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Indiscretion

By: Pop-O



SEPT. 2003) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jeffery Kilmer was an ordinary guy, he had graduated from Goodwin High School as “The Most Likely to Succeed” and had followed through on that prediction. At 37 years old, he had taken an old run-down building, spent a few dollars, and furnished it with meager office supplies to start a Public Relations Company. The company took a little time to build up, but now Jeffery had a staff of three hundred, and he was moving his entire operation to a newly constructed building. His mind has been on nothing else since he decided to make this move .

Violet Kilmer met Jeffery when she was twenty-three and Jeffery was twenty-seven. The first time they met was in a little Italian Restaurant, called “La Scala’s.” Violet was sitting nervously at a table, awaiting her first blind-date. Dressed in a beautiful off the shoulder summer dress with spaghetti straps which accentuated the top portions of her breasts. Her flaming red hair, normally worn straight down the middle of her back was now encased in a ponytail.

Violet’s date was set up by her best friend Melinda, and she was told that his name was William and he would be wearing a rose in the lapel of his suit jacket. They were supposed to meet at 7PM, and the time was nearing 8PM. “He’s not going to show, I should order something and then leave, no sense in not eating, I’m starved,” she thought to herself. She called a waiter to the table, had her drink refurbished and ordered some food.

Half way through her meal, she observed a man walk into the restaurant. He was extremely well dressed. His jet black hair neatly combed, shoes polished and he looked to be her age. The man was escorted to the table next to hers. He sat facing her and Violet smiled at him, then continued her meal. She then heard a voice say to her, “That looks good, what is it?”

When Violet looked in his direction, he again said, “Your meal, it looks good, may I ask what it is?”

Taking her napkin, she wiped her lips and said, “It’s a Spinach Lasagne, with just a little Italian Sausage in it. Yes! It is good.”

“Thank you! , You’ve just help me decide what to order. May I have the waiter pour you another glass of wine? By the way, my name is Jeffery..Jeffery Kilmer,” he said.

“Violet. Violet Andrews, and I’d love another glass, thank you,” Violet said.

Jeffery ordered her another glass of wine and his meal when the waiter came back to the table. He then started a conversation with Violet until his food arrived. Tasting the meal placed in front of him, he then told her that it was delicious and then invited her to his table to finish her meal, with him.

Violet thought to herself, “Why not, he looks like a nice guy .” She rose to her feet and a waiter just passing by assisted her in moving. Once seated, she said, “Thank you for inviting me, I don’t like eating alone.”

The conversation led to her telling him about the blind-date as to the reason for her being alone. He told her that he had been working in his office and lost track of time, closed up and found this little place.

“I’m glad I did. Otherwise, I may have never met you,” Jeffery said.

Violet blushed at his statement. Her emerald green eye’s sparkled, as she lifted her hand to her face to cover her embarassement. Jeffery laughed at her reaction and said, “When you blush, you highlight the freckles on your face.”

Neither realized the time going by as they were engrossed in talking to each other, until a waiter came to the table and handed each of them a check and said, “We’ll be closing in twenty minutes.”

Jeffery looked at his watch. It was close to midnight. “My goodness, the time certainly has flow by. I guess the pleasure of your company has taken complete control of me, may I offer you a ride home?”, he asked as he took her bill and added to his, giving both to the waiter along with his credit card.

“Well I did take a taxi here, so yes, I’d love for you to drive me home,” Violet said.

Walking out of the restaurant, he placed a hand on her waist and guided her to a black limousine. Violet gasped at the sight, she’d never ridden in a limo before. The driver held the door open for her as she entered and Jeffery followed. Jeffery asked for and received her address and he then let the driver know where to go. He poured her another glass of wine and one for him. 

The ride home was as mesmerizing to Violet as was the evening at the restaurant. Upon reaching her address, once the limo door was opened, Jeffery escorted her to her door, and asked if he could see her again.

“Certainly, I have had a wonderful time tonight. I cannot remember any time I was treated like such a lady,” Violet said.

Jeffery obtained her phone number and he gave his to her, kissed her on the cheek and waited until she was inside and the door had locked behind her, before he returned to the limo.

Jeffery saw Violet no less than three times a week. Their time together had her head spinning. After ten months, Jeffery bought her a three-carat diamond engagement ring and asked her to marry him, on the way home from a date. Violet immediately said yes. 

For the last nine years, they’ve settled down into a “normal” routine. Jeffery worked long hours, but when he was home, it was just the two of them. After years of trying to have children, Violet found out that she would never be able to get pregnant. It was a hard time for both of them, but as usual they learned to live with it.

Tonight, Violet had planned a quiet “celebration,” as Jeffery was turning thirty-seven and had told her he just wanted a quiet night with her. She had been shopping most of the day and bought what she thought was the; most beautiful lingerie she ever saw. It was a black sexy lace sleepshirt with tapered sleeves and hook and eye closures down the front and it had a matching thong.

At thirty-three years of age, she had been able to retain her figure. At 5'5", she still weighed in at 103 pounds. Her beasts were still firm and round, a healthy 34C, tipped with nipples that Jeffery loved to suckle. Looking in the full length mirror as she tried on the lingerie, she liked how her ass looked. The twin globes of her butt were perfectly shaped. Jeffery was due home shortly, and she wanted to see his reaction to her

Jeffery was in his office, and he had to interview a new employee before going home for the evening. As he was going over the paperwork on his desk; his secretary buzzed him to let him know the new employee was waiting. “Let her in, and when she leaves, I’ll be going home myself, so you can go home if you want to.”

His office door opened, and Jeffery didn’t bother looking up until he finished reading the papers in his hand. When he did, Jillian Norad was sitting in a chair in front of his desk. 

Jillian was desperate for a job, her rent was two months past due as most of her bills were also. She knew she had to make a good impression and if the interview started going south on her, then she had plans to put things back in her favor.

The outfit she wore consisted of a white, pull over cotton blouse, cut low, with three-quarter length sleeves, a red skirt that showed off plenty of thighs. She wore a necklace of the “Playboy” bunny which hung right in her well-exposed cleavage. Her long flowing blonde hair hung down to her waist when she stood. As she sat, her hair almost touched the floor.

Jeffery put the papers down and looked at the woman he was about to interview. His eyes nearly fell out of his head, as he stood behind his desk and said, “Jill! Is that you? I can remember you as a cheerleader in High School, but you haven’t changed very much.”

Jillian looked at him and couldn’t place him, “I’m sorry! I don’t recall you,” she said.

“I don’t see why you would, I was pretty much one of the school nerds, but I do remember you.”

Jillian may have been a blonde, but she was far from dumb. She knew if she could keep his attention on her body; she’d have this job. Moving her purse from her lap, she leaned forward to place it on the floor, giving Jeffery a good look at her breasts. She remained in this position pretending to look for something in her purse. When she sat back, she crossed her legs letting him get a quick look at what she could offer him.

Jeffery wasn’t lost, he looked at her breasts while she shuffled through her purse and between her legs as she crossed them. His reaction was that of a typical male, alone with a beautiful woman, he got an erection.

During the course of the interview, Jillian crossed and uncrossed her legs a number of times. She liked the reaction and her pussy was starting to get wet. Jeffery’s hand was not idle, he massaged the hard cock in his pants as he talked.

Jillian noticed that his hand was staying under the desk and figured out what he was doing. She was going to take a chance, she wanted this job and was going to do anything to get it.

Jillian stood up and started walking alongside of his desk saying, “You don’t have to do that, let me take care of that,” as she turned his chair to face her. Her hand went straight to his cock and rubbed it through his pants.

Jeffery had to have some relief, his cock was so hard, that he just let her do what she wanted. Jillian lowered herself to her knees between his legs. She unbuckles his belt and pulls if from around his waist and drops it on the floor. Releasing te catch, she unzips his pants. She grabbed a hold of his waistband and his boxer’s ad he raised his hip, as she slid the clothing to his feet.

Jeffery’s cock was standing out, aching for satisfaction. Jillian wrapped her fingers around his manhood and slowly her hand rose and fell, along his shaft. Jillian stared into his eye’s as she lowered her head to the crown of his cock. Her tongue lapped around the mushroom head and tantalized him. Licking the fluid at the slit, she took in his flavor.

Jillian started to take more of his seven-inch dick into her mouth. With each bounce of her head, she took in more until she reached the base of his shaft. Her thumb and forefinger encircling him, her hand following the motion of her head.

Jeffery felt Jillian take in his whole cock. The head sticking down her throat each time her head hits his abdomen. “Suck it woman, suck my cock,” he said.

Jillian liked being told to do nasty things, her empty hand flew to the crotch of her panties and she slid them aside and shoved a finger into her pussy. Her love tunnel was so wet, she slid a second finger in, as she continued to engulf Jeffery’s stiff rod.

Removing her mouth from his shaft, saliva dripped from her mouth onto him, as she licked from the bottom of his cock and around the base of the head and back down again. She took him back in her mouth and she heard his gasp, as his dick once again was in the warmth of her mouth. 

Jillian’s fingers were close to bringing her to an orgasm, as she moved her thumb to catch her clit. She hit that little button and small shivers flew through her. 

Jeffery felt the rise of cum from his balls, plummeting up his shaft and into Jillian’s mouth. Grabbing a hold of the back of her head, he held her on his shaft as he unloaded all of his semen into her.

Jillian felt his hand on her head and readied herself for his explosion. Taking his shaft into her throat, she swallowed all that he gave her. Her fingers making her shudder with a release of her own. Between her body tingling with her ejaculation and fighting off biting his cock, she had to release him, in fear of causing damage to his dick.

Jeffery’s head was thrown back on the chair as he calmed down from that earth shattering orgasm. Reaching into a drawer he brought out a box of tissue and handed it to her. Jillian wiped her lips, adjusted her panties and then stood, going back to her chair on the other side of the desk.

Jeffery commenced putting himself back together as he continued the “interview,” he told Jillian that he would approve her application for the job, but also added that he would like to see her sometime.

She agreed to his request and told him all he had to do let her know in advance, because she wanted to make sure everything was all right when he arrived.

Jillian walked out of his office with a new job, smiling to herself that she was lucky enough to find “an old friend.”

Violet looked at her watch again, twenty minutes late and he promised he’d be here on time, where is he? She heard the sound of his car pull into their driveway, peeked out the window to make sure he was alone, then stood near the door so he’d see her first.

Violet’s pussy was throbbing with anticipation, as she stood there waiting on Jeffery. Her nipples poking the lacy material, she had not felt this much sexual tension in her body in a while, and it felt good.

Jeffery opened the door and stepped into his house. Before him stood his wife, dressed in enticing lingerie, her hair still a brilliant red, hanging to her waist, her make-up was flawless. Her breasts loosely hidden behind the material. The front of her thong softly encasing her mound. His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART! Do you like your present? I had to find just the right wrapping for it too,” she said, as she held her arms open for him.

Jeffery went to her arms and wrapped his around her waist and kissed her. Her body melts into his as they stood in the living room. She whispered in his ear, “Honey, I love you so very much.”

“And I love you too darling. You look so beautiful. Had I know you were going to be dressed like this, I would have been home hours ago,” he said.

“Aw, but your going to have to wait to unwrap your gift, because I’ve cooked a big supper for you and after supper, you can play with your gift,” she said.

All through the meal, Jeffery stared at his lovely wife. “Why the hell did I do that this afternoon, and today of all days! Look at her she’s a vision of loveliness, she keeps doing things to show of her breasts,” he thought to himself.

Finishing his meal, Jeffery stood and walked over to his wife and kissed her. Getting behind her chair, he put his arms around her and placed small kisses on her neck. His hands encompassed her breasts through the lacy material and felt her hard nipples.

Violet leaned back in her chair and enjoyed having her husband play with her tits. She wanted to masturbate when she put the outfit on, and saw how she looked in the mirror. To her eyes she had not changed all that much and it excited her to know what her husbands’ reaction was going to be. The sensation of his hands twisting her nipples brought her back and she sighed with the small tingles flowing to her pussy.

Jeffery stood her up and he walked her into the living room, and sat her on the couch. Bringing her feet up, she lay prone on the sofa, while she watched her husband remove his shirt and toss it on the floor.

Getting to his knees, he again kissed his wife. His tongue entering her mouth, sliding across her teeth. Violet inhaled deeply, sucking in his tongue. Their tongues sending chills to both of their bodies, as they danced to an unheard song.

