12 comments/ 31901 views/ 14 favorites Secrets: At Work By: mab7991 Note 1: Thanks to Jasmine, Atikov for their helpful suggestions and wonderful editing of my first story. I can't thank you enough. Note 2: Special thanks to Jasmine whose stories inspired me to write one of my own. * It had been a hellish week with thirty plus hours of overtime. As I leaned back in my chair, I plopped my feet on my desk and thought: 'TGIF, just two more hours and I can call it a week'. Fortunately weeks like this do not happen often. But after this week I was really looking forward to just kicking back for the whole weekend and relaxing, but at the same time dreading being in an empty house. Jennifer, my daughter, left home to attend college four months ago. I was defiantly feeling Empty Nest syndrome. I sat there with no premonition that my simple and unexciting life was about to be flipped upside down over the course of the next few days. Just then Karen a co-worker of mine stopped by my desk. I knew she was there before she even spoke, as I smelled the sweetness of her perfume that she wore just a touch of, just enough so you could tell, but not so much it over powered you. I had a sudden rush of excitement, knowing she was there right behind me. The truth is that I have had a bit of a crush on her. It was a feeling I got the moment I first meet her six months ago; when she started working here and was put on the same team as me. I sat up and turned to face her. "Jeff I know what you are going to say, but thought I'd ask one more time. Would you care to have drinks after work with me and some of the others?" She asked with a dejected look on her face. Karen had invited me out for drinks several times before and I had always declined, mainly because I had more than just a crush on her, it was more like full blown lust. But I have always lived by the adage 'you don't go fishing in the company's pond', so I had always declined her previous invites to go have drinks at the end of the week. Plus I would get a sense of guilt, that I would be being disrespectable to my late wife's memory if I accepted. I thought for a moment, 'What the hell screw it. Nothing is going to happen, and I deserve to have a little fun for a change. Besides how could I say no to that pouty face?'. "You caught me in a good mood Karen; I'd like that, so where do you all go for drinks?" Her expression turned from dejection to one of surprise and a bit of excitement. "Just down the street at Murphy's Tavern, do you know where it's at?' "Yeah I go home that way every day and have seen it before, so meet you all there after work." "Great see you there" she said as she walked away with a bounce in her step that I had never seen before. It was 4:53 I had shut down my computer and was just locking it up in my file cabinet, when the phone rang. 'Damn who the hell is calling me, this late on a Friday?' I wondered. It was the help desk, there was a problem. I quickly booted up my computer again. 'Damn I am going to be late. Karen is going to think I flaked out on her'. But luckily it was a minor problem and only took me fifteen minutes to resolve it. I locked up my computer again and rushed out to my car. It was 5:25 by the time I got to my car. Luckily Murphy's tavern is just a mile or so away, so I would only be a few minutes late. As I walked into the tavern I looked around to find Karen and the others. Over in a back corner I saw her waving at me. There were more people than I expected, at least a dozen of my co-workers. I was surprised to see Judy a co-worker and dearest friend of mine these past fifteen years as part of the group. I walked over to the table directly behind Judy. "Hello everybody," as I leaned over kissing Judy on the cheek, "How you doing Hot Stuff." "Just fine Stud," using her pet name for me, one of several she even used when we were around her husband Greg and my wife Laura. Many the times our spouses would tease us with "God you two, get a room already." Karen motioned to me again, "Sit here by me, I saved you a seat, I was worried you got lost. So what took you so long?" Karen appeared to be annoyed at my attention to Judy. "Sorry, a last minute call from the Help Desk" I apologized as I noticed a sparkle of excitement in Karen's eyes. "We are about ready for a second round, you are going to have to catch up Jeff," Jason another co-worker announced before adding, "Nice to see you here for a change, we were beginning to think you don't like us." "Oh it's not that at all, I just have a one drink limit, else someone would have to take me home with them is all," I chuckled back at him. "That wouldn't be a problem," Karen replied with a mischievous grin and a wink. 'Damn is she flirting with me?' Just then the waitress came to the table and took drink orders. I ordered my usual Bloody Mary. I really don't care much for hard liquor, but the tomato juice masks the taste, so that is what I drink, whenever I do have a drink. My next drink will be a Virgin Mary. As I sat down Karen asked "So how long have you known Judy? Are you two...?" A little disturbed by her suggestion that Judy and I might be anything more than friends, I answered, "Judy is my best friend, without her I doubt I would have survived Laura's death or raising my daughter." "Oh," is all she said. For the next few hours, the conversation was lively and there was lots of laughter. More than once Karen seemed to be flirting with me; even placing her hand on my thigh while laughing at one of my jokes. I was having a good time so I flirted back. The jokes being shared got bawdier as the evening progressed. So I offered up "Does anyone know why women and men get crow's feet around their eyes?" "Oh this I have to hear," Karen chirped in. "Please tell us." I squinted my eyes as much as possible for effect, "It's because women are always saying .... You want me to suck what!" Still squinting I added, "While men are always saying PLEASE!" Everyone within ear shot burst into laughter. Karen grabbed my leg and held on as she leaned into my ear stifling her laugh long enough to whisper, "Guess I'll never get Crow's feet," as she slowly removed her hand from my thigh, but not before moving it ever so close to my crotch. Suddenly I zoned out, trying to make some sense of what just happened. Karen nudged me with her elbow, "Earth to Jeff, come in Jeff, are you ok?" Before I could reply she said, 'It's a woman isn't it?" A look of disappointment crept into her face, "Girlfriend?" "Girlfriend, God no, I married my last girlfriend and that was twenty years ago, but you are right it is a woman," I divulged, but not about to reveal that it was her that had me so rattled. "Care to talk about it?" "Not really, I think I best be going home." "Me too, will you walk me to my car?" "Sure I can do that." We said our good-byes to the others still there. Judy stood up and I gave her a hug. "Good night sweetie; drive home safe, see ya Monday," she said. I turned to see Karen shooting daggers from her eyes directly at Judy. Judy just smiled back at her as if not noticing. As we walked to our cars she said, "If you need someone to talk to about this woman problem, I'm a good listener," before adding, "Was nice having you here tonight, I enjoyed spending time with you outside of work. So can we do this again next week?" "Sure I'd like that." I said actually meaning it. "Are you ok to drive?" The gentleman in me asked. "I am fine, see you Monday," she replied as she got into her car and drove away. As I drove home I began to ponder the events of this evening. 