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Anything For A Promotion

By: sexdiamond



"You were acting like a SLUT!", Greg was almost shouting.

"I was being nice to your co-workers. There is a difference you know." I replied, trying to remain calm.

"I'll agree, a hot red-head in a mini skirt grabbing a perfect stranger's cock is very nice."

"LOOK! I will admit that was crossing the line just a bit, but I wanted to make sure that your name slides easily off of his tongue tomorrow when they meet to discuss that VP position. If I remember correctly, you are the one that has worked for the past 6 years to get me out of my sexually demure funk." I couldn't tell if Greg was angered or aroused.

Earlier tonight we went to a cocktail party hosted by the upper echelon of his firm. Greg and I live a comfortable life, but honestly, I want him to earn more money. I did not think that anyone had seen me trace the outline of Corey's cock. We were in a rather dimly lit portion of the room. Corey was saying that he loved a red haired woman with freckles. I gave him a smile & told him that I had a few private freckles that he could play connect the dots with if Greg had longer hours to work. Of course, Greg did not hear the conversation, he simply saw me running the tip of my long red fingernail along the outline of Corey's cock. 

I tried to change the tone of the conversation a bit, and reminded Greg that he always liked it when I was a slut. He argued that such instances were in the privacy of our bedroom and not in a smoke filled bar. The bar, the flirting, and the fact that my husband was calling me a slut had my cunt soaking wet. I was so ready to be fucked like the slut I am. I just did not know how to get Greg to channel his anger into a raging hard on. He stood there sipping his vodka and bitching about what a slut and whore I was. 

Finally, tired of arguing, I said, "What is done is done, if you don't like it, why don't you punish me. But whatever you do, just quit your bitching. That vodka is just fueling your anger, what I did was for you and it wasn't that damn bad."  Before I could get all of the words out of my mouth, Greg grabbed my arm and threw me onto the bed. My miniskirt slipped up and was only half covering my ass cheeks when his large heavy hand came down across my bottom. I was shocked. Greg had never acted this way before. My tender ass cheeks stung and burned beneath my skirt.

Greg went into a frenzy, smacking my ass over and over again. "I'll teach you to act like a slut in public. When I finish with you, you are going to understand what it means to be a lady in the streets and a whore in the sheets."

Strangely, rather than getting mad and upset, my hormones took charge. My pussy became so wet that I could feel the moisture spreading. I could not remember a time when I had ever been so horny. By the time that my spanking came to an end, I was yearning to be fucked.

Greg leaned down, grabbed a handful of my red hair in his left hand, pulling my head back. I could feel his cock stiffening against my ass cheek. He leaned down to my ear and said, "If you want to be a slut then fine, but I will make damn sure that you pay the price each and every time. Every action has a reaction and when you misbehave, you will be punished. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

With that I could only whimper what I intended to be a yes. Still holding my hair tightly with my face turned toward his, I attempted to kiss Greg. He yanked my head back a bit more and told me that sluts were only fucked, the did not get kisses. Then he let go of my hair. This gave me a moment to try to gather my thoughts and figure out what had just happened.

My thoughts were interrupted by Greg' big hands under my skirt and yanking down my panties. He then rolled me onto my back and stared at my cum soaked cunt. Finally he realized how turned on I was by all that had happened. I could almost see the thoughts churning in his mind.

"You really are a slut aren't you? What made you the most horny? Was it playing with a stranger's cock? Or was it the spanking that you got for doing it?"

I mumbled something about I didn't know which one it was. While I was mumbling, Greg removed his pants and allowed his hard cock to spring free. I wasn't too sure of what was about to happen, but I was sure that I was going to be well fucked. Greg stood in the middle of the room. "Get your whore ass off of that bed and crawl to me on your knees!" he barked. I did as I was ordered. I wasn't sure what caused Greg to become so dominant, but I was liking it.

I crawled over to him on my knees as I was ordered. When I approached him, I tried to raise my hand to place it on his cock. Greg stopped me. "Suck me off!" The blatant way that he said that aroused me. I opened my mouth and began to lick his balls. "I said Suck me off, I didn't tell you to lick my cocksack." I moved my mouth to the head of his cock. I was not so sure that I wanted to do more to piss him off tonight.