Jeffery again ran his right hand to her breasts and he palmed her tit. Moving his hand to feel her entire globe, with the hard protuberance at the tip. Slowly he made his way under the material from her waist and held her flesh. Her breasts were still firm and round, he loved to play with and suckle on them.

Jeffery brought his head down to her chest and softly kissed her all over, while his hand worked to open the closures of her outfit. Once open, he uncovered her right breast and placed his mouth over it. His tongue flickering at her nipple, making it harder, if that was possible.

“OH Jeffery! You know I love it when you suck on my tits,” Violet whispered, as her hands held his head to her chest.

Jeffery uncovered her left breast as he held that one in his other hand. He didn’t talk, or whisper the only sound coming from him was the slight noise of his suckling.

Violet’s nipples were so sensitive. She could orgasm by just playing with her tits. She had learned that as a teenager and would often spend her nights having orgasm after orgasm before falling asleep for the night. It helped when Jeffery was working late and she went to bed alone, or if Jeffery was in a deep sleep, lying right next to her.

Jeffery’s hand went down her stomach to her abdomen and then on top of her pantied-covered crotch. He brought his hand down until he almost cupped her ass, then up again, feeling how wet she was through her panties. Sliding the thin piece of cloth aside, he felt her bare pussy. 

Violet’s hips raised from the sofa, as he held her pussy in his hand. “My God Jeffery! I’m going to cum,” she said.

Jeffery inserted a finger into her warm moist tunnel, as she climaxed for the first time tonight. Her juices rushed over his fingers and onto the sofa as she bucked and twisted.



Violet shut her eyes and allowed her body to take its course. Again her hips came off the couch as her body turned at the waist and she reached Nirvana. 

“GOD! MY GOD! I’M CUMING,” she screamed.

Jeffery’s fingers were soaked with her juices. He removed his hand and brought it to his mouth and sucked her fluids from it. 

Violet watched him, then rose from the couch and went to Jeffery’s pants. As he was one his knees, she pushed him to his back and pulled his pants and briefs to his knees. Not wanting to wait, she straddled him, moved her thong to the side and lowered herself onto him.

Jeffery’s cock was just what she needed. It felt so big in her pussy. His dick slid in so easily as she started to rotate her hips on him.

“I love your cock in me,” Violet said.

Jeffery felt his cock slide into Violet. His cockhead spreading her as he went deeper and deeper. Finally, his dick was seated in her love tunnel. Her crotch pressing on his, as they commenced the gyrations that would bring both of them to a furious climax.

Jeffery watched Violet’s breast as the bounced with every move she made. The sweat building on both of them. Jeffery reached out and engulfed each tit, as her head rolled in ecstacy. His cock pounding into her as she bounced in his lap to keep the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Jeffery put his arms around her waist and sat up, and rolled Violet to her back, while he remained inside of her. Again, pumping himself in and out of her, feeling her pussy juice all over his jack-hammering dick.

Violet, surprised at his switch in positions, maintained total contact as he laid her on back. She immediately began raising her hips to him and shoving his cock into her. 

Hearts beating wildly, her body soaking the carpet with sweat as his sweat dripped from his chin to her breasts. Lowering his head he encased her nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard. He knew her breasts were sensitive and she would be climaxing soon.

Violet squeezed her eyes closed in the throes of her passion as he nipped and sucked her nipple. Her pussy ready to explode in an orgasmic eruption.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard, I wanna cum,” Violet panted.

Jeffery too was ready to fire his cum into her, as he plunged faster and faster into her juicy pussy. Jeffery felt his cum surge through his cock and stream into Violet.

“Fuck honey, I’m cuming,” Jeffery said.

Violet assailed the cock in her cunt as she too felt his juices splattering her tunnel. In that instant she to had her climax as her body stiffened and every nerve in her body tingled. A wave of heated delight overcame her body.

“YESSSSSSSSS, oh fuck YESSSSSSSSS,” Violet screamed.

Jeffery rolled of off his wife and they lay on the carpet together, regaining a somewhat normal breathing pattern. Neither knew how long they were lying there, neither cared.

Violet was the first to get to her feet, and she helped her husband stand, as they walked to the bedroom for the rest of the night.


Indiscretion



Before telling my story, you have to know- I love my husband with all of my heart. He is my soulmate and life partner, but we recently hit some rough times. Having been together for eight years, I couldn't imagine life without him. But something happened in the bedroom- we've lost our passion and sex has become very routine. It pains me to say I have lost my physical attraction to him, because I do love him so much. But when a South African colleague came into town recently and turned my life upside-down for a night, I realized how much I needed this part of me to be awakened again, and he was just the one to do it.

Ethan called me when he arrived at his hotel. We have known each other for about five years now but hadn't seen each other in about two, the last time was when the four of us (my husband, his wife, Ethan and me) went to dinner when we had traveled to Johannesburg. Since then I have lost a little extra weight, gone to the gym every day, taken an interest in my appearance again and I feel sexier than ever. But Ethan didn't know that yet.

My cell phone rang the afternoon I knew he was scheduled to arrive. I assumed he and his wife were staying at the usual hotel near the airport but the number was a different area code.

"Hey love, it's Ethan," his sexy accented voice came through the line. "Do you have dinner plans tomorrow night? I'd love to take you and Patrick out again."

"I am free but I'm afraid it will have to be the three of us, Pat has other plans." I didn't add that Patrick and I weren't exactly speaking to each other this week and that we were probably better off doing separate things anyway.

"Oh, Ginny's not with me this time, she decided to stay home with the kids..." (my eyebrow raised) "... looks like it will just be the two of us, say around 8? Come to the hotel. I've upgraded myself to the Kensington downtown. It's lovely."

I confirmed and for the briefest moment allowed the seed of an interesting and very hot thought enter my head...

That night on the drive home from work I let my mind wander to what it would be like to make love to another man again. Pat and I hadn't had sex for over a month and I found that I didn't miss it with him, though my sex drive was still intact. I realized just how intact as I felt myself get wet thinking about what kind of a cock Ethan had and if he was good in the sack. By the time I got home I was dripping with the fantasy and fingered myself to an orgasm in the bathroom.

The next day I felt like I was going on a first date again. I busied myself planning my outfit, shaved my pussy and made sure I looked my best. I left my long blonde hair down and wore a low cut top to emphasize my cleavage. I've always considered my breasts as one of my best features and wondered if Ethan had ever noticed them. He had no choice BUT to notice tonight.

I arrived in the lobby of the hotel and tried calling up to his room but he didn't answer. As I fiddled with my cell phone for his mobile number he walked right past me. I had forgotten what a beautiful man he was. Part Indian, part Caucasian, he let his straight black hair grow long to his shoulders. His skin was a gorgeous dark tan, and he possessed beautiful intense brown eyes. He was four years older than me, and easily a foot taller, too. His masculine presence was felt in every room the second he walked in. And his accent was exotic and sensual to listen to. I prompted him to speak at this moment:

"You gonna march right past me or say hi first?"

Startled, he looked at me and did the equivalent of a double-take without taking his eyes off of me. I knew instantly that my attraction to him was reciprocated by the look he continued to give me.

"My God, you look great!" Ethan hugged me and kissed me on the cheek but didn't let go of my hand for a few minutes while we tried to innocently inspect each other during our small talk. He smelled like a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, and for some reason this combination was working for me. Finally we decided on grabbing a taxi to make our reservation in time, and I hooked my arm onto his as we walked into the restaurant. Throughout dinner our conversation meandered through basic business discussions, but as the wine continued to be poured we moved on to other topics, flirting around the issue of the (by now) very overt fact that we found each other extremely attractive.

The check couldn't come quickly enough and we flagged down a taxi to the hotel. On the ride over I put my hand on his leg and let my nails slightly dig into him. This caused him to shift in his seat slightly- it was evident he was turned on as well. When we reached the hotel lobby, Ethan grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. "Come on," he said, "let's have some fun".

As soon as the doors closed his lips descended on mine and both the warmth and hardness of his kiss jolted me. Finding the rhythm of a new lover was a lost art for me but I quickly learned our pattern of teasing tongues and was biting on his lower lip when the doors opened to his floor.

He fumbled with his keycard and just about pushed me in as he slammed the door behind him. I immediately dropped my coat and purse on the floor and reached up to wrap my hands around his neck and run my fingers in his hair. We kissed viciously as my hands roamed on his shirt, tugging it up over his head. Things exploded from there. 

He reached down to unbutton the top of my tight blouse, and, frustrated by the time it was taking, ripped the material right off of me, buttons flying. I was simultaneously shocked and more turned on than I had ever been. 

He pushed my hand down to the rock hard bulge in his pants and I was amazed at the size of him. I told him that I had to see it. He opened his pants and pulled out a beautiful, thick, uncut, long cock that any girl would drool over. Instinctively I reached for him and wrapped my fingers around it. "You want to pull my cock?" His voice was low. "Yes... No... I want to taste you" I answered. "Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" "I'd love your big cock in my mouth." "Good. Look at me when you suck me off, love"

It was then that we both realized we needed this experience to be anything but gentle and emotional. I dropped to my knees and he wrapped his hands in my long hair, grabbed hold and pulled, just enough to show me he was in control. I responded by taking the tip of him into my mouth and with one hand started to pump him up and down. At some point I managed to take most of him into my mouth but he sternly reminded me I wasn't doing the job properly.

"Look at me when you put my cock in your mouth" he demanded. I obeyed. "You've got such great tits, I've always wanted to see them," he added.

I unhooked and discarded my bra while I continued to slurp on him, running my tongue all around his cock, not breaking eye contact the rest of the time. It was a very erotic experience, all the while he grabbed and pulled at my hair roughly, and guided my head to him.

He started groaning more, telling me how much he liked watching me suck him. His face contorted and I knew he was getting close but he stopped me before he could come.

Forcefully, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and I dropped the rest of my clothes as he shed himself of his. He pushed me back onto the bed with a shove and as I went down I managed to grab his arms to pull him on top of me in one fluid movement. He looked me intensely in the eyes for three seconds and I let out a sigh as he dove into my neck, licking and kissing me as his hands explored my naked body. He paused at my tits and sucked on my nipples until they were red and sore. It wasn't long before he also found my throbbing pussy and gently thrust a finger inside of me. I love being finger-fucked when it's done right and he seemed to know exactly where to target. In minutes I was clinging to him and squealing while he encouraged me to come.   "You like that, don't you love? You like having my fingers fucking you like this?" "Yes" was all I could manage. "You want my cock inside there next?" "Yes I want you inside me, please." "I want you to beg me," he encouraged. "Please, Ethan, I need you to fuck me, I want your cock in me." "How do you like to be fucked?" was his reply.

I didn't wait to answer aloud and instead I propped myself up and used my momentum to flip him over onto his back where I obviously surprised him with my role-reversal. "I get to lead now, baby."

He laughed a deep, deliciously naughty laugh and I grabbed his hands to place them above his head. When I climbed on top of him, I leaned down to kiss him, my hard nipples pressing on his chest. Simultaneously he thrust upward, pushing his huge cock into me, perfectly on target inside me. I took in my breath as I felt myself being stretched and covered him with my dripping wet juices. After taking a minute to adjust to the size of him, I started to slowly ride him up and down. His enormous cock filled me, reaching every part of my pussy. Forgetting that I was holding him down, I allowed myself to enjoy every second, and it didn't take more than a few strokes for me to feel like coming.

He reached over and slapped my ass. I responded my running my fingernails down his side. "Harder!" he groaned and I did it again, this time stopping to pinch his nipples on the way. 

"You like that, don't you Ethan?" I spoke in a ragged breath. "Yeah, love, keep going, I like the pain," he murmured.

When I licked and gently tugged at his nipples with my teeth he lost it, grabbing my ass and rolling me over so he could be on top. Once again, the power shifted and he stopped the movement inside me to speak, looking directly into my eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard now, love, and you're going to come for me, you understand?"

Just having him look at me like that was almost enough to launch into my orgasm but I couldn't wait to feel what he was going to do to me. I could only nod at this point and he began fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked. It was animalistic, rough, and amazing. I wrapped my legs around his body, pulled at his hair and clung to his neck as I felt the warmth and tingle build up inside me, then came harder that I think I ever have. He slowed the thrusting inside me to make sure I had recovered and then asked if I wanted him to fuck me from behind, but I told him I would prefer to look at him when he came. An intense dialog of dirty talk ensued with me encouraging him to shoot his come inside me, which he did without hesitation. He grunted, manly and hard, and I could feel his cock pulsating and spilling into me. He came back to reality while gently gliding his cock in and out of me still. For some reason we both started to laugh, knowing we had been very bad together but also had just experienced the unexpected sex of a lifetime. 