'Was Karen really flirting with me with all her innuendos?' By the time I got home I was convinced I was just imagining things, she had had a few drinks and was just being friendly. I went to bed and fell asleep not giving Karen another thought the rest of the weekend. The rest of the weekend was just a repeat of my usual routine since my daughter had moved away to college. Saturdays I would run any errands needed and do any food shopping. Once those things were out of the way; I would load up a half dozen CD(s) from the mid 60's to early 80's of classic rock bands, put on my headphones, and press random play on the CD player. Then I would settle down to a few hours of reading a book from the 'Dragon Lance' series of books by my favorite authors Margaret Wiess and Tracy Hickman', until it was dinner time. Now days I most often would go out to dinner, not up to cooking just for myself. After dinner I would spend two to three hours reading stories on Literotica. I mostly read stories in the BDSM genre, especially ones of a Master/Slave nature. Though tonight, I wasn't enjoying reading the stories, nearly as much as I usually did. Tonight they just caused me to reminisce to what I had with Laura before she was taken from me by a tragic auto accident. Laura had been every man's dream wife. Laura was a perfect lady, incredible mother, but my submissive whore by night. Yes I had been blessed to be married to this woman for ten years and had it not been for Judy, Laura's best friend since kindergarten, I think I may have lost my mind grieving Laura's death. Judy, her husband Greg, Laura and I were as close as a band of thieves. For seventeen years they lived across the street from me. Judy was now not only my co-worker of the past fifteen years, but my dearest and most trusted friend. She had helped me get past Laura's passing, and was like a second mother to my daughter Jennifer, and I had returned her friendship by helping her get over Greg leaving her three years ago. But tonight, for some unexplainable reason I pondered, how different things may have been had I met Judy before Laura. Judy and I had an instant connection the moment Laura introduced us. Until Greg came along, it wasn't unusual for Judy, Laura and I to spend all our free time together. It was almost as if I had been dating them both at the same time. As I turned in that night I couldn't seem to shake this thought from my head, I tossed and turned for over an hour before drifting into sleep. Sundays are much easier, football from 10 am to 9 pm, and a full day of eating all kinds of junk food. The menu varied from week to week; pizza, chili dogs, hoagie sandwiches, chips soda or beer. But I sure missed Laura and our half time sexual exploits. Now most people dread Mondays, but not me, Monday meant I would have lunch with Judy. It was our special time to check on each other and lend any support to one another as needed, and most importantly to see if either of us had heard anything from our daughters since they left together for college. This had become a ritual the past three years after Greg left her. Now because of the divorce Judy lived on the other side of town from me and I could no longer just walk across the street to ask her advice, or to cry on her shoulder. As usual I went to the cafeteria, grabbed a sandwich, chips, bottle of water and a bowl of fruit. Finding Judy at our usual table, I sat down. For a bit neither of us said a thing, until she finally spoke. "Looks like you and Karen were hitting it off last Friday night," she said tersely. "We were just talking." "Looked like more than just talking from where I was seated." "You're being silly!" I was somewhat annoyed at the accusation. "Oh Christ are you that dense Jeff, she was practically throwing herself at you, I saw her putting her hand under the table time and again, doesn't take much imagination to figure out where it ended up." "I really didn't notice," I chuckled before adding, "Guess it has been way to long since I paid attention to such things." Judy mumbled, "That is an understatement." "What did you say?" "Oh, nothing important. My point Jeff, Laura is gone and Jennifer is off to college," Judy exclaimed, "It is time for you to think about yourself. The time for self-sacrifice is over Jeff, it is time to put your needs first for a change." "So what are you trying to say Judy?" I asked confused. "Speak your mind. We are too good of friends for you to hold back, so just spit it out." "Fine! For Christ sakes Jeff, Karen was practically throwing herself at you! Couldn't you see that?" She was telling me what I probably needed to hear, but at the same time my friend seemed to be pained telling me. Feeling the guilt starting to wash over me I replied, "But I just can't Judy, I just can't...." "Jeff, Laura has been gone ten years and you have been a model father, you have put your needs aside for Jennifer and she is all grown up now. It's time for you to get a life for yourself. I know Laura would approve, you don't need to feel guilty." I was stunned at Judy's words, but a part of me deep down knew she was right. "Your right Judy, thanks for the kick in the pants, you have always known what's best for me. Do you really think Karen is interested in me? I'll admit I am a bit attracted to her, have been since the first day she started working here." "Yes, she is interested, trust me. So go for it," Judy urged me, yet I could see in her eyes a sadness that I didn't understand. "Ok I'll think on it," feeling somewhat relieved from Judy telling me it was ok to now think of another woman other than my Laura. "Don't think Jeff, do it," as she leaned across the table towards me and lowered her voice to a whisper, "Jump her bones, fuck her silly. If you don't use that thing it is going to fall off from lack of use." She smiled the look of sadness momentarily leaving her expression. "Judy you nasty little bitch," I laughed back at her. Mumbling softly, "You have no idea how nasty I am," The gloomy expression returning, to her eyes. My now frantic attempt to take all this in, kept Judy's last words from registering in my brain. The remainder of the lunch we just ate our lunches in silence. I sat there trying to make sense of Judy's advice, of my life, of Judy's unhappy expression and to convince myself that Judy was right about Karen. "Jeff it's time to get back to work. Promise me you will take my advice," she pleaded. "Don't know if I can promise that, but I will promise to think on it," I said, my emotions torn between my love of Laura and my need to have sexual relations with a woman. The next three days I was distracted from my work after my lunch with Judy on Monday. I knew Judy was right about everything, it was time for me to start living for me and not just my daughter. I had done everything a father can and should do for their child. I started thinking back to the day when the boss had come