gave me a brief running commentary on her surgery until she recognized that wasn't necessary. Then she began to moan. I began to flick her nipples and I saw her hips begin to rotate.

"On God, Sandra," she said between heavy breaths. "That feels so good. Please suck on my nipples."

That was a request I gladly accommodated. I then heard the sounds of her fingers in her pussy. She was very squishy sounding. I was happy she was turned on. I would like to say we had a wild lesbian romp throughout the house using every imaginable toy to pleasure each other for hours. We didn't. She did cum as I nibbled on her nipples and her fingers worked their magic on her clit and pussy. I guess she was as turned on trying to seduce me as I was being seduced. She then had me lay back in on my chair while she pulled off my bikini bottom and ate me to a very satisfying climax. She definitely had pussy eating skills. I then returned the favor. Sliding two fingers and licking her clit ferociously. She was grabbing my hair and pulling me down on her in no time. I expected her to return the favor again, but she said she had a friend coming over and we would have to curtail our carnal activities.




Sandra's New Client Ch. 03



She told me some of the other wives in the neighborhood got together about once a week for fun time away from their husbands. She said they would be happy to meet me. I asked if Laurie, the woman I met when I arrived was one of them. Toni said she was. The thought of having that goddess between my legs was very appealing so I told her to let me know when the next meeting was. 

We walked naked into the house holding hands and up to the bedroom to get dressed. Just as we were finishing the doorbell rang. Toni sprinted out of the room to answer the door. I followed at a leisurely pace. Toni introduced me to Stephanie, another stunning young woman, who lived up the street. I shook her hand before remember it was coated with Toni's juices. I'd wiped it off, but I had not washed yet so I'm sure I stink-palmed her. She didn't seem to mind. She probably knew why Toni had invited me over. 

Toni told Stephanie she had to grab her purse then they could leave. I would have liked to have gone with them, but I wasn't invited. I didn't know if Stephanie was part of Toni's little group (I hoped she was) so I didn't press the issue. Back in my car I reflected on the beauty of the two women I'd met at Toni's house. This neighborhood almost seemed like Stepford where all the men were powerful and all their wives were beautiful. Of course I could attest that Toni wasn't a robot 

As I continued to reflect on my afternoon with Toni, it struck me that while she was beautiful and fun and our sex while still taboo (I felt like I was cheating on Mr. Hendrick) it was kind of bland. Sure I came and came hard, but it wasn't the same as when I was with Jon or Cindy. In fact, even though I'd just spent a couple of hours with Toni, the thought of being with Cindy again tonight had my pussy leaking juices again. I ended up parking in front of her house at 7pm. I had a half hour to wait while she finished her workout. A half hour to fantasize about what she might do to me. A half hour to think about the dildos she had mounted to the wall and how much fun it would be to be between them. I hoped she would use her strap-on on me again and treat me as roughly as Toni had been gentle. I needed a good hard fucking and I was praying Cindy would not disappoint.

My head was swirling with all these fantasies and my arousal was building to a fever pitch. Finally at 7:45 I saw Cindy's car turn the corner. The extra 15 minutes may not sound like much, but I could have probably cum 5 times if I had allowed my fingers to roam where they wanted to go. Cindy pulled into her garage. I got out of the car and sprinted up the driveway before she could shut it. I was stripping out of my clothes even before the garage door started to close. Cindy was laughing at my haste as she slowly removed her clothes after the door was shut.

"Somebody is excited for playtime," she exclaimed.

"I need some of your special loving," I confessed. "I played with Toni Hendrick today but it's just not the same as with you."

"She can get a little wild," Cindy corrected me. "But usually she is a tame little kitten. So we are both naked in my garage. I have to go fuck Anthony and Tim. What did you have in mind?"

I watched as she dropped to her knees in preparation for crawling into the house. I dropped down beside her to mimic her actions.

"I was hoping to use Anthony and Tim also," I told her feeling my face blush a little. "Then I was hoping you would tie me up again and fuck me with your strap-on."

"Somebody has been having lusty naughty thoughts and need some special attention," she said. 

Cindy then gave me a smoldering look that told me that she knew exactly what I needed and was prepared to provide for me. We then crawled into her house. I had the privilege of following behind her and watching her ass and dew covered pussy. I knew I was dripping even more with anticipation of what was to come. We rounded the corner to the hallway where her dildos were mounted to the wall.

"I heard about George and Robert tag teaming you at the party. You loved it didn't you?" she asked rhetorically. "You're hooked already. I can see it in your eyes. I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight."



Sandra's New Client Ch. 04



It felt so good to be with Cindy where I could be free to be myself. I loved my afternoon making tender love to Toni, but I craved something rougher. Even meeting Toni's neighbors had me thinking wicked thoughts about how I would love to kneel before them in submission instead of just lapping away at Toni's pussy. But I had other priorities. I needed to fuck Cindy's wall mounted dildos Anthony and Tim and get myself off. Then I had to convince her to tie me to her bed and use me as she pleased. 

Fortunately Cindy seemed to be on the same page. She told me she had to go first. Master Hendrick was very specific that she was to fuck herself immediately upon returning home. I was treated to a repeat performance of the first time I saw her impaled on the thick black dildos. She rocked between them and I think I got as wet watching as she did using them. She must have liked having me watch because she came very quickly. She was panting as she dismounted her dildos. She sat on the floor for a moment looking at me and then got up.