Shortly afterwards, as it had become late and he had to make some international calls, I pieced my clothes back on. Thankfully my coat covered the torn blouse, which I have kept in the back of my closet as a reminder of this incredible experience. Ethan kissed me gently goodbye and I left the hotel smiling, while feeling his semen dripping out of me still. 

We still speak to this day, Ethan and me. I know we will see each other again, and my fantasies are alive with the thought of his next visit, which he promises will be soon. I am wet with anticipation.



Indiscretion



Mine is not the typical story you would expect here. I am not some innocent housewife corrupted by big black cock. That corruption happened long ago; when I was a freshman in college. Since that time, I have had nothing else. Admittedly most of that big black cock belongs to my husband of over a dozen years. 

DeShawn is everything you would imagine a stereotypical African-American professional athlete to be. We met right after I finished college. I tried out for cheerleader with the NFL team near where I lived. The moment I saw him the sparks flew; I like to think for him as well. He was a running back and one of the top draft picks that year. 

Confession time; we ended up back at this place after drinks that first night. I dropped out of cheerleader try-outs a week later at his request. In return, we became exclusive. At the end of that winning season, we hopped a flight to Vegas and were married in the most ridiculous ceremony with an Elvis impersonator officiating. Within a year, our first son was born; followed by two more within the next five years.

But this is where DeShawn breaks with stereotypes. Despite a career ending injury while still in his prime; DeShawn was not just a great athlete. He is a damned smart business man and a hard worker; sometimes too hard. Even while playing in the NFL, he personally oversaw the investments that his business manager made. He had heard too many horror stories of players cheated of millions by unscrupulous agents and managers. He was determined that would not be him. 

To understand why money is so important to DeShawn, you should know that he was raised by his elderly grandmother. No, his parents did not abandon him for drugs. It was a simple case of them being killed in a car accident along with his baby sister. Thanks to that accident, DeShawn bore a rather nasty scar that marred the almost perfect ebony skin over his impressive chest. I have often run my fingers down that scar and thanked God that he did not take DeShawn that night as well.

But that night changed everything for that ten year old boy. His parents had been hard-working, but like many young middle class families did not think much about the issue of life insurance. So when they died that night, so did his comfortable lifestyle. The only relative that Children's Services could find to take him in was his maternal grandmother. She lived in abject poverty in an isolated, rural area. After her social security, his measly survivor's benefit and the food stamps ran out, he would go to bed hungry more than occasionally. His grandmother's only comfort was her faith that she regularly beat into the angry young boy, who blamed her God for everything that had happened to him.

From the moment that he stepped onto the football field on the first day of junior high school, DeShawn had a plan. Like everything else in his life, DeShawn was dedicated and worked hard; both on the field and the classroom. By the time, he graduated high school, he had several scholarship offers from top universities. He selected one as far away from his grandmother and the poverty as he could find. He would escape it all. His life would be different. He would have enough money that his family never had to worry if something ever happened to him.

And we didn't either. Even with the economic downturn, we were more than comfortable. Unfortunately, the economy seemed to only drive DeShawn harder. If before he had worked twelve hour days managing our impressive investments and building his reputation as an up-and-coming sports caster, now he worked more like twenty. He would be up well before dawn to run through our exclusive suburban estate or work out in our gym in the basement. He would be out of the house before the boys and I were even up. Most nights I would be fast asleep when he finally drug himself to bed after midnight.

You might wonder if perhaps my husband was engaged in extra-curricular activities himself. After all he was both rich and still an amazingly handsome black man. I won't lie; the idea occurred to me as well. I even went so far as to hire a private detective, but all he found was legitimate business trips. He really was working that hard; so that the boys and I never had to worry about losing it all, the way he had as a child.

Let me say now, I love and respect my husband more than I can say. He is absolutely gorgeous; probably the hottest man I have ever seen. He is also the smartest; not in some impractical geeky or Ivy-league way, but practical street-smarts that makes him the great business man he is. He is also a great father; when he is around. And he always seems to be around for the important stuff. He has never missed a single one of our boys' games, parent-teacher conferences or birthdays. He is a damned good fuck too; but again...when I can get it.

Of course, that is no excuse for what happened. There is no excuse or reason to cheat. I made vows and I intended to keep them; especially since I love DeShawn so deeply. Still, sometimes the road to hell is paved with good intentions as they say. And this road certainly was.

It all started innocently enough. Marcus was the son of our neighbors. Over the past decade, we had watched him grow up from a lanky kid through a couple of years as an angry and troubled young black man. Eventually he had arrived on the other side of those troubles as a rather driven if somewhat still angry young man. He had moved away to study at one of the bastions of traditionally black colleges. Where DeShawn had always felt that the best way to fight racism was to ignore it, Marcus carried the proverbial chip on his shoulder. Considering his upper-middle class background, it was something I never fully understood. 

It was during the busy summer holidays that it all began. It started as an innocent flirtation. For weeks, I would notice Marcus watching me as I ferried the boys to friends or camp. He always seemed to be staring at me. I admit I was faltered. What woman my age would not be to have an admirer so much younger? It was a band-aid to my fragile ego that had suffered for months from DeShawn's indifference.

That day the boys were spending the night at various friends. I had been sick with that horrible Swine Flu for a week, so I felt pale and rather blah. So I was enjoying the break to relax by the pool. Thanks to a tummy tuck and breast augmentation at thirty-six my figure was even more impressive than it had been when I first met DeShawn. 

Yes, I am vain; terribly vain. That is what hurt most about DeShawn's abandonment. Despite hours in the gym and turning more than one male head, I relied upon my husband's adoration and sexual prowess to re-affirm my own identity as a woman; a desirable one. So I was more than a little susceptible to Marcus' attention.

I still am not sure how he managed to get into our fenced in backyard, but I became aware of someone's presence when I felt a shadow blocking the hot Florida sun. I used my hands to shield my blue eyes as I looked up. Marcus towered above me. Of course, at less than six feet tall that term hardly applies, especially compared to DeShawn's six feet five inches that once allowed him to pick off passes that most others would have missed. But since I was laying on the lounge, Marcus seemed taller. 

'Want some oil on your back?' was his deceptively innocent words. 

But from this position I could see that the black cock in his shorts was at least half hard. I should have screamed or at least sent him packing at that point. But I did not. Instead I simply nodded my acceptance of his offer and turned over to offer him the view of my long tanned legs and firm ass. 

In complete honesty, Marcus really is not my type. He is too thin, too light-skinned and too militant in his African-American heritage. But none of that registered at that moment. The only thing I felt was warm, firm hands caressing my body in ways that DeShawn had not in some time. I remember actually trying to think of when we had last made love. But in the end, I had given up trying to think when I felt those hands slip around to the front of my swim suit and cup my 38D breasts. 

'The doctor did a nice job with these,' he pronounced a tad too coolly. But his fingers tweaking and playing with my erect nipples were sending another message to my muddled brain.

I felt his hot breath on my neck a moment before I felt his less than substantial weight press me further into the lounge. But it was his hard cock throbbing between the firm cheeks of my ass that registered most. 

'You're a true black cock whore, ain't you, slut?' he demanded as he tugged at my long blonde tresses that he had wrapped around one of his fist as the other hand continued to knead and tweak my breasts.

DeShawn and the other black men that I had counted as lovers had never used such foul and disrespectful language with me. For a moment, I imagined with pleasure the beating that DeShawn would give Marcus' skinny black ass when I told him. But then I realized how this whole situation might look to my husband; after all I had allowed another man, if someone Marcus' age could be called that, to slather my body in oil. 

So I tried to extricate myself from this mess. 'Marcus, perhaps you should go home,' I stammered.

He laughed then. 'What? And deny this hot, white cunt my black cock? I've been watching you. I know that DeShawn is never around. When was the last time that this greedy little hole was filled like it should be with a black cock?' 

His words angered me then; mostly for their truthfulness. I tried to roll over and dislodge my intruder, but he merely captured my wrists in his hands and pressed firmer with his weight. 'Don't go getting puritanical on me, bitch. We both know that one black cock is as good as another with someone like you.' 

I fought harder when I heard the disdain in his young voice. My mind denied his words. After all, I could count on my fingers the number of lovers I had had; black or white. I had been a good and faithful wife for years. But even as my mind denied his words; my body responded with a flood of wetness between my pale, firm thighs. My cunt had been denied black cock...for too long.

'Please, Marcus,' I begged, 'Leave now and I promise I won't say anything to DeShawn or your parents.' I was certain that this ploy would work. 

Until I felt his weight shift again as he restrained both my hands in one of his. Then suddenly I felt his freed hand move under my body. He shoved my suit to one side and stabbed his fingers deep inside my shaved pussy. 

'You gonna tell them how fucking sloppy wet this cunt got at the feel of my thick black cock rubbing against that tight white ass of yours too?' he taunted.

I wanted to lie. I wanted to run and hide from the truth of those words too. But all I could do was close my eyes and lay there as his fingers thrust deeper and faster inside me. I swear I did not want to, but I was helpless to stop my body from taking the too-long denied orgasm that Marcus' fingers offered. 

After that, there was no going back. I could hear the triumph in Marcus' voice as he bragged, 'Nice one, cunt.' I admit I hated him for that arrogance, but I hated myself more for getting myself into this situation. 

Marcus' roughly rolled us over so that I was sprawled across him. Perhaps I could have or should have fought more then, tried to run away; but his firm grip on my hair made that difficult. He held my face at waist level as he shoved his shorts down to reveal a long but less thicker black cock than DeShawn's. He was uncircumcised too; the only one I had ever had. 

'Suck my black cock, bitch,' he demanded as he thrust his hips up. Perhaps I might have bitten him then if I had been thinking clearer, but I was not. So I opened my mouth and accepted the blind face fucking that followed. DeShawn and my other lovers had always complemented me on my cock sucking ability, but Marcus was not interested in that as he thrust deeper and faster into my mouth.

He moaned between derogatory comments about white whores worshipping black cock. I thought perhaps he would finish in my mouth and end this ordeal quickly, but that was not to be. Instead he used his fingers in my hair to pull me up his too thin body until I stared into his angry eyes. 'I always knew what you were, slut,' he pronounced as he lifted his hips once more but this time he thrust upward as one hand left my hair to grip my ass driving it downwards to meet the invasion of his cock. 

He was neither as thick or quite as long as DeShawn's magnificent cock, but there was more than enough to hit all the right spots; or wrong ones in this case as shame and another powerful orgasm consumed me. Marcus in his youth lacked the finesse of my husband as well, but that did not matter to my mature body that was desperate for sexual release wherever it could be had. I had always been multi-orgasmic even then; something that fuelled Marcus' perverse pleasure. I am not sure exactly how long Marcus' lasted in terms of time, but I reached over two dozen orgasms during the roughest fucking of my life. 

When he finally thrust deep into me and sprayed his seed, we both collapsed into what would have appeared to an observer as a post-coital lovers' embrace. My mind though was anything but the calm of my satisfied body. In his satisfied repose, I finally found my chance to escape. I bolted from his arms and ran across the pebbled pool-side barefoot.His words ringing in my ears, 'I'll be back...and you'll let me too, slut,' as I closed and locked the patio door.

Tears had finally reached my blue eyes as I turned the shower in the guest room on to full blast and as hot as I could stand. I stood under it until the water turned too cold to stand. By then every trace of him had been washed from my body and I had no more tears to cry. I collapsed exhausted into the guest bed, which is where I awoke late that night to DeShawn's puzzled expression as I flung myself into his strong embrace. 

I never told DeShawn what happened. But I used the excuse of the recent murder of a local couple during a home invasion as evidence that we would benefit from a home security system even in our exclusive gated community. I also managed to plead and beg him to take a second honeymoon that filled the rest of that summer vacation. So I made certain that Marcus could not make good on his parting threat. There would be no repeat of that afternoon by the pool.

Was it rape or adultery? That is a question that I have struggled with myself. In the end, the answer that I came up with was...more than a little of both. What it was for me was a life lesson and a wake-up call. No marriage is perfect. Cheating can happen to anyone; especially if business isn't being taken care of at home. And you can never change the person you love...only yourself.