around, introducing Karen to the whole team. The moment I saw her, my breath was taken away. Karen was the polar opposite of Laura in appearance. Karen had raven black close cropped hair, ample cleavage, olive complexion, bright green eyes, with legs and an ass to die for. The more I thought on it, the more I realized that Karen had started to flirt with me from that very first day and upon further reflection, I was almost a hundred percent certain, she had been dropping hints that she was searching for a Master. By Thursday afternoon, I had resolved that I was going to go for broke come Friday night. My goal being, that before Friday night was over, Karen would be my submissive sex slave or she wouldn't be. There was going to be no middle ground. I was sitting at my desk, thinking of how to make my plan a success. "Hey Jeff," Karen said to announce herself. I turned my chair around to face her, "What's up girlie?" "Ah about tomorrow night...." She stammered. "What you're not going to stand me up on our date are you?" Giving her a stern look. "Will that depends if you can drive me to Murphy's and give me a ride home after?" her expression one of her having her own plans for how the evening would progress. "Why would I need to do that?" I asked before adding, "Not meaning to imply I wouldn't be happy to do that, I'm just wondering why." "Oh, I am dropping my car off at the repair shop in the morning and it will be until sometime Saturday before I get it back, so if you can't drive me I will be walking the streets," she said with devilish smile. "Ok then we are still on for tomorrow night, now get back to work slave, I expect those program specifications on my desk by noon tomorrow," I looked at her daring her to object to me calling her slave. At first her expression was shock, but slowly turned to one of excitement. "Yes sir, whatever you say sir...." Saluting me, she turned and walked away. I laughed to myself 'so it begins.' I saw right through her little ruse. Her car couldn't need any major repairs, it was less than 6 months old, I remember her showing it to everyone the day after she got it. No this was a just an excuse to get me to her house so she could seduce me. Little did she know that she was actually making my goal of making her my personal slut, all that much easier. THE MOMENT OF TRUTH NEARS I was about to leave for lunch, when Karen plopped on my desk the program specs I had been waiting on. "Here you go Sir as requested. Is there anything else you need Sir?" her smile showing she was truly having fun with the little game we had started the previous afternoon. "No, just be here at five sharp, I'm off to play some tennis with the guys over lunch. Don't be late." "Yes Sir, I'll be here." I returned from lunch to find an IM from Judy when I logged back in to my computer. Judy Miller: Are you going for drinks tonight? Judy Miller: Are you going to make a move on Karen as I suggested? I replied Yes going for drinks, as for the other maybe, maybe not A second later Judy replied Judy Miller: you ass!!!!!!!!!! See ya there The rest of the afternoon, I couldn't concentrate on my work, as images of Karen on her knees with my cock in her mouth, of her on all fours with me pounding her from behind kept flashing in my mind. 'God I am so fucking horny.' At five sharp, Karen was there, "Let's go," was all I said. I had purposely driven my vintage 1970 Alfa Romeo Spyder to work this morning. I had learned long ago, that women never object to a man being a gentleman and holding the car door open for them. I also had learned that it is damn near impossible for a woman to get into a sports car in a dress or skirt without giving the man a good look up her dress, sometimes even being able to actually glimpse the woman's panties, which was part of my plan for later tonight. Karen gushed, "Oh my, what a nice sports car. Can you take her top down?" the innuendo just hung there. "Sure get in," I smiled at her. As expected I got a nice look up her skirt as she lowered herself down into the seat, but not without her catching me looking. I got in, unfastened the latches holding the roof and quickly lowered it. As we drove to Murphy's Karen said, "Thanks for giving me a ride and for coming out again." "Well you're going to owe me one for the ride," I chuckled. "Owe you what?" she grinned. "Oh...I'm sure I can come up with something we both would enjoy," giving her a lecherous smile. She giggled, "Oh I'm sure you can." The game was on for sure now; Karen was without a doubt ready to play and to be played. We were the first to arrive, so we took up the same seats as last week. Next to arrive was Judy and Brian another co-worker of ours. As they approached the table, I noticed Judy was laughing and touching Brian's arm, acting towards him like she has done with me for nearly twenty years; but I had never seen her act this way with any other man. A sudden pang of jealousy hit me hard; I was frozen, not able to discern why I was feeling this way. Secrets: At Work Karen noticed me fixated on Judy. She nudged me to get my attention, while giving Judy a look that could kill. "Jeff get us some drinks ok, since I don't have to drive tonight get me a double scotch, ok?" "Sure I'll be right back," getting up to go to the bar, I noticed Judy was looking at me, the meaning behind her look I could not fathom. 'Is she trying to make me jealous? If she is why would she have encouraged me to go after Karen? This makes no sense.' As I waited for the drinks, I glanced back to the table where Judy and Brian were sitting next to each other, his arm around the back of her chair now, her whispering something in his ear. A green eyed monster was rising up in me; I wanted to go over and rip Brian's arm off and tell him to stay away from Judy. 'Damn her, why is she doing this to me? This was her idea, why is she trying to spoil it for me? Focus Jeff, you're letting your emotions get the best of you. Focus on Karen'. I returned with the drinks and sat down, facing away from the other end of the table where Judy and Brian were sitting so that I would not be distracted by her. Hoping that the moment I had planned to make my move would present itself soon and Karen and I would be out of there, so that I would not have to watch Judy and Brian flirting. The table was soon filled with co-workers and as had happened last week, the laughter and jokes began. Then the moment I had been counting on happened. Someone told a witty joke and everyone started laughing and just like last week, Karen, placed her hand on my thigh. Only this time I grabbed her wrist, holding her hand there as I leaned towards her ear, I hissed "Don't you fucking dare move your hand away...now rub my cock." The moment of truth was here, if she obeyed I would be fucking her within the hour, else I might be in store for a sexual harassment inquiry come Monday morning. We looked each other in the eye as I released her wrist. Slowly she moved her hand to my crotch and did as I ordered. Then I notice her make a slight glance to the other end of the table, I turned to look just in time to see Judy bolt from her chair and rush towards the rest rooms. I turned back to Karen, pulled her hand away, then whispered in her