"Have a good time," she told me. "I'll be right back."

I didn't even watch her walk away. I was too busy getting into position between the fake cocks on my hands and knees. Memories of Hendrick's party flooded back into my brain as both my pussy and mouth were filled. I mounted the pair of stallions 180 degrees from how Cindy had so her flavor still hung heavy on the dildo in my mouth and I savored every drop. She may have been aided by my watching her, but my arousal level had been high all afternoon and I didn't need her to help me get myself off. I started slowly rocking back and forth between the dildos until I felt confident in my body placement. Then I started to buck like a wild woman. Looking up I noticed the LED light on her remote webcam was on. I wondered if she was watching or if I was being broadcast to Master Jon or the web. It didn't matter to me. It was a turn on that somebody was watching me fuck myself. I pulled my mouth off the dildo and grabbed it like I was giving it a hand job. That gave me the ability to look up at the camera. I'm sure my face betrayed the level of lust I was feeling as I jerked the cock and mouthed "I need you. Please fuck me," to the webcam. I then went down on the dildo again.

I hoped Hendrick was watching and was jerking his own cock as I shuddered through a messy orgasm. It felt so right to fuck myself in that hallway. I knew I would have to setup a similar arrangement in my house. Like Cindy, I dismounted and lay on the floor to recover. Without the need to get up, however, I stayed there until she returned a few minutes later. She had transformed herself from naked slave-girl to leather clad mistress. And she looked good. It made my pussy drool again in anticipation.

Cindy was wearing a leather corset that hugged her like a second skin with cutouts for her nipples which were standing at attention and begging to be sucked. Down below she wore no panties, but did have stay up black stockings and thigh high leather boots. Her pussy looked like it was still oozing from the fucking she gave herself and I was sure I would soon have my tongue plumbing her depths. She was also holding a leather collar and two sets of leather cuffs. It was like she could read my mind.

I expected her to take me to her bed, bind me and then fuck me with her strap-on. I was perfectly fine with that, but Cindy had other plans. She led me to her kitchen. That seemed like a strange destination but I wasn't about to complain. Her townhome had a nicely appointed kitchen with granite countertops in a U shape and an island countertop in the center. Cindy brought me over to the larger corner and had me hop onto the counter. She then went about attaching the cuffs to my wrists and ankles and finally attached the thick collar around my neck. I was sitting with my legs down and arms at my sides passively allowing her to make me up as she saw fit. She then told me she would be right back and to not go anywhere. I thought it funny she said that as I had no intention of going anywhere. I sat quietly and looked around the kitchen for any hidden implements of terror she may be about to employ on me. 

She returned with another handful of items. The first to be used were two carabineers. Cindy had me lift my legs and spread them so they pointed down the countertop. Basically my body mirrored the 90 degree turn of the countertop with my legs open at a right angle. Of course this left my pussy completely exposed to her gaze and use. She then took my right wrist and clipped the carabineer through the cuff's D-ring. She then did the same to my left wrist. I wondered where my wrists were about to be attached. 

Instead of finishing with my arms, however, Cindy went to work on my nipples. First she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of whipped cream. I'd never used food in my sexual activities before and when she sprayed the fluffy cream on my nipples and then licked it off I felt great. Then she did it again. Needless to say my nipples were standing up at attention which obviously was her goal. I watched with apprehension as she fed the thin chain holding two nipple clamps together through the collar's D-ring. It was barely long enough to reach my nipples if they were tugged upward just enough to make me remember how I wished the chain was two inches longer. Of course any time I moved my head I would also be pulling on my tender nipples.

My pussy was flowing with love juice as Cindy continued to prepare me. She now took my right leg and pushed against it forcing me to bend my knee. I couldn't grasp why she was doing it until once my ankle was near my butt, she grabbed my wrist and clipped it to my ankle cuff. This forced me to bend over slightly. As she touched my left leg I lifted it myself without her having to push. I knew it was going to happen anyway so why fight it. Once it was secured I was bent over a little more on top, but my butt was forced out toward the edge of the counter pushing my pussy even further to the forefront. I wondered how she even though of this position. 

Once again the whipped crème was in her hand. This time she sprayed some in my mouth and before I could swallow it all she gave me a passionate French kiss and took some for herself. Then she sprayed my nipples again, although she didn't lick it off. My clit got the same treatment and then she pushed the nozzle into my pussy and filled me with a generous helping. Oh how I hoped she would clean me with her tongue. Instead it was another command not to go anywhere and she walked out again.

I hated her at that moment for making me wait. But I knew she wouldn't leave me for long. She was obviously enjoying herself and was feeding a switch personality that reveled in having a slave girl of her own. When she returned there were three things that caught my eye. The first two were in left hand. She held a riding crop and a cat-o-nine tails. I wasn't sure how I had earned a punishment but apparently I had. The second item, in her right hand, was a thick black dildo with straps hanging from the bottom. It wasn't the strap-on molded on Master Jon's cock. The straps were not right and I had not seen this one before. Cindy laid it on the counter

"You may be wondering what I'm doing," Cindy said. I nodded. "I do so enjoy punishing a beautiful woman so I'm going to do so. After that we're going to fuck. If you're a good girl, I'll let you cum. Deal?"