Is my marriage better than it was? It is certainly different. Almost nine months later, I finally got the baby girl I had always wanted. Thankfully, she looks so much like her father and brothers that I have little doubt that she is the product of the tender love making of my husband that night after he discovered me hiding in the guest room. DeShawn still works too long and too hard; especially now that he has a little princess to care for along side his queen as he playful calls me. 

The difference is me. I no longer allow DeShawn to get so caught up in work that he neglects my needs or his own. I regularly stay up late; sometimes dressed as the cheerleader I once was. But that is not the only fantasy. We have pirate and damsels costumes. I have a stewardess as well. We even rented a private jet once to join the mile high club. Of course, there are also dozens of sexy lingerie and toys in my drawers. One benefit of my beloved hubby's obsession with money is that I never have to feel guilty about the money I spend at Victoria's Secret or Fredericks or the dozens of other on-line shops I have found. 

In the end, I hope that you will neither feel sorry for me nor condemn me as weak. I am merely human. Just like you and your partner. So take a lesson from my book...take care of business at home or someone else will. 



Indiscretion Repercussion



Disclaimer: The names in the story have no relationship to the real individuals so as not to embarrass them. Reference to any individual living or dead is purely accidental. 

*

I used to work in an office environment like so many other individuals these days. Indiscretion on my part one day turned my life upside-down and inside out. I was so naive at 26 at what goes on in the world. 

I was a pool secretary, doing a lot of paper work in an architect firm. 

Everyone could see everyone so there was no privacy. If there was a need for private discussions, the office had several conference rooms along the outside walls. The conference rooms had blinds that could be closed. Most of the time the VP's and CEO had their blinds open so a lot of natural light filtered into the room.

The CEO did have a private conference room next to his office, which he seemed to use a lot. 

It was a conservative organization in regards to office attire and conduct. Ladies needed to be in dresses or skirts with the hemline no more than one inch above the knee. Guys needed to be in white shirts and ties. Trouser and jackets needed to match in color and material.

The owner was a person in his 60's. A bald, gray-hair man for the little he had with a huge beer gut. He was maybe 5 foot-7 inches, not tall for a man. He would smell of garlic when he was near you. 

He had an arrogant son that managed the men. He was 6 foot, in his late 30's early 40's with lousy social skills. 

His sister, in her 50's was the manager of the secretarial pool. She was a bitch at over 200 pounds and 5 foot-5 inches. 

The good thing about the firm was they paid great wages. Break time, potty time, lunchtime, arrival time were all monitored.

I had been working there two years and going for a Masters at night. I came home from class on a Friday evening early. I heard moans and groans coming from the bedroom. I thought I had forgotten to turn off the TV. I went to the kitchen to insert a frozen TV meal into the microwave. I heard, "Fuck me fast and hard now Jack I'm there."

Jack was my boyfriend. I froze where I was standing with my heart beating so hard I could hear it.

I then heard, "Oh god Jack, I cannot get enough of your cock. It is so, 'AAHhhaaaa,' along with a male, 'uungghh...uugghh...ugghh.'"

When I came around I was on the kitchen floor and there was dead silence. I wondered if I had imagined something. I quietly went to the bedroom and it was in perfect order. My brain was spinning. I went into the bathroom, noticed the sink was wet and looked in the clothes hamper and saw a towel. I lifted it and it felt damp. I immediately picked up her perfume fragrance and then his sperm spell.

My heart sank, I was not imagining anymore.

I began to bawl. I did not sleep a wink that night.

Thursday night Jack told me he was going out of town and would see me Monday. So, did he leave town after pumping his seed into the slut? My mine was spinning on what to do.

Not having decided what to do about it, I asked that my locks be changed Saturday morning on the unit.

Saturday afternoon I decided to get out of the apartment and go to work for a while to see if I could get my mind distracted. I did not work. I sat there looking off into space with tears streaming down my cheeks

I was startled out of my skin when I heard, "Anything I can do to help, Amber?" I recognized the voice of the CEO, Mr. Jennings. "No sir, it's a personal thing."

"I assume it is a boyfriend problem at your age."

"Yes sir, it is."

"Well I hope you get it worked out and that it does not interfere with your excellent record here. I have been truly impressed over the last year. Keep up the good work. I have been looking for someone younger to replace my sister. She wants to slow down but I need someone such as her that can keep secrets if you know what I mean."

"Oh yes Mr. Jennings I do. I am sure there are many things that need to be kept confidential in a business as this. I hope when I have my Master's Degree it makes a difference in my qualifications."

"Wonderful to hear you desire to get somewhere and out of this run of the mill type of work. With your personality, brains, and looks, you should be able to achieve your goals and desires."

"I was hoping a MBA would do that for me sir."

"Well get yourself back in shape for Monday, Amber."

"I will sir. Thanks for taking an interest."

I managed to get some work done. Mr. Jennings had left. I was about ready to leave when Jason came in; he was a drafter.

We spoke just in casual terms and he went to his desk. When I was going to leave, I walked over to say bye. I asked him what project he was working on. He mentioned the name. I recognized it as one of the major projects going on at the time.

He said, "I have worked many Saturday afternoons and have never seen you here before. Are you behind in something?"

"No, I just came in for a distraction."

"God, work for a distraction. I think I could find better things in life than work for that."

"Yeah, I suppose so but I did. Maybe the security had an appeal."

"Say if you have nothing going on, how about sticking around awhile and then I will treat you to dinner."

"That would be nice Jason. I will let you finish up and will piddle some at my desk."

I returned to my desk and planned my next few days. I did not desire to sleep again in the bed where Jack got off in some bimbo. I might just as well get over it because he and I were finished after hearing him praise the slut he was pounding and making both of them feel good. If Jason wanted me, he could sample me. He was cute, two years older but immature in my opinion. I decided to sleep on the sofa and buy a new mattress on Sunday. Jason startled me say, "Ready." 

"Yep,"I replied.

We left. He followed me home to drop my car off and then I went with him to the restaurant. It was to one of the Italian chains. We ask the normal getting to know you questions when he asked about boyfriends I lied and told him I was not currently involved. "I would have sent you an e-mail asking for a date but that no personal business on the puter sucks and if we chatted in person, they would have us sleeping together. You always seemed to be in a rush. Would you like to go dancing, to a movie or home after this dinner?"

"Let's go to a movie. I'm a little tired and dancing will not help."

"We could rent a couple and then you can put your feet up at my place or your place."

"That sounds good and your place would be nice." 

I did not desire to be in my place until the mattress on the bed was out of there. We stopped by the rental shop picked up two movies neither of us had seen and then to his place to watch them. He poured some wine and we sat to watch the movies, with me leaning into him, my shoes off and feet up on the sofa. Between the wine, food, no sleep from the night before my eyes were soon closed.

My next awareness was smell of bacon, soft music, covered with a blanket on the sofa.

I blinked my eyes to get myself focused and noticed it was 11:00AM.

I sat up hearing the bacon being fried, then went towards the kitchen, stuck my head in and said, 

"Good morning Jason. That smells delicious."

"Do you want pancakes, eggs or both with you bacon."

"Wow!! One egg over easy and toast would be great."

"Your wish will be ready in ten minutes."

"I will take a quick shower then, thanks."

"Everything you need is in the closet in the bathroom. Help yourself."

I went to the bathroom, stripped opened the closet for a towel and smiled when I saw a several packages of condoms. Some were flavored, some ribbed, some lubricated and some not, etc.

I showered, used his hair dryer and headed to the kitchen after dressing.

"Great timing, Amber, I will put our eggs on. The toast and bacon are ready. I have made a few extra pancakes just in case."

The breakfast was delicious. 

I then asked him to run me home because I had shopping to do. 

I bought the mattress. They told me that they would take the old one. I told them the manager would let them in then on Monday. 

There was a note in my mailbox that my lock would be changed out Monday morning and to stop by the office then to exchange keys. I then called the office and told them not to give out a spare to Jack because we were fighting."

I did not want to stay at my place. I called mom and told her I was coming home to spend the night since my apartment had some kind of obnoxious odor and that management said they would check it out Monday. Mom lived 60 miles from the city. That was just one reason for having my own place. The other of course was having guys sleep over which would never get mom's approval. 

I did talk with Jason Sunday night on the phone. We agreed to play it cool Monday and talked about the few hours spent together.

Jason and I acted as we normally did in the office Monday.

As soon as we were out of the office, I picked up my cell and saw where Jack left me a message. I decided I did not desire to hear it. I deleted it. Then Jason called me. We just had easy light chat and he mentioned that if I had no plans for the upcoming weekend he would like to spend some time with me Saturday night again. I told him I would see how the week went.

When I arrived at my place late because I went for a workout first, I went to the office to obtain my new keys. The secretary said, "Here is a note from Jack. He asked why the lock was changed. I told him I did not know. I mentioned that maybe it had something to do with the new mattress and his fighting with you. Was I right in my answer, Amber?"

"Partially Jen, Partially."

I went to my unit and the unit smelled heavenly with the new mattress.

I opened the note from Jack and it read, "Take care, Amber. It was fun while it lasted."

For the next few weeks things fell into a routine of dating Jason on a Saturday night, going to his place and no longer into movies but into each other. I would go home Sunday afternoon, cleaned the apartment and did the laundry.

On Tuesday, Jason mentioned he needed to work at his part-time job Saturday evening and we would be able to have a date. We had a date Thursday evening since on Friday nights he worked the part-time job also.

On Saturday, knowing he was in the office; I went to the office to see him with the pretense of doing some work.

When I arrived in the office, two others where there catching up on work besides Jason. Alice and Jim were not part of management. 

I stalled around until they left. Then I approached Jason, we chatted a little and were both disappointed we could not get together that evening.

"Amber, only Bob and I have a key to the supply room. Bob is out of town until Tuesday. Want to go in there and get it on? I will then come out with papers and make sure the coast is clear. If not you will have to stay in there until it is."

Jason and I made each other feel good. He went first to check that no one was around and then came back to get me.

I left feeling good, went shopping and then home.

The next month or so went by with its usual pattern.

On a Wednesday morning when I arrived at my desk there was a note from Ms. Bitch indicating to report to Mr. Jennings conference room at 9:30AM. I felt good that Mr. Jennings asked for me. I was thinking it had to do about our little visit a couple of months back.

When I arrived, his secretary indicated for me to go in. 

"Good morning Amber, please have seat. I have some items I want to discuss with you. But first tell me again about your long term plans and goals."

As I was going over them, he got up from his desk, walked over to a coffee pot, poured himself a cup and then said, "Sorry Amber, juice, tea, coffee, soda?"

"Diet soda will be fine, thank you Mr. Jennings."

"Now why does that not surprise me? I assume you work out some to maintain that lovely form. Am I right?"

"Yes sir, I try."

"Here you are Amber."

"Thank you, sir."

He had opened it. I took a sip. I started again to explain my ambitions and goals.

I then felt hands on my shoulders. I jumped from the chair and said, "Mr. Jennings that is inappropriate of you. I'm sorry but I don't want to advance my career based on doing things like that."

"Like what Amber?"

"Well I assume your hands may have desired to become friendly."

"Your assumption is correct."

"Please sit down Amber and let me show you something."

I did as he returned to his desk. He pointed a remote control to the huge TV in the room. 

There was a light in the background as if a door had opened. A light came on and I recognized the room and saw Jason and me coming into the supply room. I died. I sat stunned, embarrassed and petrified.

Mr. Jennings did not say a word. I lowered my head not to look at it and he shouted, "Watch it Amber, now."

I raised my head to look at the TV as tears ran down my cheeks.

I heard, "Very good mouth action Amber, very good. 

I bet your boy friend's loves that mouth of yours."

We sat there in silence until it was over. I was shaking and nauseas.

When it was over, he leaned forward on his desk and said, "Amber I am really disappointed in you. You were an exemplary employee until your closet tryst. I was hoping ... well never mind. In this envelope is your pay to date and a two weeks sev..."

When I came back to reality, I was on his sofa, feet up on the armrest. I saw Mr. Jennings looking down at me.

"I am sorry Amber but that was a very indiscriminate thing to do on company property. If it will console you any, Jason' severance pay is on my desk. You two should be able to console each other more than ever. In addition, I noticed that you borrowed money from the company for your car. According to the contract, the balance is due in 10 days from the date of last check. If not then we reposes the vehicle. Good luck to you Amber in pursuing your goals."

I was in a panic state and bawling heavily.