ear, "Finish your drink, and say good night. We are leaving." She downed the last of her third double scotch, and said good-bye to everyone giving a lame excuse that she had to be up early the next morning. As soon as we were out of ear shot, I said, "Don't say a thing, I've gotta figure out what to do with you, so just keep quiet." As I held the car door open for her, she climbed in. This time she deliberately let her legs spread wider and even hiked her skirt up with her hand, revealing she was panty-less. "Stop, don't move!" I barked at her. She froze, her legs spread wide and her skirt hiked up enough to give me a clear view of her unshaven pussy. I took a nice long look before leaning down and running a finger from the bottom of her slit, up and over the tip of her clit that was already poking its little head out. She was already quite wet and obviously ready to fuck. I was looking right into her eyes as I fingered her, she bite her lower lip and gave out a throaty moan of excitement from me touching her. I just smiled as I closed the door, and went around to the driver's side. 'Damn this is turning out easier than I expected. But will she submit to me? Agree to be my slave? It has to be all or nothing, the choice will be hers to make.' Karen had already given me directions to her house earlier, so there was no need to ask her again. After pulling out of the parking lot and shifting gears, I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants. "Do you like that Karen?" I glanced her way, to see her nod her head, "Good." Twenty minutes later I pulled in front of her house, and stopped the car; before speaking to her again. "It's obvious you want me to fuck you Karen. You do want me to fuck you don't you?" She nodded again, her eyes pleading with me to quit wasting time and get her on her back. She squeezed my cock, having never let go after I had placed her hand there. "I could just take you inside and fuck you Karen. But I want more," I stared at her my expression one of total seriousness. She looked a bit frightened. "I have one question for you and you need to think before answering," her eyes widened, contemplating what I was about to ask her. "Karen I want you to be my slave...my sex slave. The question is do you want me to be your Master and to give yourself to me...you can speak now." She hesitated only a moment, "Oh Master! Yes! Yes I want to be your slave, I have secretly wanted nothing else from the moment I met you. I'm yours Master, take me, use me as you please, I'll be your bitch, slut, whore." I ordered her, "Get out of the car and inside, my cock is about to burst." Karen jumped out of the car and practically ran up the walk to her front door. I was so excited I almost did the same, but suddenly remembered, I am the Master, I am in control, I have to project that image at all times, so as to never let her get any leverage to use against me. So I strode purposefully towards the house, not giving any indications that what I wanted more than anything at that moment; was to push her on her back and fuck the hell out of her. She reached out to me, grabbing my hand and started pulling me inside the house, "Hurry Master, please hurry," Her expression one of a woman starved for some cock. We were nearly to the hallway leading to the bedrooms, when I pulled her to a stop. "No in the living room. Pull up your skirt and bend over the arm of the sofa," I ordered. "Yes Master, whatever you want Master," She complied, as she stood there bent over, skirt pulled up over her ass, with her legs spread wide. I stood there looking at her incredible ass, my cock already as stiff as a pipe in anticipation of having her hot wet cunt wrapped around my manhood. A feeling I have not experienced in way too long. "Please Master! Fuck me, fuck me now," she pleaded. "Karen why is your cunt all hairy?" I scolded, "I can't have my slave all hairy." "Sorry Master I grew it out not knowing what you liked, it is easier to shave than to grow out," she whimpered. "So you have wanted me to be your Master for quite a while haven't you?" I smirked at just how easily she was submitting to me. I moved behind her and slowly let my pants drop to the floor. "Yes Master I have wanted you from the first moment we met. Please Master stop teasing me, fuck me, let me show you how good a whore I am going to be for you," a tone of desperation in her voice. I stepped close enough that I could tap her clit with the head of my cock, before dragging it slowly up between her soaking wet cunt lips, wetting my cock in preparation for the penetration that was soon to come. The moment had arrived, and I thrust into her hard and deep. She moaned her approval. I wanted to scream out just how fucking good her cunt felt, it was unbelievable. I questioned myself why had I denied myself this pleasure for so long, vowing that never again would I go without the pleasure of fucking a woman. "Oh, Yeees Masterrrr, that's it fuck me, fuck meeeeee!," she whaled, as I began to thrust into her again and again. Karen's words and moans had my balls boiling, she excited me, I was going to explode unless I slowed things down. I grabbed her hips, thrust my cock hard and deep into her. Then just held it there, savoring the warmth of her cunt, the sensation of her wrapped around my tool. "NOOOOOOO Master, please don't stop!" she pleaded as she attempted to buck her ass; trying frantically to get me moving in and out of her again. I slapped her ass hard, and then leaned over her back, my mouth near her ear. "Don't fucking move bitch," I hissed, "Unless you don't want any more, you want more don't you Karen?" "Yes Master I want more, please give me more cock, I need it Master I need it so bad," she begged, "I'll do whatever you say Master." She froze in place, as I grabbed her hips; slowly pulling my cock from her until just the head remained inside. Then thrusting back into her cunt hard and fast, each thrust elicited moans of pleasure from her. The sound of my crotch slapping into her ass cheeks was intoxicating, stirring me to pound her faster and harder, my climax rising quickly. "I'm going to fill your cunt with cum, slut. Come for me now, and cover my cock with your juices," I demanded excitedly, no longer able to control myself. "I'mm commmming Master...I'mm cominnnnng!" she moaned as we both exploded simultaneously, my cock pulsing as I coated the insides of her cunt with stream after stream of cum, while her cunt contracted again and again, milking my cock for every last drop of cum. Exhausted I fell on top of her, groaning my satisfaction into her ear. I pulled out of her, and sat down on the ottoman that was close by. Karen stood up turned and leaned her ass back on the arm of the sofa. Pointing to a display of souvenir shot glasses from all over, she said "Master, grab one of those shot glasses on the shelf there." I stood and took one, from the Grand Canyon and handed it to her, curious to see what she intended to do with it. Licking her lips and smiling coyly at me she asked, "Does Master want to see me taste his cum?" She placed the shot glass to her cunt and started to flex her labia to expel the cum inside her into the shot glass. Little by little I saw the glass begin to fill. After a couple of minutes she held it up before her face, examining it carefully and exclaimed, "MY, my Master you dumped a big load in me. It looks so yummy," then she downed it like one does a shot of tequila. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled, "Master you and I taste so good mixed together." I sat there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Laura had been my sex slave, a very good sex slave, but she hadn't been anywhere near as verbal as Karen and I found her words to be a huge turn on. 'Damn I'm going to enjoy fucking her again and again.' "You said you want to show me how good a whore you can be," I smirked, "So show me." Karen stood then slowly seductively began to remove her blouse and bra. My cock was starting to throb from the show she was putting on for me. Her breasts where round and firm, her dark nipples sticking out erect, they were everything I imaged they would be. My mouth watered with desire to be sucking them. She undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it, and stood there with her legs spread wide, as she began to touch herself. "Did Master enjoy fucking his pussy?" she asked, as she used both hands to spread her labia open, showing me the depths of her cum catcher. As she stood there touching herself, teasing me, my cock started to rise. She dropped to her knees, and crawled the few feet from the end of the sofa, to where I was sitting on the ottoman. I slid my ass to the edge of the ottoman, spread my legs and leaned back. Giving her unobstructed access to my stiffing cock, but also giving me what would be a wonderful view of her blowing me. She positioned herself between my legs and was turning her head side to side, gazing at my cock; as if trying to decide just where to start. Finally she learned forward, extending her tongue, licking the underside of my cock from the base up to the head. As she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around it slowly, causing me to let out a low groan. She looked up to my face and smiled, "Master likes that doesn't he?" "Oh yes, Master likes that, now be a naughty little slut and show Master just how good a cocksucker you are," I couldn't help but moan from the attention she was giving my cock and the anticipation knowing she was just getting started. The best was yet to come. She continued to lick and nibble at my cock, once or twice even sucking one of my balls into her mouth, as she gripped my cock firmly, as she continued to stroke it. "Enough bitch, quite playing around and suck it! Suck all of it!" I said exasperated, by the long tease. "Yes Master, as you wish," With a slutty smile and a wink, she opened her mouth and engulfed at least half my cock. She began bobbing her head up and down my now rock had rod, slowly taking more and more of me into her mouth. She had gotten all but the last inch or so into her mouth, I was feeling her throat teasing the head of my cock and my next load was building nicely. She gagged a little and pulled my cock from her mouth. Panting to catch her breath, "Master if you stand up it is a better angle and I can take all of you." I stood, pushing the ottoman away, and then slapped her face with my cock several times, before allowing her to finally capture it with her mouth. Within five seconds she had her nose pressed against my pubic hair and my balls slapping her chin. My hand instinctively went to the back of her head, holding her there, allowing me to bask in a state of bliss at the sensation of her mouth filled with my cock; a sensation that I had denied myself for way to long. I lost my head and screamed, "Oh fuck Laura, you know what that does to me." Karen ripped her mouth off of me and glared up at me. Then she sighed, "Oh Master I want to help you forget her...yes I know your wife's name is Laura, please Master let me help you forget." What could I say? I was so embarrassed, "I'm sorry I called you Laura, now get back to sucking my cock bitch." Karen smiled up at me, "Yes Master as you wish Master," within seconds she was bobbing on my cock like some porn star, twisting her head this way and that, reminding me of a puppy shaking a chew toy. Suddenly she pulled away, panting and grasping for air. She sucked in three large gasps of air then dove back onto my cock with a vengeance, her expression one of determination to make me come. She was soon to be rewarded for her efforts; I was close so very close to erupting. The only question was whether to unload in her mouth or give her a facial. Luckily I didn't have to decide, the decision was made for me. Just as I started to expel my seed, I slipped from her mouth. The first stream hit her lower lip, her open mouth and finally across her upper lip and just a bit into her left nostril. She jerked slightly causing the second stream to hit her left cheek, up across her open left eye and ending on her forehead. She sat back on her ass, grabbed my cock, milking it to get the last drop. "I wouldn't want this to go to waste," she giggled before licking the droplet of cum, from the head of my now softening cock. Once again I found the ottoman and sat down and just sat there gazing at her, at her beauty. 'How can I be so lucky as to have two beautiful hot submissive whores in just one lifetime? How?' She sat silent, as if waiting for me to command her, or contemplating what to say to me. Finally with a giggle she spoke, "Bad Master you didn't even warn me...bad bad Master," then she started to rake the cum from her face with her finger and suck it from her fingers, while smiling at me looking like the cat that ate the canary. I stood and offered her my hand to help her up from the floor. "You are a fucking mess, you need to wash up and we need to do something about that fur ball between your legs," I teased her. Jumping up she quipped, "Oh yes Master, I can hardly wait for you to do something about what's between my legs." "Why you nasty little slut," slapping her ass as she turned to head towards the master bedroom. She gave out a loud yelp, stopped in her tracks, and looked back over her shoulder with a seductive expression. "Yes Master, I'm your nasty little slut...tonight and always." Then she sashayed down the hall towards her bedroom, like a model walking a cat walk at some fashion show, the movements of her ass mesmerizing me, freezing me motionless. It wasn't until she reached the door at the end of the hall and looked back that she was aware that I hadn't moved an inch. She got a smug smile on her face, as she crooked her finger and gestured for me to follow her, realizing her walk down the hall had had the desired effect on me, as my cock was standing near half-mast. "Come on Master the fun is just getting started, I hope!" her smile now mischievous. Finally my legs began to move me down the hall. About half way there she disappeared into the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom I was pleased to see she had a nice big California king size bed with a mirrored head board, an overstuffed chair and a strangely shaped piece of furniture about the size of a love seat. As I looked at it I realized, that she could be positioned on it in a number of ways that would make for some interesting fucking. 