I knew a verbal answer wasn't really necessary. I watched as the crop joined the dildo on the counter. With cat in hand, Cindy started slowly spinning it round and round. The lashes on this cat were wide. I knew it would hurt, but it could have been worse. The first place she hit me was on the right shin. The cat wrapped around my leg so it also got my calf. Even though she didn't swing it very hard, it stung. I grunted and stared into her eyes. I was determined not to give her the satisfaction of making me yell.

She started swinging the cat again. She seemed to enjoy making me watch the tail loop round and round as I anticipated when she might snap her wrist and send the leather straps into my tender skin. She was working on the lower sections of my legs and on my inner thighs. They were the most exposed parts of my body to the lash. She left my tits alone, for the moment. Maybe she was afraid she'd hit my face as bent over as I was in her bondage. I say momentarily because once she was satisfied with the pain she caused my legs, she switched to the crop which had much better control. Now she could get up close and personal with my breasts, my butt cheeks, the edges of my pussy and eventually directly on my clit and nipples. My pride of taking the cat nearly silently was long gone by the time the crop landed squarely on my clit. My breaths were coming short and fast and the sting of her crop put my senses on overload. I was panting between blows and screaming after them. The whipped cream that had remained on my nipples and pussy was flying off the crop and splattering on the cabinets and counters.

The combination of the clamps on my nipples and the kiss of the crop were particularly cruel. I felt myself getting dizzy and was starting to think I was going to pass out when she stopped. She clearly knew just how much I could take. She had brought me to the edge and then backed down. After setting down the crop she loosened the clamps. A new searing pain shot through my body as the blood returned, but the feeling passed quickly. Finally, I hoped, she was going to use the dildo on me.

But much like the rest of her plans, the dildo was for her pleasure not mine. Once my nipples were free, Cindy unclipped my wrists from my ankles and helped me get off the counter. I was unsteady at first, but she helped me back to her living room where she told me to lay down. She then had me put my wrists behind my back where she clipped them together. My ankles were also clipped together. Relatively speaking it wasn't a strict bondage, but it was effective. Cindy then took the dildo and I soon realized why the straps looked different. This one was designed to be worn on the chin. 

"I know you would love me to fuck you right now sweetie," Cindy said looking down at me. "But I really need some cock right now. I hope you don't mind?"

Cindy attached the dildo to my chin. It stood up obscenely and filled my field of vision. Cindy didn't waste any time straddling my head and sliding down its length. The first time she moved back up I could see it glistening with her juices.

I didn't mind so much that she was taking pleasure for herself. I had a great view of her pussy sliding up and down and got a noseful of her arousal scent with each pass. What I minded was with my hands bound behind me I couldn't finger myself. Cindy continued to bounce up and down on the fake cock and seemed to get louder and louder with each circuit as her moans of pleasure began to reverberate off the wall. Just when I thought she couldn't take any more and was going to cum, she stopped. I understood why she would stop me from cumming, but why would she do it to herself. She was giggling as she dismounted my face.

"I almost forgot. I'll be right back."

What did she forget? Why did she remember right then?

I watched as she hustled back toward the kitchen. She returned quickly with her crop. I doubted it was for me to use on her.

This time she mounted the dildo in a reverse cowboy. Instead of getting the treat of her pussy in my face every second or so I now got her ass. Before you worry, she had showered in the gym and kept herself clean, but still, it was her ass. I didn't have much time to think about such things as she began to tap the crop on my clit in time with her fuck cadence. She wasn't hitting me, but she was sure letting me know the crop was there and ready to strike. I couldn't see when she might be about to put more force to her strike and when she was just going to tease me.

Suddenly without warning she snapped the crop square on my clit. I howled in pain against the base of the chin dildo. The next strike hit my left inner thigh and then my right. Looking up at her ass rising and falling above my head I realized what was happening. The juices running down the shaft of the dildo had suddenly gotten more copious. Although she wasn't making the noises I was expecting she was obviously cumming on it. She continued to use the crop on my clit while she bounced up and down on the fuckstick. I was hoping she would finish soon as I was in agony, both from the pain and from the denial of pleasure. Finally she stopped and sat down fully impaled and just wiggled as her orgasm consumed her completely. She stopped hitting me then for which I was thankful. Once she recovered she rolled off the dildo and onto the floor next to me.

Breathlessly she said, "I know you want me to fuck you right now and you have earned it, but I'm too wiped out right now. Give me some time to recover."

"Just unhook my hands and give me the dildo and we will call it even," I told her.

"No, I have a better idea," she said her voice starting to find its way back.

I watched as she stood up and walked back to the bedroom. She returned with an egg dangling from her hand. I knew I was in for more teasing before she would let me cum. Turning the egg on low she slid it into my pussy.

"That will keep you on simmer while I rest for a while. Don't go anywhere."

I didn't give her the pleasure of hearing how pissed off I was at her at that moment. I'd done everything she wanted to get her where she just had an explosive orgasm and now she wanted me to wait. The egg was buzzing away in my pussy as she walked out of room and turned off the light. I was left bound naked in her living room being teased to count the minutes until she returned. It was pure torture as the egg was never going to get me off. It was just strong enough to keep my arousal on high and keep my brain thinking nasty thought. Cindy may have been resting, but I was not. Every nerve in my body was firing signals to my brain. I was desperate for attention, but like a good slave girl I had to hang on until she decided I could cum. I was going to get back at her somehow. But my revenge would have to wait.