I heard, "I will let you compose yourself and I will work at the table. If you have any questions before picking up your checks, I will try to answer them. Again, I am sorry. After our visit some time ago I had very high hopes for you in the organization."

I laid there bawling. He handed me a box of tissues. My life was flashing by me. It was ending.

Since Jason and I were indiscriminate, Mr. Jennings was right.

I was then thinking that maybe I could salvage Jason's and my job if I offered myself to him since that seemed to be where this was headed when he placed his hands on my shoulders.

I was wondering should I grovel, plead and beg or just go blow him since that seemed to be of interest to him from the tape they had made. Maybe if he liked the way I would blow him, maybe he would permit me to continue working even if I had to do him a few times more. 

I lifted my legs, placed my feet on the floor and sat wiping the few tears still coming. He picked up the envelopes and walked over to me. I was looking directly at his crotch. He stuck the envelopes in front of my eyes. I moved a hand as if to take them but went for his zipper. I pulled it down, scooted to the floor, reached in to find the cock I was going to blow.

The envelopes disappeared from my eyes. His cock was expanding. I pulled it out from his boxers and directed it to my mouth. I took it into my mouth and began to do him as he saw me doing Jason. I placed my hands on his butt and decided well if nothing else, he might regret having fired me. I heard the envelopes drop to the floor as his hands engulfed my head. 

My mind was racing. I had never deep throated a cock nor swallowed semen. I always would spit it but I know guys would like it if I did. I just focused on giving him the best head he ever had. I knew when guys would blow, so when he tensed to fire, I shoved my head to his fat belly and let him fire down my throat while inhaling through my nose the best I could. He moaned and growled the whole time he was firing. He deflated quickly and pulled out his five inches of manhood. He reached for some tissues, handed me some, zipped up and headed to his desk. 

I cleaned my mouth, reached for the envelopes on the floor and heard, "Amber please sit and let me offer you a chance to redeem yourself."

My mind was pleased on hearing that. I took a deep breath, sat down and waited.

"Amber take a sip of soda. How much do you treasure your job and Jason's?"

"A whole lot sir."

"So tell me. No, I have a better idea. I assume you desire to continue working for this organization where your future still could be very good. If so, go back to your desk and think about how you might redeem yourself. Come back at 3:00PM and give me your thoughts and suggestions. In the meantime leave your panties here with me."

I died at hearing his request but did as he requested. I was very embarrassed at not having underwear on going back to my desk.

When I returned to my desk, everything seemed normal except for the cool air on my privates. Jason was nowhere about. I had difficulty concentrating on what I would say to Mr. Jennings at 3:00PM

I skipped lunch and went for a walk to try to give an answer that he would accept. I decided any answer I give, he could reject other than I will do anything you request, sir. I knew it was blackmail. I could take the checks and go.

I swallowed hard knowing if I gave him that answer, I would be opening myself up to all sorts of weird request from a dirty old man.

I wanted my job. I did not want Jason to lose his.

At 3:00PM, I headed to his office. 

I was told to proceed directly to Mr. Jennings conference room.

"Come in Amber. I assume you have good news for me. So how do you propose to redeem yourself, Amber?"

"I have decided to do anything you ask of me beyond what is in my job description."

"Well that is a good start Amber. How about after hours?"

My heart skipped not expecting that question.

"Yes sir, including after hours."

"Excellent answers Amber. I knew you had brains as well as a hot body."

I just knew if I did not give him that answer, things would not go smooth.

"Well Amber here is my first request. Here are the envelopes for Jason just as they were for you. You are to fire him. However, you may console him and explain to him that he may remain on the payroll if he agrees to the follow your lovely example of redeeming yourself. Now if he agrees as you have so wisely chosen, you press this button to alert me he has agreed. When I return, I desire to see you two in the same position as in the storeroom but 100% naked, understood Amber? If he walks out of the office with the envelopes, I will know he has chosen another career path. Good luck with my first request. I will have the secretary call him to the room. Please make yourself as comfortable as possible. You may even sit in my chair if it helps. Oh by the way, you are to remain in my office if he chooses to leave."

When Jason appeared, I was already sobbing. He walked over to me and asked what happened. I explained the whole scene and the consequences crying the whole time. It was 7:00PM by the time Jason and I stripped. I pushed the button. Jason then moved to the conference table, placed his hands on it with his back to it and I knelt to deep throat him. 

We both had to hear the door open and close but I did not make a move to see who it was. We then heard, "Excellent decision Jason. I see you are as intelligent as your girl friend. Just keep doing what you are while I drag out some of her sweet pussy juices for you to enjoy."

I felt Mr. Jennings fingers slide in and out of my wet, hot leaking pussy. He was finger fucking me. We then heard, "Amber, I do not desire to see or smell his jism. You know what you need to do. I will leave you two now to finish any way you desire. When you are dressed, push the button again, please. But before I leave, Jason, please clean my fingers of that lovely pussy nectar that Amber is making."




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I heard, Jason sucking the fingers of Mr. Jennings.

I died and turned red but knew either I stopped blowing Jason or finish him and swallow. I needed to cum because of Mr. Jennings fingering. I drank Mr. Jennings so why not Jason.

I felt Jason tense and moan, so I buried my nose in Jason's hair patch as he made his delivery. 

When Jason softened, I pulled off his cock and being so horny said, "Let me lie back on the table and you eat me Jason. He got me horny and I want you to make me cum. If he is watching, maybe we will not have to do many favors. 

We then dressed and I pushed the button after feeling good from the orgasm. Mr. Jennings appeared and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, now in the morning Amber you report to the company nurse. She will shave your mound for you or you may do it at home before reporting but in either case report to her. You may bring panties to work but you will not need them while working. Jason you report to the nurse also. Either you de-hair your nuts or she will but on the floor tomorrow, your balls will be hairless. In addition, she will give you something else to remind you of today's commitment, understood."

"Yes Mr. Jennings."

"You two finish up your work so as not to be behind. Have a good nights rest and see you sometime tomorrow."

We left his office and hurried to our desks to finish up. The bitch was still there looking daggers at me. It was 10:30PM when I headed out. I was replaying the day when the cell rang. It was Jason. "Hi Jason." 

"I am just leaving. Is it too late for me to drop by? We need to talk."

"No, I was hoping you would."

He arrived shortly and I bawled while he held me and said, "We need to report his ass to the authorities."

"Jason we did everything freely. We could have taken the checks and walked. How would we explain that video away? I am sure we were videoed today. The lawyers and judge would have a picnic watching us."

"You are right Amber. I am so upset about it."

"I know Jason. Let's make the best of it and who knows where it might lead."

"Jason, I have never shaved myself bare. Would you do me that favor? I hate the thoughts of the office nurse doing me. I have hair remover for my legs, maybe it will work for you."

We removed each other's hair and by then we just had the best sex we ever had together. 

Jason stayed the night. We set the alarm early so we could get it on before going to the office.

We both knew we needed to report to the nurse so we headed there. When we went in, she asked me to sit because it would take longer with me than him.

As I was flipping a magazine I heard, "Oh God those are killing me."

I jumped and wondered what was killing him and what was in store for me.

He came out into the waiting area walking a little funny, rolled his eyes, walked over to me and said, "She locked handcuffs around my cock and nuts. She told me by noon I would have a constant hard-on and to enjoy it and to remember if I went in the john to release the pressure, there would by eyes to enjoy the show."

I heard, "Amber you are next. Please come along now."

I walked with her and she said, "You can either strip or hold up your dress for me to take some measurements."

I decided on holding up my dress not desiring to strip. I heard, "Great job of shaving. Mr. Jennings will love that later today when he eats you. Now I need to do some measurements for a custom fit chastity belt. Once that will be in place in a week or so the only time a cock will get into you is if Mr. Jennings gives you the key after you ask and he approves."

My heart leaped and I wanted to run but where to. I stood there while she did the measuring and then said, "You have perfect dimensions Amber. The belt will take less time because of that. There are not many perfect around. I did not desire to ask what perfect meant. Hold your dress a little longer there and I will fit you with a temporary one for office use but it will not be to hold cock out, it will be to hold something in place. Spread your legs wide apart so I can insert the toy."

"What is it? Is it going to hurt?"

"Not at all sweetie. Mr. Jennings would not like that."

"What is it then?"

"Sweetie I cannot tell but you will love it. When you come back this afternoon we will chat about it."

"Get set for a push like a cock for a few seconds then I need to place a temporary belt on you. Don't worry you can potty with it in place."

I went, "Oh," as I felt her shove something into my vagina.

Then she placed the belt on me. She held a mirror and asked me to look. I died from seeing myself in the harness of some type but knew I could pee if I needed.

"Go to work hon and see you the last thing before going home tonight."

I was wondering was that a mistake when she said, "Tonight."

When I returned to my desk the bitch came to me and said, "Hurry up and catch up Amber, otherwise you will be very late getting out."

I looked over at Jason but he would not look at me.

I was rushing to get caught up with my work. About 10:30 AM whatever was in my vagina came to life. I ran to the bathroom, lifted my dress, and saw the belt. I was defeated. The vibration was intensifying. I sat down on the stool and forced my finger between my pussy lips that were tight together and orgasmed. When I recovered from the orgasm, the vibrating had stopped. I used tissue to clean best I could.

As I walked out of the woman's bathroom, Jason came out of his, rolled his eyes, and headed to his desk.

When I returned to my desk, I had an e-mail. I nearly fainted because it was from Mr. Jennings. I open it and it read. "Thanks for keeping your promise. Be in my office please at 12:30 PM. We will have lunch together."

I hustled to get ahead of my work knowing I would be delayed a little more.

At 12:30, I headed to the office and was as before told to go in. Mr. Jennings came up to me, took me by the chin, tilted my head, and said, "You have made excellent decisions Amber, you will go far. Look, I have a 1:30 appointment so strip and we will give each other lunch. I will lie on my table and we will feed each other."

I was wondering how but soon discovered. As I took off my bra, the vibrations in my vagina were starting again. I climbed onto the table, lowered my pussy to Mr. Jennings mouth, suck his cock into my mouth and we both fed each other lunch.I waited for instructions and heard, "Clean yourself with tissues Amber, then find your panties, and line them with tissue. When the vibrations start this afternoon sometime, you remain at your desk until they cease. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mr. Jennings."

"Excellent, now get dressed and hurry back to work."

I went about my work and around 3:30PM, the vibration began in my pussy and was very light. I proceeded about my work trying not to concentrate on them. However, my body would not have anything to do with it. The soft vibrations were getting to me. I was building close to an orgasm after 15 minutes. I grabbed my desk and closed my eyes as an orgasm rolled through me; thank god, I had a liner. 

The vibrations did not change any in speed or intensity. I went about my work but my nipples were stiffening because I was enjoying the pleasure of a constant vibration in my pussy. I had another orgasm but this was maybe 20 minutes from the first. When I had calmed the vibration was still occurring. 

I worked fast to stay current with my work knowing another would hit me soon. The time had elapsed to thirty minutes and I was really enjoying the pleasure. However, the expected orgasm did not happen. I just glowed and began to smile internally liking it. I was startled by the vibration starting harder and faster. I grabbed the desk and uttered a moan through clenched teeth. I looked around and no one heard.

The vibrations stopped. There was an e-mail from Mr. Jennings. It read, "Excellent, now go change your panty liner and June will be talking to you in the women's room as you are washing your hands."

My heart was beating not seeing June on my way to the room. I went in to do the change and when I came out of the stall, June was there. I blushed at hearing, "Hi Amber. We are supposed to get it on in the nurse's office at 5:30PM when the nurse takes our temporary belts off. Then we are to report to Mr. Jennings office with no pants under our dress. I'm scared to death never having gotten it on with a girl. Have you?"

"No June and I'm scared. Can we talk tonight on the phone or can you come to my place?"

"Sure, I will leave you my number on your desk. We have 30 minutes to get some work done before reporting to the nurse."

We reported together both us terrified. She smiled and said for us to strip and she would take the belts off and the toys out.

We did strip. She then pulled the toy out of my pussy and said, "Open your mouth June. You get to taste Amber and Amber you open your mouth you get to taste June." 

We did and had these things in our mouth and they vibrated.

"Swallow girls, I want them nice and clean so they will be ready for tomorrow."

After 5 minutes, the vibration stopped and we heard, "Open and I will take them out. Now you two kiss each other then mess with each other's nipples and get them nice and hard. When your nipples are hard, lie on the bed there on your sides and eat each other. Be sure you both cum."