'Damn we are going to have some fucking real good times in this room.' "Master in here I'm ready for you to do something about this fur between my legs." She called out from the bathroom. I walked over to the bathroom and was a little surprised to find Karen sitting spread eagle on the counter between the two sinks, one foot in each sink to brace herself as she leaned back on the mirror with her ass precariously close to the edge of the counter. Beside her were electric clippers (like the one I use to trim my mustache and goatee), a can of shaving cream and a razor. I stepped in front of her exposed cunt, giving it an inspection, running my fingers through the hairs, pulling at a couple just to hear her say, "Ouch!" "My my, what should we do about this? Should I leave just a little patch or something silly like a heart shaped patch? There for sure can't be any that will tickle my nose when tasting you, and for damn sure none that will block me entering you. I hate the feeling of cunt hair pulling as I start to fuck a gal." "So what do you think Karen?" asking her as if she had some say so in what happens. "It is not for me to say, Master, it is your cunt to do with as you please." She seemed a bit giddy and wanting to get started. "Karen I'm noticing that you are one very obedient slut, have you been trained by another Master or are you just a natural born obedient slut?" giving her a stern look to let her know I wanted an honest answer to my question. "Yes I have had one other Master, Master Kyle and he trained me to his liking. Master I am yours now and you can retrain me to do what pleases you, I won't resist," her tone sincere. "So what happened to your Master Kyle, were you a bad slave?" I pushed her further for answers, hoping she wasn't some nut case. "NOOOOOO Master She stammered I was a very good slave. For five years Master Kyle had me and Claire as his slaves and we were very happy, until she...." Her eyes started to get wet with tears, seeming reluctant to say more. "Until what Karen, what happened?" annoyed that she didn't finish telling me what had happened, but intrigued that just maybe she might also be BI; something I never had with Laura, but had always wished for. "Claire got pregnant and then Master Kyle decided he was in love with her. They moved away to Arizona and I heard they got married," her eyes red and puffy from her tears. I lifted her chin and smiled at her, "No more Master Kyle, Master Kyle is dead to you. I am your Master now; I am sure you can and will please me." Her eyes began to sparkle and she got all bubbly, "Yes Master, I will be the best slave you ever had, I will please you however you want, I will do anything you wish, I live only to please you." "Well let's shave this cunt for starters," as I took the clippers and began to trim her close, to make it easier to shave her. I looked up to see her biting her lower lip, "is there a problem Karen?" Secrets: At Work "No Master it just tickles is all." "Oh I'm going to tickle it even more, very soon," sticking out my tongue and wiggling it at her like a cat licking up a saucer of milk. She giggled, "Oh yes Master I can hardly wait and hope you will tickle me often." I took the can of save cream, released some in my hand, and then proceeded to lather her up. To her surprise I handed her the razor. "There is a reason I have a mustache and goatee, I can't have my cunt running around with little pieces of toilet paper stuck to it, now can I?" I joked, but not really joking. "I don't think either of us wants that Master," as she made quick work of shaving. As she washed and dried herself off, I suddenly blurted out, "Karen, you're the first woman I have been with in over ten years, so I'm a bit rusty at this." "You could have fooled me, Master. If this is rusty, I can hardly wait for you to fuck me when you are in top form," her grin running ear to ear. "So Master, how do you like your cunt now?" "I'll let you know once I give it a thorough inspection." "Inspect all you want Master, take all the time you neeeeeed!" she squealed as I thrust a finger into her. "Hmm, nice and tight," I said as I noticed for the first time a small stool tucked up under the counter. Pulling it out I sat down and was now eye level with her freshly shaved cunt. I leaned forward and took a good whiff, "Smells quite tasty," planning to tease her until she begged me to come or better yet to fuck her. "Why you slut, you're getting so wet, why is that?" I sat up so I could see her face. She was biting her lip, as if trying to hold back something. "I can't help it, Master, when you touch me or even look at me I get wet and with your finger in me I really can't help myself." I chuckled, "So I've got me a juicy tight little cunt...just like I want my cunt to be." I pressed another finger into her, she shook slightly, and a low guttural moan escaped her mouth, the sound music to my ears. I had nearly forgotten how excited I got with the knowledge that I was able to excite a woman this much. To be able to push her to the edge of the cliff, then to push her off that cliff into a sea of bliss. My moment of reflection was short lived. My erect throbbing cock tapping my belly reminding me to not dawdle, that it had its own agenda that needed to be addressed and soon. Its agenda being to penetrate one of the two fuck holes just inches from my tongue. I sat there leaning forward, my hot breath teasing her clit to poke its head out. I choose to ignore my cock's needs for a while longer; moving my free hand to caress her inner thigh, as I nibbled lightly on the other, between gentle kisses and licks. She reached for my head and attempted to pull me to the center of her desire; I slapped her hand away, letting her know I was in control, that I would decide when she would jump off the cliff. "OH GOD, Masterrrrrr pleassseeeeeee...pleaseeeeee don't tease meeeee, I am so close Masterrrrrrrrrr, please let me commmmmmmmme," she begged, her legs trembling from her impending orgasm, that was in immediate need of release. But like a will trained slave she knew she couldn't, not until her Master allowed it. I looked up to her contorted face while she was desperately trying to control the moment of her release. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, not even noticing me looking at her. I lowered my mouth towards her erect clit, it was begging for my attention. Before extending my tongue to lick her little monster, I commanded, "Now my slut, come for your Master, show him how much he pleasures you." I made a vicious attack on her clit, swirling my tongue quickly around it, before taking it between my teeth; as I lashed it brutally with my tongue. Karen let out a scream of ecstasy that could shatter a crystal wine glass had one been there. She bucked her ass off the counter, which forced me to stand to keep from losing the grip I had on her clit with my teeth. The force of her eruption surprised me. Her hot juices splattered my chin and flooded down my neck, and down her ass onto the counter top. I released her clit, allowing her to sit back down on the counter, but I continued to pound her with my fingers, I had no attention of letting her fully recover. "Did you enjoy that my slut?" I questioned, wanting to hear her praise me. "Oh Master, I have never squirted before...ever...you destroyed me," she panted before adding, "It's your turn Master...use me however you wish, use me to shoot your wad." I gave her an evil grin, "That is just what I am going to do slut, I am going to fuck you hard, so brace yourself," as I pointed the mushroom head of my cock to her puckering back door. No need for lube, she was lubed plenty from her own juices dipping down the crack of her ass. I pushed forward and as I hoped she took all of me without even a bit of resistance. "Yessssssss yessssssss Masterrrr I prayed you would be an asssss fuuuucker...take me Master, yessss takeeeeeee meeeeeee!" her eyes telling me volumes. She had the same look in her eyes as Laura had so many times, Karen's eyes telling me that this is what she wanted more than anything, for me to fuck her ass hard and fast, to fuck her silly, to fuck her like a whore. She nearly slid off the wet counter; with her efforts to buck her ass onto my cock. I barked, "Put your legs over my shoulders bitch, before you land your ass on the floor!" she obeyed, locking her ankles behind my neck, as I grabbed her ass cheeks to keep her on the counter and from sliding off. We were locked together like that for what seemed to be forever, but I knew I was just getting started. From experience I knew that since I had already come twice, that my third time was going to take a lot longer to achieve or would it? "Yes Master, fuck me , fuck me, trash my asssssssss, god this is so fucking good, don't stop Master, harderrrrrr, harderrrrrrrrrr," her words excited me so, my balls were suddenly boiling, I had to push her over the edge and now. My intended target not her ass but her now make-up smeared face. "Come bitch, come now and then get on your fucking knees, to get your reward for being a good whore!" "Yessssss Master I'm commming, I'm Commmming , thank youuuu Masterrrrrrrrr!" her legs stiffened and then jerked as if she had been poked in the ass by a cattle prod. Her ass tightened so much I struggled to escape her without ripping my cock off. I stumbled back, knocking over the stool. Karen slid quickly off the counter and dropped to her knees. Seeing me stroking my cock like a madman, she titled her head back, closed her eyes, opened her mouth and extended her tongue like a will trained slave should. "Damn Karen, you were trained well. Here it comes slut," as stream after stream of my hot seed exploded from me, I was jerking myself so hard, cum was going in every which direction, the volume of my ejaculation surprising me, but I didn't really care at this point. Once spent, I collapsed against the wall, sliding down landing on my ass, legs spread wide. As I reached towards her head I declared, "Karen a good whore, cleans her Master's cock after he fucks her ass." "I know, Master. It is my pleasure to clean you Master," taking my hand and placing it behind her head, allowing me to direct her to my cock. I let her suck me for a bit, before I realized she had drained me. My cock wasn't going to respond to her ministrations to my now lifeless member. "Sit up whore! Let me look at you," she sat up with a look of complete satisfaction. "Damn slut you look like a whore that has been fucked hard and put away wet," I joked, before adding "Look at you." Karen stood and looked into the mirror, "You're right Master I look like a whore, a very happy whore...your whore." "We're both a mess, the counter is a mess, the floor is a mess, so who is going to clean this up?" Being glib she responded, "The Whore, do you wish me to use my tongue Master?" "As much as I would enjoy watching that, I am starving for some food, so for now let's shower, have something to eat, and since you have drained me, call it a night, so Master can be ready to fuck you in the morning." Looking coy, her finger lingering at the corner of her mouth she asked, "In my ass?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement when I replied "Maybe...now get your ass in the shower." "Yes Master." Now a typical shower lasts ten to fifteen minutes for most people showering alone, at least it does for me. But damn if you put two naked people of opposite sex in a shower: you most likely will run out of hot water before they will emerge again. Tonight would be no different; I took full advantage to explore Karen's body, parts that I had neglected to explore earlier. I spent several minutes kissing, licking and sucking her tits, making a mental note that I would have to fuck those tits very soon, as she purred in my ear, followed by a long make out session. I was just getting into playing with her toes, when my stomach grumbled. Karen quipped, "I better feed you Master or else you will be keeping me awake all night...would you like an omelet, some toast and coffee." "I don't drink coffee thanks, the rest sounds great...do you have any grape jelly?" "Sorry Master no grape jelly, but I will make sure to have some here in the future." She dried herself quickly, wrapped the towel around her, and then rushed out to the kitchen I assumed. I took my time drying myself. I stood there a moment just shaking my head asking myself again, 'Jeff, how can you be so damn lucky as to have two beautiful whores in just one lifetime?' I heard Karen calling me to come eat. I wrapped the towel around my waist and then headed to the kitchen. I sat down at the dining table, Karen placed a plate in front of me. Still feeling frisky she joked, "Master you can eat this...or eat some more of this," as she let her towel drop to the floor, she placed her foot on the edge of my chair, her tempting pussy looking right at me. I scoffed, "Master would waste away if he only ate pussy." "Same goes for cock Master," she smirked. We both were starved, and ate in silence. Once done, we walked back to the bedroom. "Master may I wear a nightie?" she asked. "Yes, as long as it isn't a flannel granny gown...and what the hell is that thing," pointing to the oddly shaped couch looking thing. "Master that is a fuck me couch, haven't you ever seen one before?" "Can't say that I have, how does it work?" I asked actually interested. "Oh Master, easier to show you than try and explain; if I show you we will end up fucking until the sun comes up, which is just four hours from now. Trust me Master once I show you how to use it, you will want one for yourself ...I have lots of naughty things to share with you Master, wait and see...I'm going to be such a good slave, you're going to think you have died and gone to heaven." "Ok I guess we will have plenty of time for that later, let's get some sleep." With that we crawled beneath the blankets. 'I wonder just how nasty this bitch is...going to be fun finding out.' Then strangely my thoughts turned to Judy wondering if she was ok and why she had bolted from the table tonight. 