Eventually I heard Cindy's shower turn on. I guess she had recovered enough to wash the remnants of her turn as my domme off her body. She returned to me wearing a white satin robe looking pure and innocent. Well as innocent as she could look with the bulge of strap-on I had been craving protruding out the front. She was stroking it like a guy proud of his appendage.

"I'm sure you're ready to fuck now Sandra," she said. "I've got lots more games we can play, but I want to take your edge off first so let's get this thing in you." 

She left the cuffs clipped as they were but rolled me onto my belly, pulled out the egg and then lifted my hips so she could take me doggie style. It was a fast and furious fuck. She wasn't being subtle and I didn't want her to be. She pounded me. That was the only way to describe it. She took me with a frenzied pace and I bucked back against her begging for more. It was a beautiful moment in stark contrast to the gentle lovemaking I had at Toni's house some 12 hours earlier. 

My orgasm was fast to build and hit me like a ton of bricks. The hours of punishment and teasing had left my body craving exactly what she was giving me and it responded. I felt dizzy again and the room went black. I woke up alone again, but this time the lights were on and my pussy was still full. Looking back I saw Cindy had unbuckled the straps, but left the strap-on in me. I had no idea how long I'd blacked out, but apparently it wasn't long. Cindy came back from the kitchen holding a glass of tea looking angelic in her robe, this time without the huge fake cock.

"Well that was fun," she said. I had to agree.

Cindy did have a few more games for us to play that night. Before she released my hands, but after releasing my ankles she had me eat her pussy while she sipped her tea. She then put a dildo with a suction cup base on the living room table and had me fuck it while she made a video for Master Jon. This time I could go at my pace and milked the experience for all it was worth. Finally she clipped a leash to my collar and had me crawl behind her to her bedroom where she stuck a big plug in my ass, hogtied me and told me to get some sleep. In the morning she replaced the plug with her strap-on and fucked my ass for about 15 minutes before letting me shower and go to work. All it all it was a good day and a great night, although I was worn out as I staggered into the office. I needed coffee and I needed to let my body rest. Of course, in my new life, I should have known that was not going to happen.

When I got to my desk there was an email from Jon. He said he heard all about last night and that he enjoyed watching the video Cindy shot. He didn't mention knowing about me sleeping with his wife. He said his business was going to delay him another day. He also commanded me to meet him at the airport. He told me to dress in a black suit like a limo driver and to make a sign to hold with his name on it. I knew exactly what the drivers looked like waiting by the baggage claim to find their fares. He told me not to wear underwear as he intended to have some fun on the drive home. 

I reread the email. He intended to play with me in the car on the way to his house. Why did I get the feeling he wanted his wife to see me in disheveled clothes so she would be jealous? I was starting to see a pattern emerge. I was sleeping with both of them but neither of them knew that. I was having an affair with both partners and they both thought their spouse was being faithful. This was too weird. I knew I couldn't tell either of them I was fucking their spouse, yet Mr. Hendrick seemed happy to put me in a situation where his wife might find out. I knew she had seen me fucking at their party, but she didn't realize it was under her husband's command. Now she would see me deliver him home and know I was not a limo driver. My head was spinning. Maybe he would just have me drop him at the end of the driveway or maybe he knew she would not be home when we arrived. 

I had to get a hold of myself and get some work done. Just as I closed the email, though, my phone rang. It was Hendrick's house which meant it was Toni on the other end of the line. This could not be good, I thought. I let the call go to voicemail. I just couldn't talk to her right then.

After the light on my phone started blinking indicating I had a message, I took a couple of deep breaths and picked up the receiver. Toni sounded chipper as ever telling me the wives club was having a lunch meeting and that I was invited. She told me to be at her place about noon. She said we would be out by the pool again so I should wear my own bikini. She didn't say it but I knew she meant wear my most revealing bikini. I also knew the "wives club" was a group of her neighborhood trophy wives who got together for the kind of sex their husbands couldn't provide. I admit this intrigued me as I was disappointed in how Toni and I hooked up. I was also attracted to the two club members I had met at her house. Certainly hooking up with them would be more satisfying that being with Toni had been.

I looked at my schedule and other than a client meeting at 9:30, I was clear. It was easy enough to hide my billing using the Hendrick account so I called Toni back and told her I would be happy to attend. I was already dripping by the time I dialed her number.

I stopped at home and grabbed my smallest bathing suit and a towel. It was a French cut bikini that left little to the imagination. I arrived at Toni's about 11:50. She gave me a big hug after she swung open the door. She was wearing the same bikini/sarong combo she had worn yesterday when she seduced me. She seemed disappointed that I wasn't already wearing my suit, although I could hardly have worn it while driving over, I mused. She told me she didn't want to be late. Her voice had a more authoritarian tone to it from what I remembered the day before. She told me to go change quickly and gave my butt a love tap as I walked past her. She didn't spank me hard at all, but I could feel her palm on my ass the entire way to the guest bedroom.




Sandra's New Client Ch. 04



I was soon out of my business suit and putting on the bikini when Toni yelled from downstairs to hurry up. She told me not to worry about my clothes that I could pick them up after the party when I came back to get my car. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I looked pretty hot. I walked downstairs hopefully to Toni's approval. She looked me up and down and smiled.

"I hope I look as good as you when I'm your age," she said. I didn't think she had much to worry about. I expected to walk across the street to one of her neighbors houses, but instead we went to the garage. 

"We're going to Becky's house. She is hosting today. It's not far, but I don't feel like walking." 