We did as the company nurse told us and then she handed us robes. She told us to put them on and to bring our personal stuff and follow her. When went into an elevator and when the door opened we were in Mr. Jennings office. Jack was standing there naked with the hardest hard-on I have ever seen in a guy. His cock was throbbing. His hands were cuffed behind him and if he moved them, it would pull a chain, which was connected to cuffs around his cock and balls. He would then aggravate his situation. 

The door opened with Ms. Bitch leading the way and Mr. Jennings behind her.

"Excellent ladies, just excellent; look how hard Jason is and in need of getting off watching you two eating each other. Let me demonstrate the power of desire."

Mr. Jennings nodded his head. Ms. Bitch walked up to Jason, stepped behind, was careful not to touch his hands, told him to spread his legs, reached between his spread legs and cupped his nuts and wrapped another hand around his cock. Jason fired semen several feet in front of him, moaned and sank to his knees as more volleys of cum left his body. He collapsed forward onto his forehead. Ms. Bitch removed the cuffs around his wrist.

We then heard, "Ladies face down on the table and take your hands and spread those ass cheeks."

June and I looked at each other with fear but did as he suggested. We noticed both Mr. Jennings and his sister stripping. I was wondering what was going to happen.

I saw them flip a coin. Ms. Bitch knelt behind June and started to use her tongue and Mr. Jennings did the same to me. After a few minutes, the tongue felt good. I just pictured it as Jason's tongue there and not Mr. Jennings. I began to hump. He then stopped. I opened my eyes and they made a switch. I winched at the thought of Ms. Bitch tonguing me but it was feeling like Mr. Jennings tongue so I replaced her with him in my brain.

I had an orgasm and moaned it aloud. I heard June right behind me. We heard, "I think they are lubricated sufficiently sis and warmed up, don't you. They both tasted yummy. Well ladies, Jason is thirsty so we need to get you two to generate more liquid so you can quench his thirst." 

"My sister is going to fuck you both. After you have your cum you go sit on Jason's face and deliver your cum juices to him."

My eyes bugged open, my heart was pounding when I saw a strap-on on Ms. Bitch. She placed it at June's pussy and shoved. June lifted off the table and screamed, "Oh God." She lowered her head and started to whimper.

After a few minutes, Ms. Bitch came to me. Hold them cheeks apart hon and it will not hurt as much. I did as she said and went, "AHHHHhhhhhh," as she shoved it in. It was stuffing me and I just reached across the table to grip the edge and then to visualize a guy doing me with a fat cock.

She left me, went back to June, and started on her again. "Oh no, Oh god I don't want to cum on a fake cock, Oh god, oh god I can't stop, Ohoooo...ohhoo, god."

Ms. Bitch returned to me. I needed a cock since she left me and I was humping the fake as if it were real. I heard a soft whisper, "Cum for me Amber, cum for me."

I opened my mouth and did the same as June. As the waves of pleasure rolled over me they become more intense with her jamming and I screamed, "Oh God yes, yes, yes, Ohoooooo, yes."

When she pulled out she patted me on the butt and said, "Give Jason your nectar."

June lifted from Jason's face and tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat there on Jason's face, letting my juices leak into Jason's mouth as his tongue was stabbing my pussy. I heard, "Squeeze them pussy muscles Amber, make sure he gets it all."

"Okay girls, watch my sister."

We saw her kneel and position Jason's cock at her pussy entrance but did not put it in. She masturbated herself, and then opened her mouth to inhale air, dropped onto Jason's cock and screamed, "Yes. Yes, yes, yes," as Jason's cock disappeared and him firing and going, "Unnnggg...uuunngg...uuugggg," at the same time.

June and I stood shocked at seeing the scene.

After Ms. Bitch had calmed down she walked over to the table, lied down on her back, lifted her legs, pulled her pussy lips open and said, "Jason's come clean me up."

My heart leaped into my throat. She had ordered Jason to clean her up, meaning he would be sucking his own sperm and her cum juice from her pussy. I put my hands over my mouth and turned my back so as not to see it happen.

Jason managed to bury his face in her. His licking to clean her caused her to cum again. We then heard, "Amber you can clean me now."

I flushed but went to do it as Jason stepped to the side. She had another cum. Then she said, "June clean momma now."

June went over red faced and did the same until Ms. Bitch had another cum. Ms. Bitch was horny wanting to be eaten so much. I was wondering how long it had been since anyone had their mouth on her, doing her.

Then we heard, "Amber, June, you two place yourselves in the same position my sister was."

Jennings went to eating us and alternating between us. I grabbed my breasts with closed eyes and messed with them. I was so hot even if it was from a balding old man. I did not come down much between the times he was doing June and I because I needed to get off. He was holding me at different plateaus as he built me. I exploded first and heard him slurping June. Soon June fired. 

We calmed down and we heard, "Look at Jason, his nuts are hurting again. June you get over there and get Amber's boyfriend off with your mouth."

Jason's hands went to June's head. He buried his cock all the way, stiffened and growled his orgasm, which had to be dry fires by then.

When he calmed down and June lifted off we heard, "Have a nice night people. Get lots of rest, big weekend ahead for all of you. And remember to report to the nurse to get fitted again in the morning."

It was 8:30PM when we left the building. We decided to eat around the corner so we could chat about the day. During the meal, we found out that June was caught on video, masturbating in a stall and she needed the job and money so promised to do anything. By the time we were done eating, we were so horny, it was decided Jason and June would come to my place. 

Jason would fuck June, then she and I would 69 and then Jason would fuck me. Jason would go home and June would spend the night. June and I were same size so I could give her fresh clothes in the morning. It was mid-night when Jason left. June and I were spent. We just placed our hands on each other's face and then we were startled by the alarm waking us up. 

We showered and reported to the nurse for the fitting. She told us we could wear our panties today and be sure to have them lined well and if we needed more than the eggs were giving us, we were free to go into the stalls and finger ourselves.

When we arrived, Jason was working at his station and did not look up. As soon as I reached my desk, the egg started to vibrate softly. Mine had a steady slow movement and by 10:00 AM, I had had four cums. At 10:30AM and e-mail came from Mr. Jennings telling me to report to the nurse so she could change out the egg and replaced it with one that had a full battery charge.

When I went into the office, she was waiting and said, "Great to see you on time. Follow me please and we will make the switch. Lift up the dress and hold it while I get it out."

I did as she said. She removed the belt and then her hand went to my mound, the hand went over the mound and she began to flick my clit with her fingertip. She pressed her lips to mine and I exploded in a cum from the finger flicking. Being she was my age some of the tension was gone as her hands had been there so many times in the last few hours, I let myself enjoy. 

She then pulled out the egg, offered it to my mouth, while replacing it with a new one in my pussy that was vibrating instantly and then replaced the belt.

She then took the one from my mouth, told me to put my panty back on with some liners and eat her to a cum. She stripped, went to the bed and opened herself for me to eat her. As I was eating her, the vibrations were increasing. I slipped one hand into my panties, worked fast on her and suck her juices as she was cumming and I was juicing at the same time.

I heard, "See you tonight and stop by June and tell her I am waiting for her. I did as nurse Alice asked. I saw Jason look up at me when I whispered to June that it was her turn."

The egg vibrated slowly all day. I changed liners often but was becoming accustomed to the sensation and desired more but I had no control over it.

Late in the day, I received an e-mail from Mr. Jennings. It read that a car would pick Jason up at 2:00PM, June at 2:30PM and me at 3:00PM and we were free to wear anything we desired. The party would be at Mr. Jennings place and we should not plan anything until we returned home Sunday afternoon sometime between 3:00 and 5:00PM

It seems on Fridays every one is ready to leave by 5:00PM. The three of us headed to the nursed office. She smiled and said, "So punctual and I am glad to see Jason with you. Now Amber take your panties off and lift your skirt. I am going to take the belt off and then June is going to drink your juice as you cum. As soon as I had my panty off, the egg went into high vibration. Alice removed the belt and I was ready to explode. I opened my mouth for air and as soon as June's mouth enclosed my mound, I grabbed her head and made my delivery.

The same happened to June as I eat her.

The nurse went to Jason and we heard, "Please don't touch me, I'll cream my pants." Alice's hand cupped his balls in his pants and he did indeed cream them. We watched the wet spot expand as he fired his nut juice. She then undid his belt, lowered his trouser and said, "Ladies lick his mess up after I un-cuff his toy."

We licked his semen up, used tissues on our face, replaced our panties with liners and left. We heard, "See you tomorrow at the party."

Jason asked us to walk in front of him to hide the spot. He then headed home to change and then to his part time job. June and I grabbed a bite to eat then chatted, trying to anticipate what would happen at the party Saturday.

During eating, we mentioned missing the vibrations in our pussy. We were enjoying it. We decided to walk down the street to an adult toy store and search for it or something similar. We both were somewhat embarrassed doing it but we were horny for it. We found the egg and when checking out, the guy at the counter said, "The battery will last longer and the unit will last longer if you stuff it in a condom first before inserting it. It keeps the moisture out of the working parts. He smiled and tossed in a handful of condoms and said, "On the house, enjoy."




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June and I went to her place and fixed them up as the clerk suggested, inserted them and turned them on. We switched the controllers so I was controlling hers and she was controlling mine. We giggled and messed around with them until we were so worked up we each had an orgasm. We discovered that on the high vibration setting, it was massaging the g-spot when we stood. Now we understood what the ones at the office were doing. After two orgasms, we decided to eat each other inducing more cums. We woke up and the vibration had stopped, because of dead batteries.

In the morning I showered and headed home thinking I was getting hornier by the day for sex and the person I was going to have it with no longer mattered. I began to wonder where will it end or will it end.

At three the cell rang and I was told the car was there and to come on out. I was just in jeans and loose fitting blouse. They told us to wear anything comfortable . The driver was a mid-twenties handsome black guy in a white shirt, black tie and trousers. He held the door, smiled at me with a good afternoon.

I hugged June and Jason and we giggled and told Jason about the toy we had bought and he said, "Sometimes I think you girls can enjoy sex in so many different ways, I'm jealous."

June said, "Well we should be able to because we have to deal with the results of your fucking us if we get pregnant."

When we arrived at the Jennings's place, it was huge. It was a cut stone building, three stories high with so many windows. I would assume they were all rooms.

Nurse Alice met us at the door. The foyer was immense with a huge three tiered water fountain with gold fish in the lower basin. We heard voices but could not see anyone. She asked us to follow her. 

When we arrived at a room on the second floor, we meet a girl our age. Alice made the introduction. Her name was Ginger. Alice asked us to become acquainted while we waited for another young woman to arrive.

We asked Ginger where she worked and she mentioned in Jennings's purchasing department. June said, "Are you here because you made him a promise?"

"Yes."

"We are also. We are wondering what all will go on."

"I have no idea but am sure we will be used a lot by the guest before it is over. I have never had so many cocks in me as this week as in my whole life. Arnold, Mr. Jennings's son had me in his office riding him all the time and then when he wasn't, I was called to other department manager's offices. I don't know when he did his work."

I think June and I both blushed and got a little scared but the idea of cocks was appealing.

The door opened and Alice returned with another girl our age. She said, "This is Mary from the leasing department. She will be able to fill you in on a lot of detail since this is her second party. Being Mrs. Jennings's has not met anyone of you and desires to remain anonymous until later; I am going to blindfold you all. You then strip and wait for her to introduce herself. After she has left, I will return to remove the blind folds and to then hand you the appropriate uniforms for the party."

We did as Alice had requested. We heard the door open and Alice voice said, "Spread your legs girls so Mrs. Jennings's can take a look at the fresh pussy her husband has invited. I assume we all did." We then heard, "Nice looking cock Jason. I hope it and I become more closely acquainted soon."

I then uttered, "Ohhoooooo," as fingers and thumbs pinched, pulled and twisted my nipples.

The fingers left me and I heard, "Ouch from Mary, Ohooooo from June, and Mmmmm from Ginger."

I then heard, "Bend forward Jason. I want to take a look at that asshole and spread you cheeks." I heard, "AHHHHH," from Jason," then, "You can stand now young man."

"Stand shoulder to shoulder Ginger and June, please. Let me help you. Now hold the center hands, bend forward and touch the floor. The next sound either came from Ginger or June and it was, "Oh god, oh, and the other sound was, "Mmmmmm."

By now, I was horny and leaking. I could feel the cool liquids on the inside of my thigh.

"You two can stand now."