I sucked Greg' cock with all of the skill that I could find. I was trying to make sure that this was the best blow job I had ever given. I could feel his cock growing harder in my mouth. Just then, Greg took a step back and removed his throbbing dick from my mouth. "Turn your cunt to me!" Greg barked another order. I did as I was told. I was on my hands and knees. I turned my pussy to him and arched my back.

"Just look at how wet my whore's pussy is. Your ass cheeks are still glowing red from the spanking that you earned. Finger your clit!" With that order, I moved my hand to my mound. I used two fingers, making sure that the long hooker red fingernails were covered with my cum, and began to rub my swollen clit. I nearly came, but struggled to hold on. 

Greg rammed his cock into me with a force that caused my head to fall to the carpet. He fucked my cunt like a wild man. Never before had he been so rough. I could feel my muscles tighten up. I rubbed my clit harder and faster. My orgasm was building quickly and I could not stop it. Greg once again grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my face from the floor.

"Is this what you wanted from Corey tonight? Did you want him to throw you down and fuck you? Did you think that would seal the Vice President position for me? Or was it all about you wanting a strange cock in your pussy? It was all about you, my job was just an excuse for you."

I could not hold back anymore. I gasped as wave after wave of a torrential orgasm shook my entire body. Greg slammed his cock harder and harder into my wet pussy. With each stroke, my orgasm reached new strengths. 

Greg pulled his cock from my cunt and ordered me to roll over. He straddled my chest, placing his cock just above my mouth. "I am going to cum on your face. Isn't that the way whore's like to wear a man's cum?"

With that I began to suck his cock head, and stroke his shaft. After just a few moments, Greg was spewing cum all over my face and into my hair. 

My mind was reeling with all that had just taken place. I was not sure if Greg was still angry or not. Greg got up and slipped into his robe. "Go wash the cum off of your face. Corey will be here any minute."

Anything For A Promotion Ch. 02



Maeve arched her back and allowed the steamy hot water wash over her body. Her eyes were clinched tight. Her mind spun out of control. All of the memories of what had just happened to her rushed through her mind. There were so many thoughts bouncing around at once that she simply could not put them into order. Maybe she was out of line by flirting with Corey the way that she had. Yeah, tracing his cock in that dimly lit room was a bit bold. But she only wanted to cement Greg's chance at the Vice President position at the office.

But what was that rage that Greg had flown into once they arrived home? She had never seen him as angry or as dominant as he became tonight. Then out of nowhere, she remembered a conversation that she overheard at her wedding reception. Three women were grouped near the cocktail bar, and the brunette told the others, "I just can't imagine Greg settling for vanilla sex. I wonder how long it will take to introduce her to the proper way to submit to the master." Maeve tucked the comment away into her subconscious until now. 

As the hot water droplets splashed across her chest, Maeve's nipples stiffened at the thought that Greg may be into domination. How could he hide such desires from her for 6 years? Maeve slid her hand across her taught stomach and allowed her fingers to find her clit. She rubbed it with rhythmic motion while entertaining the thought of a master slave relationship with Greg.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Greg opened the door to the bathroom. "You have two minutes. Your clothes are hanging on the door. Dry your skin and use plenty of baby powder." Greg's voice had an tone of authority that Maeve did not recognize. 

Maeve quickly moved out of the shower and began drying off. On the door, she found a black leather two piece harness set. The straps of leather were thin and plentiful. If Greg had not left the pieces on the plastic form, there would have been no way for her to figure out how to get it onto her body. Maeve went to work spreading baby powder onto her skin. And then she began the task of putting the garment on. The collar around her neck was tight, but not enough to cut of her air. The leather straps that cradled her size D breasts were tight. The flesh of her tits bulged through the openings. The leather strap roughly rubbed her already hard nipples. She noticed two small straps on each side of the bra strap just below her arm pit. Not sure what they were for, she began to work on the tiny straps of what was supposed to be the bottoms. She was thankful that there was no flab on her stomach. The leather straps and steel rings were snug and flat against her taught tummy. Maeve turned to check her look in the mirror. The mirror of the bathroom had been removed.