Toni was right. Becky did just live about three blocks away. I don't think it was the distance was the reason for driving. It was the fact that Toni had the air conditioner blasting. Looking over it seemed like her vents were closed diverting all the cold air to the passenger vents, both of which appeared to have been preaimed to where my breasts would be. The result was predictable. When we walked up to Becky's front door, Toni was gorgeous as ever and my nipples were hard as rocks threatening to burst through my bikini top. At least I'd make a good first impression.

I was expecting Becky to greet up but instead a young Latin girl dressed in a maid's costume opened the door. She looked like she was 18 or 19 years old. She had long black hair, dark eyes and was fit and trim. She spoke broken English but she greeted us warmly. She obviously knew Toni and she was friendly to me as well. She did not introduce herself and Toni didn't bother to tell me her name. She led us to the family room where Laurie, Stephanie and another beautiful, young, fake boobed, rail thin woman stood chatting with them. This must be Becky I surmised. As soon as she saw us enter she broke off her conversation and gave Toni a tight hug. She then turned her attention to me looking me up and down.

"You must be Sandra," she exclaimed pulling me into an equally tight embrace that she had giving Toni. "I've heard so many good things about you. I'm so glad you could make it to our party."

"Thank you Becky," I said. "It's great to be here. You have a wonderful house."

"Thanks. That's nice of you to say. I'll make sure you get a tour later. Did Toni fill you in on what our party is about?"

"Sort of," I replied. "She said you get together to give each other the pleasure your husbands can not give you."

"I guess that is one way to say it, although I've never had any complaints about how my husband provides for me."

"Neither have I," chimed in Laurie. "He's great in the sack."

Everybody laughed and I chuckled as I realized Laurie just admitted fucking Becky's husband and she didn't seem to care. This was turning into quite an interesting group. Becky continued explaining how the group worked.

"We get together every couple of weeks. We usually sit out by the pool or swim, have a few glasses of wine and then pair off for some more intimate games. We then usually switch partners a little later."

"That sounds good to me," I told everyone.

"Of course, to join the group you have to pass an initiation of sorts. You have to have some special skills."

I looked around at the four women. I wondered what kind of special skills they were talking about. 

"What kind of special skills," I asked.

"For one thing," Becky said. "I am interested to see what you would do if I did this."

She took me back in her crushing embrace. With one arm around my shoulders, she slid her other arm down and cupped my butt with her hand. At the same time she began to kiss me with a fiery determination. I kissed her back not wanting to appear like I wasn't up to her challenge. I was lost in her passion and didn't even feel my bikini top being untied. When we broke our clutch, a long string of spit hanging in the air between our mouths and my top fell off.

The women all laughed at me as my hand instinctively came up to cover my breasts. Now it was Stephanie's turn to kiss me. She wasn't as persuasive as Becky, but as she came forward for her embrace she grabbed both my hands and pulled my arms behind my back before our lips locked. Of course the feeling of her holding me like this and taking what she wanted had my knees turning to jelly. I'm sure she could feel my resistance to her melting as her tongue probed ever deeper into my mouth. I was hoping someone would take this opportunity to cuff my wrists together. I could think of nothing better right then than to submit to these beautiful and powerful women.

As Stephanie finished kissing me Laurie came up from my backside and wrapped her arms around me cupping my breasts. She began lightly kissing the back of my neck while she played with my nipples. As I have told you before I absolutely love being held like that. These women all seemed to know exactly how to push my buttons. Toni now appeared before me and asked if I liked her friends. I giggled like a school girl assuring them I did and asking whether I could join their group.

Becky was the first to respond. "Well let's get on to seeing if you have any skills we can use. Alida, we are ready to be served," she called out.

Almost immediately the maid reappeared. This time she was carrying a silver tray holding a number of vibrators. As she walked past me I also noticed nipple clamps, a blindfold, a set of handcuffs and a woman's panty in a Ziploc freezer bag. I watched as Alida set the try down on the coffee table. She then turned and walked out of the room. This time Toni spoke.

"I told my friends you were a good pussy licker. That is the first test. If you can't eat pussy, you're no good to the club. So to begin, you are going to get all of us off."

I saw Laurie pick up the handcuffs. "Behind your back please," she told me while pointing to my arms. 

I quickly put my arms behind my back and turned so she could snap the cuffs into place easier.

"You were right, Toni," Stephanie said with joy. 

Toni didn't respond and Stephanie didn't clarify what Toni had been correct about. I wondered if all of the women had to go through this same ritual or if I was special. Stephanie spoke again. "On your knees please, but lose the bikini bottom first."

I started to move my arms before I realized the futility of trying to take off the bikini bottoms myself. Looking at the group I tried to decide if they were looking for me to ask for help as a sub would (begging) or just as someone playing around would. I opted for that latter. "Um, a little help please," I said trying not to sound sarcastic.

Becky called out for Alida again who returned and knelt down in front of me. She looked so innocent on her knees in front of me as she tugged at the bottom of my swim suit. I had no doubt she was far from innocent as I saw her lick her lips as my puffy pink pussy lips came into view. I was tempted to lean forward and see if I could press myself against her face and wondered what she would do if I did. But I was still learning their game so I held back. While she didn't touch me, Alida did blow her hot breath across my vulnerable pussy causing me to jump a bit. In broken English she told the group "You've got a live one." She then stood up and walked out of the room.