"Mary and Amber, hold hands and I will help you get side by side, forward now touching the floor. Both our hands gripped each other as two or three fingers must have been shoved into both of our pussies simultaneously and I uttered, "Oh god," and Mary uttered, "Mmmm." 

"Stand now please."

"Now ladies I want you two to start kissing each other and get as hot as you want. Nurse Alice will play with your boobs, and I will treat you to a nice cum."

You other two can kiss if you want but no more than that. 

I felt a hand on one of my boobs, two or three fingers into my pussy and a thumb on my clit. I moaned into Mary's mouth and she was moaning into mine. She must have been receiving the same treatment. We broke our kissing and screamed out or cums as, "Ohhhhhhhhhoooooooooo," as it rolled over us.

"Mary, Amber, open your mouths. I am going to feed you the fingers that were in your partner's hot pussy and I want you to lick them clean." We did as she asked.

The same scene was repeated with June and Ginger.

We then heard, "See you at the party."

We heard Nurse Alice say, "Poor Jason has a terrific hard-on from hearing all of this activity. Girls take off your blind folds and Jason take your meat and show us how you beat it to make it shoot."

Jason wrapped his hand around it, opened his mouth to verbalize the feeling as the juices were surging from his sack as Nurse Alice grabbed his balls with a hand. He fired the juices; probably the furthest they ever were fired. The room soon smelled of semen.

Five small wet spots were on the hardwood floor from his firing, the first and furthest out to the last and nearest. Well ladies, there are four of you and with Jason makes five. Take your blindfold off Jason and each of you clean up a spot. I want to hear you suck it up like a straw.

We all did as she requested. We all blushed when we looked at Jason knowing it was his and where it came from.

"Ladies I will fix you up like at the office with the egg and belt."

June and I smiled at each other knowing how we liked the egg in us reminding us we had a pussy that needed to be stuffed.

June, Ginger, and I were handed very short white cocktail server's skirts that just reached the bottom of our butt cheeks. Mary received a black one along with a white apron as we were handed black aprons. All of us were handed white, ankle length socks and white tennis shoes.

Jason was handed a black leather snap away jock strap that he filled out nicely when he had it on We then heard, "You girls with the white skirts will learn later why Mary's is in a black skirt." 

Nurse Alice then said, "Mary, you may begin your duties while I explain to these other's their duties for the night. You will be serving cocktails to the party guest. As you walk amongst them and since being this your first time, they will desire to feel your lovely body, and kiss you. This will only last a minute or two by the guest. If it last more than two minutes in your mind, just make a polite excuse you have duties to attend and continue walking the area and asking if the guests need refills and pick up the empties and turn them in for washing." 

"When you arrive, there will be others doing the same so tag with them until you are comfortable to be on your on."

"Now the scene you will be working in will make you horny. In addition, your egg will be vibrating. If the need to cum hits you, just stand and cum. If you need to use a finger to cum then do it in public at least in the presence of one guest. Oh, the cocktail servers will have pleated white mini- skirts on and be topless. The female guests may not wear white. It helps us to separate guests from the servers such as you. Hopefully, you will be a regular hostess in the near future. All rooms are monitored by cameras; if you select to cum in private then you will be expected to repeat it in front of everyone when Mr. Jennings gathers the guest and asked you to make yourself cum in front of them all."

We all looked at each other in shock. She continued. "There is no point in asking Mr. Jennings to permit someone to screw you to help relieve the stress until 10:00PM. He will not allow it. At 10:00, you may approach Mr. Jennings and asked that the belt be removed. He will then give you further instructions. So when the leakage reaches your ankles, find tissue to dry yourself to your knees only. The guest love to run their hands up from your knee to the leak when they see it. Remember only two minutes and they are not permitted to assist in a cum. Make sure their hand in not up under your skirt but for a quick feel. This makes them hornier also, desiring more of you later. Just step back away from them, understood?"

I was leaking already thinking of people stroking the inside of my thigh and reaching my belt. 

Ginger was right. We were going to be fucked a lot but it was going to be after 10:00PM. Why was I so horny wanting this? A week ago I would have revolted.

We then heard, "Jason, to help you appreciate the feelings that the girls will be having, drop that nut holder; kneel on the floor with your cheeks spread apart. I have an egg for you that will stimulate feelings you have never experienced. Remember no asking for relief until 10:00PM.You will be walking around with a constant hard-on I am sure. I have not seen a guy yet that was not in that condition. Don't worry, guests are not permitted to touch it or kiss it. They may kiss your mouth and tell you they desire to be fucked later." 

"So keep in mind the number that a guest will have on, Jason. Mr. Jennings will permit you at 10:00 to fuck the one you desire, provided she asks you specifically to be her number one choice. You can not select a lady that has not asked you to do her."

We heard, "UUUUgggghhhh," from Jason as the egg was slipped into his ass. Then we heard, "Stand now and let see if it works."

He stood, closed his eyes as his cock started to expand and from his mouth was, "Oh damn, Oh no." His eyes popped open and Alice said, "Good it works; Jason that will be on a very low setting. Nice feeling isn't it?"

"Yeah, I thought I was going to cum."

"Have you wondered about how men love doing men?"

"I know now, wow."

"Well Jason, tonight you are going to experience it. Between now and then you will go from no-way to begging for it. In a couple of weeks, Mr. Jennings will let you experience the feeling of a guy in you and your cock in a girl. Girls always say when a cock is behind a cock they feel like a fire hose hit them. So until then, enjoy and put your strap back on and let's go get you all started."

We all looked at each other and when I looked Jason in the eyes, he just rolled them and shook his head.

We headed back to the lower level by a different route. I asked to go to the potty. Alice said they would wait on me. When I entered, it was just one huge room with several shower heads, five toilets, five washbasins and other feminine needs but obviously no privacy.

When I re-joined them, Alice escorted us to the liquid refreshment area and introduced us to three girls and a guy also having a jock strap on. Alice told us the girls would assist us on becoming comfortable with our duties. My eyes kept locking on one of them. She was awesome in stature and looks. Why was this turning me on? I wanted to taste her. Would she let me? 

After Alice had finished her instructions, the girl I had focused on, came up to me, smiled, kissed me, reached up under my skirt, drugged her finger over my slit, broke the kiss and said, "I think we are going to get along wonderfully Amber, I'm Emily. With your looks, you will have everyone horny before the night is over. It is unusual for three new girls to be invited at the same time. The guys sure will be going home drained."

My heart was beating a little fast and I was warming up hearing what she had said. She then took my arm and walked me through the entertainment area.

There must have been ten sofas, twenty huge chairs, three wet bars, a dance floor and many erotic pictures on the walls. The room was decorated in red. As we were walking, the vibrator started. I grabbed Emily more out of shock and let out with, "Ohhooo." She smiled at me and then said, "All of the girls that are in white pleaded skirts and topless are hostesses for the guests that would begin arriving at 7:30PM either alone or in couples."

I heard, "Amber by 9:00PM you will have lost count of the hands that will have been on you and the feel ups because you are fresh for them. Your egg will not stop vibrating and it will just stay at that level to enhance your desires on top of the other sensations that you will be getting by seeing some very erotic sex and feelings of the hands and mouth that have been on you. By 9:30, you will desire a cock, as you never have before. Just do what it takes to survive until 10:00 when you can go to Mr. Jennings and beg him to let someone fuck you. He will then give you some options."

I asked, "Where you dressed like me and my friends the first time you came here?"

"No Amber, I came with my boyfriend at the time. 

Mr. Jennings was fucking me. He must have been the tenth guy into me that night. He asked me if I wanted to be a hostess. I was so horny from everything happening and what I saw, I replied, 

"Of course."

"He then asked me to come to his office and sign a contract. I went on a Monday and have been here for two years now and I beg to be invited. It becomes addictive Amber. You will not have any control over the desire. It intensifies the more you participate. If you are not here and know a party is going on, you are going crazy at home wanting to be here." 

"When I started I was dressed like this. Everyone that will see you tonight will know because of the way you are dressed, you are paying something back to Mr. Jennings. When you are dressed like us, you will be shocked at the money Mr. Jennings will give you for coming to his parties." 

I stood with my mouth open. Emily saw it and said, "Yeah, he gets money from the guys to have the privilege to fuck us and he shares it. We know how many guys are at the party, we know what they pay, and we divide it by the girls that are here. Therefore, nothing is hidden. I do not work at all any more other than at these parties. Once he is satisfied you have repaid him for whatever you did, he will offer you a contract or maybe a VP position where you get good money and just come here for lots of sex."

"Stick close to me tonight and things will go smoothly for you and then before going home tomorrow we can get it on. I'm leaking now just thinking of us playing together. How are you doing? Your nipples are nice and hard like mine."

I felt her hand at my knee and heard, "Wow Amber you are wet below the knee. Come with me and I will show you where the tissues are."

I followed her and the vibrations from the egg and all the talk had worked me to near cumming. I remembered the warning it needed to be in front of a guest if I wanted to use my finger.

"Emily I need to use my finger I think from all this talk and the egg but there are no guests."

"Come with me. If you cum before we get to Mr. Jennings just hold onto me or something and then we can turn back."

Her saying Mr. Jennings name calmed me down a little. We walked into another area and he was standing talking with another hostess. A big smile came across his face when he saw us approaching. 

We heard, "Hello Emily and Amber. Well I see by the shine inside your legs Amber that you must need something desperately. Am I correct in my assumptions?"

"Yes Mr. Jennings. Emily was orienting me and along with this egg I feel I need to use my fingers to cum but there are no guest."

"I understand Amber, but I think we can assist you without you needing to use a finger. Close your eyes and focus on your pussy."

I did as he asked me to do. The egg must have gone into the highest vibrating setting it could and sent me on my way. I opened my mouth to scream when both breasts where inhaled by warm mouths. I grabbed the bodies that sucked my tits and flicking the nips and experienced a violent orgasm and going, "OHOOOOOO," as it charged through my body. Why are these orgasms so different from those with my finger, or dildo or a guy I was asking myself? Is it my constant state of horniness doing it?

Sometime during the orgasm, the egg stopped and I calmed down a little. 

I heard, "Now see a finger was not necessary. Go with Emily, clean up, and then continue. You are doing fine Amber have fun."

As she lead me to the tissues I asked her who was it that sucked my boobs. I heard, "Mrs. Jennings and me."

I stopped in my tracks, opened my mouth went bugged eyed and stared at Emily.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

"God yes, Emily. God Emily, I'm building again even without the egg vibration now knowing how beautiful the person was upstairs that messed me before coming down. She mentioned she wanted to taste me later. 

Oh Emily, my God this is torture. Emily I need to hold onto something. The egg started and I'm going to, 'Ohooo...Ohooo...Ohooo,'" grabbing my tits at the same time pulling hard on the nipples.

When I settled, Emily was using tissues on my legs and when she reached the knees, she indicated for me to finish.

"Wow Emily, I will be screaming for a cock in no time if this keeps up. I want one now."

She just smiled and said, "Some guest have arrived let's mix."

When I arrived in the red room, Mary was standing with a serving tray in her left hand, her eyes closed and her mouth open as a guy had a breast in his mouth and feeling her up under the skirt. I scanned the room for June but spotted Amber in the same situation as Mary but a black guy was treating her to sensations.

My heart stopped for a second, I looked at Emily and asked, "Emily will there be many black guys?"

"Depends Amber, Mr. Jennings makes the offers. There might be 5 or maybe 10. With four of you here tonight, in special uniforms, I suspect it might be twenty guys around but the mix I would not venture a guess."

"Let's get a serving tray and begin to circulate. If any questions come up ask me."

I smiled when we were picking up the drinks in glasses with wide bases. They were more like cocktail glasses than champagne.

We just walked the floor slowly and looking around to see if we could get some drinks or pick up empty glasses. Emily punched me to look the other directions. It was Jason being kissed by a women and her date had his hand on his jock strap. The champagne in the glasses was shaking that he was holding with his right hand on the tray.

We noticed more couple and singles arriving. Emily said, "Let's load up our tray and serve."

We did as she suggested and walked the floor to distribute the drinks we were carrying. 

The first couple we came upon, took a look at me before I could ask if I could be of service and said, "Muzzle the speech hon, let me feel your hot pussy and those lips," as he kissed me. He messed with me. I did as he asked and I was just coming out of the shock when he said, "Open your mouth babe and clean my fingers while my girl gets hers wet."

I looked at Emily with, "Do I have to?"

She was nodding her head up and down. 