Greg opened the door and stepped in to look at Maeve. He was somewhat pleased with what he saw. "I thought when I found you that I had found a good woman that I could trust. Tonight you proved that you are nothing more than a slut, just like the rest. Since you insist on being a slut, and using my career as an excuse to do it, I will teach you to be a submissive slut. From this point forward, you will refer to me as Master."

Maeve opened her mouth, to which Master held up his hand. "I know that you have much to learn as a new slave. Your first lesson is that you do not speak to the Master unless you are spoken to. I will not tolerate backtalk from you. ALL of your mistakes will be punished. To begin your lessons, you will abandon all apprehensions. I will not tolerate anything less than your total trust and submission. Nod your head if you understand this." Maeve nodded.

Master led Maeve out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the guest bedroom. As they entered the bedroom, Maeve could see a form standing in the far corner. She assumed that it was Corey. The room was dark with only a few candles providing dim light. Master told Maeve to kneel, which she did immediately. Master then began to speak to Corey. "Tonight at the party, Maeve chose to become a slut. She did not think that I saw her fondling you there in the bar. A slut must never tease. I have invited you here so that Maeve may finish what she began. You must keep in mind that she is a slut. She is not allowed pleasure until you deem that she has earned it."

With that, Master stepped behind Maeve, "You trust me completely don't you slut?" Maeve nodded her head. "And I trust that you are going to learn to be a wonderful slave. In case you decide that you will not cooperate, I want you to know that I am standing right here with a paddle in my hand. I will spank your tender ass until you cooperate fully.

"Corey, my slut is on her knees. How would you like to begin this evening with a blow job. She is the best cock sucker I have ever found. That was the reason I married her."

Corey stepped out of the shadows to reveal his muscular body. His cock was already hard in his hand. He stroked it a few more times as he delivered it to Maeve's waiting mouth. Corey shoved his entire cock into her mouth, causing her to gag. Maeve was not prepared for the thickness of his cock and she gagged. The gagging noise brought the black paddle in Master's hand down upon her leather clad ass. "Sluts don't gag on cocks." Master barked. Master delivered the paddle several times until her ass was glowing red and stinging. Maeve fought back the tears.

Maeve gripped Corey's ball sack with her left hand and his shaft with her right hand. Corey gripped the back of her head and slammed his cock into her mouth with wild abandon. Maeve's thoughts drifted off, she had never been with two men before, though she had imagined it many times. She wondered if Master would also use her body for pleasure, or if he was just there to punish her. She could feel her pussy spasm, and its hot moisture begin to gather on the threads of leather that crossed her clit. Corey gripped two hands full of that curly red hair and used it to guide her mouth across his cock. He slowed his pace a bit as he felt himself nearing orgasm. 

Master noticed what was happening, and began to encourage Corey to fuck her harder in the mouth. "Go ahead Corey, shoot your cum across her face if you want. She is going to give you pleasure time and time again tonight. Don't hold back." With that encouragement, Corey removed his cock from Maeve's mouth and shot load after load of hot salty cum onto her face. Maeve could swear that she came as the cum splattered in her eyes and cheeks and dripped onto her tongue. She could taste the saltiness as she spread it across her lips. Master ordered her to remain kneeling as he poured a drink for himself and Corey.

Corey and Master sipped their drinks and discussed business. The two men seemed oblivious that there was a half naked woman with cum dripping from her face kneeling in the middle of the room. After about a half an hour, Master sat down in a chair and ordered Maeve to crawl to him. Master's cock was out of his pants and semi-hard. Once she crawled to him, he ordered her to suck his cock as she had sucked Corey's. 

Corey sat his drink down on the table and walked up behind Maeve. Corey marveled at her perfect ass clad in leather. Corey reached two fingers between her legs and began to stroke her clit as she sucked Master's cock. Corey's cock began to stir again. Master smiled at Corey. Corey lowered his mouth to Maeve's soaked cunt and stroked his tongue across the outer lips. Maeve shuddered. Master grabbed Maeve's head. He lifted her mouth off of his cock, looked deep into her eyes and told her that she was not allowed to cum. Master said that if she was good as a slave her first night, she might be allowed to cum later. Then he warned that if she came before he gave permission, there would be severe punishment. Maeve bit her quivering lip, and then lowered her mouth back to Master's cock.