As soon as Alida began to walk away from me I did as instructed and dropped to my knees. Immediately my eyes were covered with the blindfold. I was now truly theirs to do with as they pleased. I could hear the sound of the women moving around. Becky then spoke to me.

"Sandra, your first task is to learn how all our pussies taste. You will need to learn to identify us without the aid of sight or the feel of your fingers. That is why you are cuffed and blindfolded."

I was sure there were other reasons for both things but I played along.

"The first thing we're going to do is give you a reference sample. Think of it like a scent dog being given the odor of a criminal he is supposed to find. After you get the scent, you have to find the woman."

I didn't have time to answer or even really think about what she was saying before a very pungent and still damp panty was forced over my nose. Whoever was holding the panty had one hand cupping my chin keeping my mouth shut while her other hand was forcing the crotch of the panty tight against my nose. The aroma was strong. I knew these panties had been worn for a while. I was forced to breathe in scent of pussy for a minute. I was feeling light headed by the time my head was finally released. I heard Becky address me again.

"You will now service each of us. By the end, you must identify whose panties you just inhaled or you will be spanked. Do you understand?"

"Yes mam," I replied. 

I felt a hand grip my hair and pull me toward where I remember seeing a couch. I did my best to follow crawling on my knees. I was pushed over. I could feel my boobs hit the edge of the couch as my face landed between two legs. The owner of this pussy was sweet and juicy. She obviously had been enjoying my humiliating treatment. I was pretty sure it was Toni. I remembered how sweet she tasted yesterday and her sounds of pleasure as I lapped at her pussy sounded similar.

As I feasted on the first of my pussy banquet, I heard the sounds of vibrators in use to my left. From what I could discern, at least two of the women were using the toys as they watched me. Soon the entire room was echoing in the sounds of happy women and the smell of arousal was hanging in the air. I was happy they were pleasuring themselves as it would be less work for me if they could get themselves close and then allow me the pleasure of taking them over the top. The woman I serviced first was flowing like a river and I was pretty sure she would cum soon. I didn't remember Toni being quite so juicy, but maybe she got extra excited being watched. I didn't really matter as I knew the panties didn't belong to this woman so my goal was just to get her off as quickly as possible and move on. 

I heard one of the other women with the vibrators orgasm. That must have triggered my woman's own climax because my mouth was flooded with her fluid and she pulled down hard on my head as she convulsed against my face. I loved that feeling. I wished I would be next, but I knew that wasn't going to be the case. I could feel her juices plastered on my face as I was dragged into position before another wet and ready pussy. Whichever woman this one belonged to was more pungent than the first, but still not a match for the panties. In my mind I decided that whoever belonged to the panties would go last because they had already told me I had to service all of them. That plan was fine with me as I began to do my best to bring her off.

And so my afternoon went. I ate pussy while the women played with each other. I could hear them working themselves into a frenzy either solo or in pairs when I busied my tongue between a pair of unseen legs. I was surprised when woman number 4 didn't match the flavor of the panties either. I was more surprised when they didn't let me stop after she had cum. Instead I heard her get up and somebody else sit down in front of me. The entire process repeated. I had to lick them all to orgasm a second time. By the end my face was a plastered mess of pussy juice and my taste buds were unable to tell one woman from the next. When Becky finally asked me to declare which woman was the owner of the panties I had to admit that I could not. That was when all the women began laughing at me.

"Don't worry about it Sandra," Toni said. "It was a trick. I bragged about your pussy eating skills so my friends wanted to put your tongue to the test."

The blindfold was finally removed and I could see the four beautiful naked women with satisfied looks on their faces standing around me in a semi-circle. They towered above my kneeling position. I wanted to pledge my allegiance to them, but instead I blurted out "but you promised to spank me if I couldn't identify the owner of the panties."

"We were kind of kidding about that," Laurie said.

Sensing my disappointment Stephanie jumped in, "but if you really want a spanking..." She left the last word hang in the air. The tone in the room changed. I looked around to see if she was joking but I couldn't get a good read off their faces. 

"Now girls, you know we don't do that," Becky said. I was pleading with my eyes for them to make an exception. Stephanie put her hand on my shoulder. I got a good look at her pussy. It was showing the signs of have been abused by the vibrator. She obviously didn't mind a little rough treatment. She pushed me over so my face was on the floor. Of course this bent me over leaving my ass high in the air. I felt her hand begin to roam over my butt.

"I don't know about you," Stephanie said to her partners. "But I think it would be exciting to spank her and I know she would enjoy it." 

I wiggled my butt in approval. Stephanie slid her hand down and ran her finger across my folds. 

"She's very wet. I bet she would do whatever we say right now."

Again I wiggled my butt in an effort to egg her on.

"It's getting late," Becky chimed in. "Mike will be home soon and Alida needs time to clean up and air out the room. We need to start Sandra's welcome to the club gangbang."

Did I hear that right? A welcome to the club gangbang? Oh I hoped I heard her right. Stephanie pushed two fingers into my vagina and gave me a couple of quick pumps. She then leaned down next to me and whispered in my ear.

"You're going to get fucked now. But don't think I forgot about your spanking. Come over to my house sometime and I can make sure you get what you really crave. The other girls may not realize what you need, but I do."