'She is ok, I'll check on her tomorrow.' I woke troubled that I hadn't really slept any; instead I had tossed and turned with thoughts of Judy the whole time. I was relieved to discover that Karen was not in the huge bed, it gave me a few minutes to collect my thoughts. "Hello Master, how did you sleep?" Karen was standing in the doorway, looking hot as hell in the black see through negligee that I hadn't even noticed last night. I moaned softly knowing she was expecting to get fucked again, but also knowing my thoughts were of Judy, concerned that she was upset with me, that I needed to fix whatever was upsetting her. She is my best friend, I can't risk losing her. "What time is it?" "It's a little after eight Master." "Shit I have a ten o'clock tee-off time; I'm going to be late!" I lied, surprised just how easily I came up with an excuse to get out of there, "Where are my cloths bitch." "In the living room Master." "Well get them while I take a piss," I barked. "Now bitch." Karen turned and rushed down the hall, returning just as I stepped out of the bathroom. "Here are your cloths Master," as she sat on the edge of the bed, disappointment in her face that I was leaving without fucking her first. I dressed in a flash, and checked to make sure I had my keys, wallet and cell phone, only then did I notice Karen hanging her head. I lifted her chin and smiled, "Don't worry slut, I'm just getting started using you. This is just a matter of bad timing." Her eyes sparkled with excitement, "You promise Master?" "I promise...I gotta go," giving her a quick kiss, before I turned and rushed out of the house. I was driving, not sure where I was going; Home? Judy's? That's when I heard the ring tone that told me Judy had text me. I looked for a good place to pull over, so I could stop to read her text, I whipped into the gas station on the corner. 8:45 am Judy: I hate u how dare u ignore me u bastard!!!!!!! I sat there stunned, before I noticed she had sent me other texts that I had not seen yet. I scrolled up to see the texts she had sent me last night. 9:52 pm Judy: Have u fucked her yet????????? 10:20 pm Judy: OMG Jeff r you two still at it????? For a moment I thought, this is just like her to bust my chops; I even chuckled a bit at her words. But the next texts really threw me and I could not imagine where she was coming from with her words. 11:00 pm Judy: R U really so blind that u don't understand how much u have hurt me tonight 11:01 pm Judy: I feel like such an idiot I thought you cared for me I thought That text seemly incomplete, was her last text before the one I just received. I was totally baffled. Her first two texts sounded like my friend the one who had encouraged me to pursue Karen and then rib me about it. Her second two texts, sounded like a jealous woman. But how could that be? We are best friends, had I really been so blind that I hadn't noticed signs that she felt something more for me, that she wanted more from me. I didn't know, but I sure as hell was going to find out and resolve it, soon. I drove like a maniac to Judy's house; I probably broke a dozen traffic laws in my frenzy to get there. I pulled up in front of her house, jumped out of the car and rushed to her door, and pounded on it, shouting, "Judy open this door right now, we have to talk!" From the other side of the door I heard, "Go away Jeff I don't want to talk to you, I can't talk to you right now." I pounded on the door again, "Damn it Judy open this door or I'll bust it down!" She opened the door just a crack and repeated, "Go away Jeff I don't want to talk to you." I wasn't going to let her do this; I pushed the door open pushing her back. She turned and ran to the living room. I found her there cowering in front of the fireplace, her back turned towards me, I could hear her sobbing. I walked over to her, and touched her shoulder, "Judy what is wrong? Talk to me, tell me why you are crying, come on let me give you a hug to make you feel better." She turned and fell into my arms, burying her face into my shoulder still crying, then babbled, "Oh Jeff can you ever forgive me, I have been so stupid, I shouldn't have never kept so many secrets from you." I moved us to the sofa and pulled her down to sit beside me, "Of course I forgive you Judy, but just what am I supposed to be forgiving you for." She paused a moment composing herself before speaking, "I pushed you to go after Karen, thinking it was the right thing to do. But when I realized that you would succeed, my secret desires surfaced and I got jealous. Jeff it should be me you're fucking, not Karen, I wanted you to fuck me like you did Laura, I want to be the woman in your bed pleasuring you." I was speechless; I could hardly believe I heard what she said. My brain was trying to process this information and my sudden urge to admit that I too had secretly wanted Judy. 'But she has no idea what she has just asked for, no idea what Laura and I had in bed, how could she?' I stammered a reply, "Judy, you have no idea what you are saying, what you are asking, if you only knew, I'm sure you would want to take back your words." She began to laugh and I wondered just what was so funny, none of this was funny to me. "Oh poor Jeff you are clueless aren't you? I know more about you and Laura than you would ever guess, secrets that I have kept hidden from you for twenty years." She looked at me and winked, I was still speechless, not knowing what to say or do next. "Maybe this will convince you, Jeff I want to be your slave, your fuck toy, and your whore just like Laura was. Jeff I was your secret whore for ten years, and you have already fucked me at least sixty times, without knowing it was me you were fucking. It's time you fucked me and know that it is me you're fucking." She had an evil grin on her face, enjoying watching me squirm. "But how?" was all I could think to say. The thought that I had actually fucked Judy before, had my cock stiffening and my mind lusting to do just what she suggested, to fuck her and know that I was fucking her. Judy smiled, "Laura and I would trick you into having sex with me, it was easy, you were so trusting, so gullible. I still can't believe you never caught on and busted us for it." Judy slide off the couch, onto her knees, placed her hands on each of my knees and slowly spread my legs. Then she noticed the bulge in my pants, and cooed, "Jeff you want to be my Master don't you? Just admit it, accept it, be my Master. Let me be your slave, this was meant to be Jeff, don't try to fight it." The realization of the situation I was in suddenly hit me clearly. Most any man would kill to be in my shoes, to be able to have two sex slaves. But I knew also that to have Judy as my whore was all that I needed. But the thought that Karen might be BI, and that damn fuck me chair, made my head spin, so I went for broke. "What about Karen?" I asked. Judy frowned, "There is no rule I know of that says you can't have two slaves, so if that is what you want Master, then that is how it will be." She moved her hand up my leg and squeezed my cock, triggering a guttural groan from me. THE END * NOTE TO THE READERS OF THIS STORY. This is my first story to post to Literotica. It has been a labor of love and lots of frustration. I hope that you have enjoyed the story; that I have achieved my goal to have you wanting more. I am on pins and needles to hear back any comments, either positive or negative on how I have done. Only from your comments can I hope to improve as an author. I sort of have in my head, the next scenes I have planned for this story. But welcome any suggestions, or any requests.