Once Corey was satisfied that the slave's cunt was lubed well enough, he slid his eight inch cock into her. He moved in slowly at first. Within moments, he was slamming his hard cock deeply into Maeve's cunt. Mave could hardly concentrate on the cock in her mouth as the cock in her pussy slammed her wildly. She wanted so desperately to cum. Not knowing what her punishment would be, Maeve tried desperately to hold back.

Maeve worked diligently sucking master's cock. She stopped just below the rim of the head, and twirled her tongue around the ridge of the head. She sucked on his cock just as a kitten would suck on its mother's teat. Then she slammed her head down the shaft, taking his entire cock down her throat. Corey fell into a wonderful rhythm with her. As his cock plunged deep into her cunt, her lips would find the base of master's cock.

Corey was determined that he was going to bring Maeve to orgasm. He licked his middle finger and used it to finger her asshole. Corey was astonished to find that Maeve's asshole was incredibly tight. It was as if it had never been entered before. Corey looked to Master for approval. With that, Master spoke "I have never fucked her there Corey. She claims that her ass is virgin. Now that I am learning what a slut she it, I don't know if that was a lie or not."

Maeve tried to raise her head to tell them that her ass had never been fucked, and to protest the possibility of it happening tonight. Master grabbed her hair, forced his cock deeply into her throat and warned her that punishment for protest would be severe.

Corey continued to work his thick finger in and out of Maeve's dry asshole. Master smiled giving Corey approval. 



Anything For A Promotion Ch. 03



Maeve could feel Corey's thick finger deep in her ass. There was no lubrication, and while it stung her like hell, it was also an erotic feeling that she had never known before. It was nearing impossible for her to continue to suck Master's cock while being fucked and fingered. There was pain in her ass, her sphincter actually hurt. Then Maeve began to worry that if she didn't concentrate on giving appropriate attention to the master's cock, there was no telling how he would punish her. Memories of early dating days flooded her mind of how he hated it when she performed poorly at oral sex. He finally took the time to teach her how to give the absolute perfect blow job, and he expected it nightly. 

Again, Maeve's thoughts were interrupted. Master had grabbed her hair and yanked her hair back in a most abrupt way. His face was inches from hers and his voice was calm, controlled, yet forceful. "Maeve, do you have something more important to do tonight?"

"No, you are the only important thing."

"No what?"

"No, sir," Maeve stammered.

"No, what?!" Master was obviously annoyed.

"No, Master." Maeve's voice was only slightly more than a whisper. Corey continued to slam his cock into her cunt, and his finger was working her now sore asshole violently.

Master stood up and walked to the armoire in the guest bedroom. He opened the drawer, and removed something. Maeve could not see in the dim light, but she knew that it was long and held in the master's hand. Master returned and stood in front of Maeve. Maeve attempted to return his semi-hard cock to her mouth. Master grasped her wrist and snatched her body upward. Corey wrapped his arms around her slender waist and continued to slam her pussy. Master looked at Corey and gave a slight smile.

Once to her knees, Master bent over and grasped her right tit. Maeve had always been proud of her tits. Yes, they were implants, but damn those double D's looked good sitting high on her chest. If she wore a tank top, there was not a man anywhere that could ignore her. They had been her first anniversary gift from Greg. He took great pleasure in them as well. What had amazed Maeve most was the fact that the surgery did not eliminate the sensitivity of her nipples. Maeve often rubbed and pinched her nipples as she and Greg made love. However, tonight, she had not been able to even think of pleasuring herself in such a way.

As Master rolled her nipple around between his fingers, Maeve noticed that his pinching was harder than normal. He had warned her that she would be punished if she came before he allowed it, yet, he was rubbing and pinching her nipples in a way that he KNEW would make her cum quickly. Maeve gasped as she felt something being clipped to her nipple. What ever it was, it was warm and pulsing. Just the feeling on her right tit nearly sent her into an orgasm, but before she knew it, there was another device being applied to her left nipple. The pulses were firing quickly and without synchronization. It was all that Maeve could take. She drew a loud breath and began moaning. With her moans, she thrust her wet pussy onto Corey's cock as if she were possessed. The movement nearly threw Corey off balance. He stiffened and allowed her to ride his throbbing cock the way that she wished. Maeve thrashed around, grinding her pussy onto his cock and moaning wildly as wave after wave of orgasm gripped her body. After what seemed to be an eternity, her body went limp, she slipped off of Corey's cock and fell to the floor on her tummy. 