I didn't respond. She was right and I knew she knew she was right. Stephanie stood up and Toni unlocked the handcuffs. I got back on my knees and started rubbing my wrists to get the circulation flowing again. I heard the door open and Alida had another tray. This one held four strap-on dildos. I guess Becky wasn't kidding. She and Toni were the first to take a weapon and wrap it around their hips. Toni then sat down on the couch and waved me over. Becky spun me around into a reverse cowgirl and helped me align myself so I could slide down onto Toni's cock. After eating pussy for the last hour it felt great to finally have something inside of me. By the time I was mounted, Laurie and Stephanie and also strapped on their dildos. Laurie and Becky seemed happy to just watch me bounce up and down fucking myself on Toni's stick. As usual it was Stephanie who seemed poised to take things further.

"Has anybody seen her suck a cock? Has she blown any of your husbands?"

I was worried that they would ask if I "knew" any of their husbands, especially Toni. I knew there was some swapping going on with the husbands in this group but I didn't know how much. Thankfully Toni came to my defense.

"No, she's ours. No husbands allowed. I seduced her and we're going to keep her for ourselves."

The other women seemed to accept that. I was more concerned about cumming on Toni's fake cock than anything else. I knew Cindy and Jon would have stopped me before I could climax. They liked to tease me that way. But I was too focused on my own pleasure right then. I was thinking about Stephanie and her promise to spank me as I ground my pussy up and down until my climax ripped through me. My new friends applauded. I felt like I was high.

Laurie helped me off Toni's cock leaving me sprawled on the couch. She didn't give me any time to recover, however, before she was pushing her own fuckstick into my stretched out pussy. Laurie went to town on me and all I could do was lay there and take it. While I'm blessed with being multi-orgasmic, I do need a little time between. Fortunately my orgasm with Toni had flooded my pussy leaving me totally lubricated for Laurie's assault. She seemed determined to keep fucking me until I came again and I ended up giving her a fake moan to convince her she had done her job. In truth I had felt the early pangs of my second climax building but I knew that would take a while and I had two more women yet to go.

Becky and Stephanie were standing waiting their turn. Stephanie looked patient, but Becky looked nervous. I guess her husband was due home soon and we were running out of time. She told Stephanie one of them was going to have to wait until another time. She offered to flip a coin for who got to fuck me. That was a new experience I mused to myself still crumpled in a heap on the couch. Of course Stephanie had a solution to that problem. I really was beginning to like the way she thought.

Becky seemed happy too and called out to Alida to "bring in a jar of lube." Becky then lay down on the floor and waved me over. Her invitation was crystal clear as I straddled her and slid her proudly erect strap-on into my waiting pussy. In the mean time, Stephanie was standing off to the side and was stroking her dildo as if it were a real cock. She was looking at me possessively with a raw animal instinct. I remember thinking she could stick that cock in my mouth. Although it wouldn't be as good as the real thing I would have been happy if she had done that. Apparently though she was waiting for Alida. 

Alida arrived carrying a jar of KY jelly on her tray. I remember thinking that every time she brought something in to the group she was carrying it on a silver tray. That struck me as overly formal considering what we had been doing. I continued to bounce up and down to Becky's delight. Apparently her strap-on was hitting her in just the right way as I continued to pound it in and out of my body. I watched as Stephanie lubed up her dildo. I knew where she planned to put it and I hoped she was going to lube me up as well.

Given her promise to spank me later and apparent love for sex rougher than the rest of the group, I half expected her to just ram her cock up my ass. But she didn't. She actually took her time and gave me a chance to relax my backdoor before she and Becky really went to town on me. It quickly became apparent this wasn't the first time they had double penetrated a woman. They worked as a team and my arousal level skyrocketed. This was even better than having my pussy and mouth filled at the same time. Both Becky and I were moaning. Stephanie seemed intend of really giving me all she had as she pulverized my ass. I thought nothing could be better than having the two of them work me over, but I was wrong. 

Out of my peripheral vision I saw Becky wave her arm. My head and hair was flying around from the jack hammering I was taking and I wasn't sure if it was a signal or was my imagination, but then Alida appeared in front of me. She lifted the front of her maid's skirt. She wasn't wearing and panties. She then straddled Becky's head and pulled my face to her pussy. 

"Suck me puta," she commanded as she forced herself over my mouth. And suck her I did. Immediately I realized the panties belonged to her. Her pussy was very pungent like she didn't frequently wash. Not that I cared at that moment. I dove my tongue into her soft folds as Becky explained how all day yesterday she teased Alida with her Hitachi Wand and how she made her orgasm every hour on the hour into the panties they had forced against my face. She said she force Alida to cum in them one final time right before we arrived. All told there were 15 loads of girl cum soaked into the panties. That was why the flavor was so strong. Now all three of my holes were occupied and I was in heaven. While we didn't all cum simultaneously, we were all pretty close. I think Becky was actually first as the base of her strap-on rubbed her clit. That seemed to trigger Alida to begin orgasming and I followed right behind all to the joyful applause of Toni and Laurie. 




Sandra's New Client Ch. 04



After everyone calmed down and Stephanie and Becky pulled out of me, the group began to search for their various bikini parts and began to get dressed. The party was over and I was welcomed as a new member. Apparently I passed the initiation and had skills they could use. Laurie and Stephanie were first to leave. Alida was cleaning up the room and spraying air freshener. She then opened the windows to help dissipate the smell of carnal lust. Toni and I left soon after. On the way back to her house to get my car Toni told me never to tell her husband about what happens at the club.