Maeve's knees were still slightly bent and she continued a bucking motion, indicating to Master and Corey that her wet pussy was still coming. Like a loud crack of thunder, Master began to smack Maeve's ass cheeks with a leather clad paddle. "You were not given permission to cum Slut!" again the paddle came down on her tender ass cheeks. "you are only allowed to cum when I tell you to." Master continued and landed about 4 more blows to her ass.

Corey was only slightly out of the swing of the paddle. He had taken his cock into his hand and continued to stroke the shaft. The sight of Maeve's ass turning from creamy white to blushing red was causing his cock to grow harder. 

Master placed the paddle on the edge of the bed, and moved toward Maeve's face. He could see the tears streaking her cheeks. He held her face in both hands and spoke to her in a gentle tone. "You will learn to trust me and to respond to my commands. When you disobey me, you will be punished. I had already promised you this." Master looked toward Corey and nodded. He handed Corey a small bottle of KY.

Master continued to speak to Maeve, "You tell me that your ass is virgin. After today, I don't know what to believe about you. You will give Corey your ass." Tears continued down Maeve's cheeks. She felt the coolness of the KY on her flaming cheeks as Corey began to lube her asshole. She wanted to protest, but there was no way for her to do that. Corey spread a generous amount of KY on his cock and stroked it a few times. 

Master bent over and grabbed Maeve's ass cheeks to spread them so that Corey could enter her. Corey eased the head into her virgin hole. Maeve gasped. Corey stopped there for a moment to allow Maeve to relax. Once the sphincter began to relax, he eased his cock into her ass inch by inch. Maeve continued to gasp. Her moans were rapidly changing from pain to pleasure. Corey began to pound his cock into her asshole. It was so tight and hot around his cock, he was not sure how long he would be able to fuck her without losing his load.

Maeve now had a full grasp on what was happening to her. There really was a huge cock shoved up her tight ass. It was painful initially, but soon, wave after wave of pleasure was taking over. She could feel Corey's strong hands caressing the hot stinging flesh of her ass. The nipple clamps were still warming and vibrating her nipples. She fought her orgasm as hard as she could. She knew there was no way that she could stand another spanking for disobeying master.

Corey threw his head back. He began to grunt and slam his hard cock into her ass as hard as he could. On the next stroke, he could not hold back any longer. His cock slid out of her tight asshole, and began to spew sperm all over the burning flesh of Maeve's ass cheeks. 

Corey and Greg exchanged smiles. Master then ordered Maeve to move to the bed. She did as she was instructed and without delay. Master had her to lay on her back. Corey poured a drink for himself and Greg, and returned to the foot of the bed to stand next to Greg.

"Not too bad for first night as a slave, but you have much to learn. Especially about control. Corey and I are going to enjoy a drink while you finish yourself off. We want to watch you finger yourself to your orgasm." Master said with a half laugh.

Maeve was not about to question his orders. She slid her right hand to her mouth and licked two fingers. She then moved them to her clit. She quickly began to rub her hard clit with a powerful force. She licked the middle finger of her left hand. Soon she snaked that finger down to her once tight asshole. Maeve worked herself into an orgasm quickly by working her asshole and clit at the same time. Corey and Greg watched her and smiled.

"What did you think Corey? Was yours the first cock in her ass?" Greg asked as Corey put his clothes on.

"Definitely not, Greg. You have got quite a hot slut there, and she has had an ass fuck or two in the past."

The two men left the room. Maeve enjoyed the waves of her orgasm. She had removed fingers from all of her holes, and now lightly slapped the hood of her pussy to continue to ride her orgasm.

Greg returned to the room after Corey had left for the evening. He stood watching Maeve as she lay naked on the bed. Finally he spoke..."Corey says that he will recommend me for the VP position. He also says that it has to be a unanimous vote among all 4 board members. The next board meeting is Friday night at the Wilkshire Hotel. Corey has asked that we attend the meeting. Perhaps you can convince all of them that I deserve the promotion."