"What he doesn't know will not hurt him," she said. "I love my husband, but sometimes I need to be with a woman."

I told her not to worry, but I was mostly thinking that he probably would say something very similar to me. About not telling his wife he was fucking me, not about needing to be with guys from time to time, I chuckled to myself. She said Jon would be home tomorrow so she couldn't see me for a while but that she hoped today wasn't going to be a onetime thing. I told her I loved what happened today and to call me whenever she wanted. Once we got back to her house I quickly changed into my street clothes and then, back in her driveway she gave me a passionate kiss before I got in my car and headed home. I would not need to stop at Cindy's tonight. I'd had my fill of kinky sex for the day. 

Once I got home I took a long bath and then checked my email to see what happened while I was screwing the afternoon away. I have two messages. One was from Stephanie. It had come in about an hour after I left her house. I guess she had gotten my email address from Toni. The message said her husband leaves for work about 7:30am and that if I was serious about being spanked I should show up about 7:45. The tone wasn't very commanding. It was almost tentative as if she thought I might have been joking. 

The second message was from Master Jon. Its tone was 100% demanding and left zero wiggle room. It reinforced his command me to pick him up at the airport at 10am tomorrow morning. It also specified that I was to dress wearing a black business suit. The skirt was to be no longer than 3 inches above my knee and slit up the side. The jacket was to have no more than four buttons none of which were to be above the nipple. I was to wear black stay up stockings and high heels. I was not to wear a blouse, panties or a bra. Further I was to park in the parking lot and then wait for him near baggage claim with the rest of the limo drivers. I was to make a sign at said Master Hendrick on it. I'd seen the signs the limo drivers held when waiting for their client so I knew exactly what he wanted. Of course those drivers would usually have signs that said Mr. Smith or Ms. Jones on it. I'd never seen one with the title Master. He intended to put me on display showing the world I belonged to him. I never considered not showing up. I knew we would have sex before we left the airport. Why else would he have me forgo underwear except for quick and easy access? 

I had a restless night of sleep worrying about somebody I know seeing me at the airport and left my house at 7:15 sharp to drive to Stephanie's house. She seemed very pleased with my choice of attire which gave me confidence that Mr. Hendrick would to. My only fear was after she got me under her control I'd either be late or my fancy outfit would be ruined. That fear turned out to be unfounded as she quickly stripped me and took me over her knee. She told me she was in a hurry because she and Toni were going to the beauty salon to get Toni made up for Jon's return. I understood this morning was just about a power play as she spanked and fingered me but didn't ask for anything in return. I was squirming on her lap as she turned my ass bright red and toyed with my clit, pussy and asshole. She managed to get me close, but wouldn't let me go over the edge. She would back off toying with me or give me another couple of hard spanks if she sensed I was close to release.

Finally she told me to stand up and then after she got up she told me to sit on the couch and spread my legs. From out of a drawer in the end table, she produced a thick and powerful looking vibrator. She tossed it to me and told me to have fun. She then turned and walked out of the room.

I didn't need to be told what to do with the vibrator. I turned it on high and pressed it against my clit. I was very surprised to see Stephanie's car pull out of the driveway. I guess she wasn't kidding about being in a hurry to pick up Toni. Alone I jammed the vibrator into my pussy. It felt so good to be sitting on my flaming buttocks with a strong vibrator sliding in and out of my pussy. I lasted maybe two minutes before the first spasms of orgasm washed over me and then maybe another minute until the full crash of a massive climax crushed my body. I screamed in pleasure as my pussy clamped down on the toy. I was seeing stars. I didn't see Stephanie's maid walk in the room. 

She caught me mid orgasm with the vibrator jammed in my pussy. When I noticed her a second wave of orgasm crashed over me and I felt my pussy clamp down on the vibrator. I looked straight at her eyes and moaned. She was holding a towel. She was also smiling. 

As I began to calm down she took my hand off of the vibrator, pulled it out of my pussy and turned it off. I was expecting her to hand me the towel as I had become sweaty, but she didn't. She used that to towel off the vibrator which she then put back in the drawer. She took the towel with her when she walked out of the room. I was dumbstruck. She never said a word. I was about to chase after her when I noticed the time. I had to get to the airport. I hurriedly put my skirt and jacket back on and ran out to the car. I could feel my thighs, slick with my post orgasmic discharge rubbing together.

I hurried to the airport, parked and literally ran inside. I was the only limo driver who was breathless standing waiting for Hendrick to arrive. I was lucky I had made good time because his flight arrived a few minutes early. I had not even considered looking up the flight status on my phone. It was probably a good thing I had not because I would have been worried I wouldn't make it.

All the way to the airport I was questioning whether I wanted to still serve him. I knew my place was as a sub but I had such a good time with Cindy, Toni and her friends that I was thinking that was my calling. But then I saw him walking out of the terminal. He was as gorgeous as I remembered and I felt myself getting wet as he walked toward me. By the time I followed him to baggage check and carried his luggage to my car (walking as he instructed two paces behind him) I was hooked again. I wasn't about to give up Toni. I'd have to figure out a way to keep that relationship secret from him. And I wasn't about to give up Jon and Cindy. I'd have to keep that secret from her.

I knew in my heart that these two relationships would eventually end badly. Adultery always does. But for the time being I was going to let it ride. I couldn't do anything else. My dripping pussy was in control.