As I sucked his fingers his girl friend ran her fingers along my slit, withdrew them, placed them in her mouth, returned to my slit again, offered them to her boyfriend, returned a third time and offered them to me.

I heard, "Delicious! See you later."

I was in a shell shock state when Emily said, "All that took 90 seconds and you are climbing, right?" 

"Oh god Emily and I forgot to get his guest number."

"Don't worry there will be lots more."

The rest of the time, it was repeating the same with other guest, both males and females both black and white. 




Indiscretion



For the next two weeks, Jeffery was kept busy from early morning to late evening moving into his new building. He was exhausted by the time he got home and normally fell straight to sleep. Violet, being the understanding wife, didn’t bother him.

The first day his new office opened, he walked around the spaces. He shook hands with all of his employees and took their suggestions for the new building to heart. He listened to them all, and the things that made sense to him, he jotted notes on and slipped them inside his suit jacket

Two of the perks to his new building were that he had his own entrance to his office and his own private bathroom, just down the hall. He had given Violet a key to his entrance in the event she wanted to drive downtown and see him. He also kept a second set of keys in the safe at home to every door in the building.

While talking to the employees, Jillian came up to him and thanked him for letting her have such a lovely office. He told her that due to her position she was due that little luxury. He smiled at her, and found himself looking down her blouse at the top of her breasts. Turning to walk away, he headed for his bathroom, unlocked it and walked in. 

Standing at the urinal, he unzipped his pants, pulled himself out and pissed. Suddenly her felt a pair of arms enclose around his waist, and he jumped, pissing on the wall.

Jillian had snuck into the bathroom before the door had closed completely and she was in an amorous mood. Her hands went to his limp cock and held it toward the urinal and he finished pissing, as his cock grew hard. She whispered in his ear,

“You never did fuck me during my interview and right now I need a stiff dick.”

Jillian’s hands continued to masturbate his hardened rod, as her tongue entered his ear. Rubbing her breasts into his back, she was making it hard for him to say no. 

“Jill, we can’t! You know I’m married. We shouldn’t have done what we did, now stop this.”

Jillian wasn’t going to take no for an answer, her pussy was on fire and she wanted the flames put out. She turned Jeffery around, got on her knees and stuck his cock in her mouth. She slobbered all over his hard cock as her head moved up and down his shaft. While she was doing that, she was unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor.

Jeffery’s cock took over his brain, it had been a while since he and Violet love and he knew it was wrong, but in his head; he said, “Fuck it.” Jeffery’s hands held her head to his cock, as his hip pushed his dick in and out of her mouth.

Jillian took this chance to unbutton her blouse, and remove it, along with her bra. She then unzipped her dress and stood up. Her dress fell to the floor and she was standing there in her thong panties.

Jeffery went to his knees and put his face to her crotch and licked her through the thin material. Her scent was intoxicating to him, as his mouth sucked the juices that wet her panties.

Jillian pushed her panties down and Jeffery was looking at the baldest pussy he had ever seen. He took in that sight for just a moment before his tongue flickered out and ran up her wet slit. Sucking in that lovely fluid that flowed from her was delectable to him.

This isn’t what Jillian wanted. She wanted his cock in her cunt, so she pushed him back and spread the clothes on the floor to make it a little softer. Lying on the clothes, she spread her legs and invited him into her dripping pussy.

Jeffery, on his knees still, went to her and placed his cockhead at her entrance. Her hands took hold of him and held it there as he went in slowly. Finally she let lose as he was seated in her pussy.

Jeffery was stuffing her with everything he had to give, his cock felt every little ridge in her love tunnel as her juice made it easy to slide in and out. As Jeffery’s back was to the door, he didn’t see or hear it open.

“JEFFERY, YOU LOUSY BASTARD,” Violet screamed out

Jeffery stopped in mid-stride when he heard his wife’s voice. Thousands of things going through his mind. Nothing that would make any sense. He had no idea as to what he should say, so he pulled his cock out of Jillian, and started to get dress.

Violet turned around, not wanting to see the trollop her husband was fucking in his private bathroom. Violet opened the door, stomped out and went to her car, where she sat and cried for thirty minutes.

Not knowing who to talk to, or where she should go, or even what to do at this point, she started the car, put it in gear and just drives. She kept driving until she realized that she was in dire need of gas, so she stopped at a station, filled the tank and was back on the road within ten minutes.

Violet found herself in front of a lawyer’s office, sitting in the car at the curb, she justified herself for being there and went inside to file for a divorce from Jeffery.

THE END



Indiscretions



Thank you Jimmy, my Master for your help, as always, with the stories. If I'm really well behaved can we reenact them? lol

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I try to behave. I really do. But sometimes, when he leaves me alone with no release it is more than I can stand. My reasoning ability flees, and my body takes over and I become the slut he knows me to be. I knew I shouldn't have done it, made him so angry, I have no excuses, no explanations and the remorse I feel is worse than the punishment I know will come...or is it?

It had started three days ago when he came home in the middle of the day to find me naked, on our bed, vibrator in hand (and other places), and the fury he exuded at my disobedience and lack of control was palpable. I had just wanted to see one of his many videos in his private collection, but the scenes on the screen got me so hot I couldn't help myself, and sought release with my favorite vibrator. When I opened my eyes to see him standing over me, the shame I felt was immense, and his calm, quiet demeanor was even more intimidating than if he had raged at me.

"Who's pussy is that you're playing with?" he asked me in a deep, calm tone.

I was shaking, eyes wide, "Yours Sir."

"And I see you've been into my video collection. You know better than that, don't you slut?"

"Y-yes Sir," I stammered. I was so disappointed in myself, and his displeasure caused me great pain, pain that couldn't be felt on the flesh, but in the heart. "I'm so sorry Master, please forgive me." I could feel the tears welling in my eyes at his displeasure, but I knew this time I had went too far, and would have to be punished.

"I am going to have to punish you, you know that don't you?" his voice remained calm, disappointment evident.

"Yes Sir." I was afraid, but I knew if this was going to work I needed to be punished for my lack of control, and I desperately wanted his approval back. It was everything to me, pleasing him. I just didn't understand how I could be so willful and disobedient. When he was displeased with me my world felt off kilter, a bit unbalanced, and this caused me great anxiety. I needed to regain that balance in my head, and I knew he would help me to do that. I had a lot of work to do, and a lot of things to learn, about myself and about Him.

Several years ago I never would've in my wildest dreams thought I could be submissive to a man, to anyone for that matter. My mother had been submissive to my father, and I spent years trying to be anything BUT the way she had been. I worked in the medical profession and was directly responsible for the care and well-being of 62 people. I was capable of being in charge and in a responsible position in my work, but in my personal life my denial of my true nature was causing a lot of internal problems. I now know it has caused me a lot of trouble, anxiety and pain to deny my real and true self, and it took a lot of soul searching and time to finally accept it. 

Meeting Jimmy had released me from those old habits of denial, and I had never been happier in my entire life. Learning through him and with him had been a wonderful experience. His gentle, loving domination of me had been an experience that changed my life, and he knew me like no other ever had. His patience with my childlike outbursts of temper were always evident, and for that I respected him even more. He always made me look at my behavior and the reasons behind it, and a lot of times we both ended up laughing at my silliness, but sometimes not. Sometimes I needed more help in being reminded of my commitment to being true to myself, and to Him. His steady, unwavering love helped me to overcome my insecurities about myself, and his firm hand was reassuring. He never let me damage myself or our relationship, and for that I was grateful. 

But now, his true control over me was to be tested, would I accept it and grow with it? Or would I balk at it and turn backwards to my old behaviors. His words from three days ago still rang in my ears, and I could feel the internal struggle begin. Sometimes it felt as if a war raged in my head between the extreme desire to please Him, and the nagging willfulness that had made me so unhappy in the past. He knew of my struggles, and his calm, quiet tone helped me to maintain my composure and not fall completely apart because of my indiscretion. 

Sometimes, after he made a request of me that tested my boundaries, he would remain still and quiet, and let me come to terms with it in my own thoughts before he required an action or an answer. Somehow he always knew when I was struggling, and when I made the right choices his pride in me made me ecstatic. I needed that serene, balanced, happy feeling back, and I would try with all my ability to endure my punishment, for him and ultimately...for me, because His pleasure was my pleasure, and in pleasing him, I pleased myself.

"This is about a lot more than you watching my videos and using the vibrator. This is about your lack of control and your blatant disregard for my specific instructions! Do you understand that slut!?" His voice was still low, but the anger and power behind it were easily felt. His eyes never left mine as he asked me the question, I could see the light blueness of them looking right into my thoughts, they were the lightest blue I had ever seen, but now they were shooting daggers. He was pissed, and he had every right to be.

I could not hold his gaze, my eyes fell to the floor and I answered again, "Yes Sir."

"Do you have anything to say for yourself slut?" he asked me. "I disobeyed you and I know I will have to be punished. Please Sir, punish me now!!!! I need your forgiveness, I am so sorry!" I fought back the desire to fall at his feet and beg for punishment. It was that stubborn pride again, not letting me do what I wanted and needed. I still clung to one last bit of it, and it was what caused me the most problems. I needed to let go, to surrender my will to his, and I needed his help in doing so. 

He was quiet for several moments, then said, "I think we will wait till the weekend for your punishment. I want you to think strongly about your behavior over the next few days, and I will NOT give you pleasure during this time, but you will pleasure Me when I want it, as always. Do you understand me?"

I was still naked, kneeling on the bed, my eyes still on the floor. "Yes Sir." The thought of prolonged anticipation and lack of relief from the terrible feeling I had produced from disobeying him made me cry, and I could feel the tears running down my face. I ventured a look up at his face, and he turned away and strode from the room. My heart was breaking, I had disappointed him and the pain I felt was immeasurable.

The next few days were torture. He treated me politely, but was distant, and I could still feel his disappointment when he looked at me. I was allowed to suck his cock and receive his cum in my mouth, but he would not fuck me, or touch me tenderly at all, and of course I would NEVER dare to touch his property without his permission again. I was learning my lesson well, but I was soon to find out I would learn this particular lesson in a way that would never let me forget.

When I got home from work Friday night, he informed me that he had invited another couple to join us for dinner the following day. I was very surprised with this news, as I had been nervously awaiting the weekend to be done with my punishment, and get things back on an even keel. But I knew better than to question his statement, and I readily agreed to his specific instructions on what to serve, and what to wear.

I spent Saturday preparing for our guests, shopping and cooking, and readying myself as he had specified. I was to wear a simple sundress, bare legs, sandals and the collar. I didn't know who the guests were that were coming to our home for dinner, I had never met them before, and I was a little embarrassed to wear the collar in front of others. He had always requested that I wear it at home but never out in public, and I was nervous, but accepting of his desire. 

I stood before the full length mirror in our bedroom and was attempting to fasten the clasp at the back of my neck when I felt his hands reach for the collar and fasten it, lingering on my neck and trailing down my shoulders. He had the collar made for me and I loved it. It was black leather, soft and supple with several emeralds embedded around the leather. He had said the emeralds reminded him of my eyes when he first put it on me. It was the first time in days he had touched me with such tenderness, and I could feel the tears filling my eyes as he stood behind me and held me. His arms were around my waist, and his lips were against my neck. He kissed my neck and raised his head to look at me in the mirror.

"You will feel better soon my slut," he said. "Thank you Master, it has been a long past few days. I am so very sorry you were displeased with me." I couldn't help letting a sob escape my lips.

"Yes, I was very displeased, but today we will end it. I want you to trust me and know that the punishment you will receive today is to help you surrender, and to become what and who you really are. You are MINE and I love you."

Now the tears were flowing freely, he never ceased to touch my heart and I would do anything to regain his confidence in me. I knew I belonged to this man, his words were true, I was His. And I also felt a great relief that today I would indeed receive my punishment and it would be over. I was just confused as to why he had invited guests into our home on this day, but I would not question his motives. They were His, and I trusted him.

"I love you too Master." I said. I was trying very hard to hold back the tears, but the feeling in my chest was painful, and it was difficult.

"I'm going to give you a safe word today, and if you need to use it at any time I want you to. Understand?" he asked me.

"Yes Sir, I understand." I replied, nodding my head and brushing the tears away with my hands.

"Your safe word is Grace, if you want what is happening at ANY time to stop, you will say that word and it will end. But I want you to be brave and trust me, and know that I punish you for your own good, so you can achieve the peace of mind I know you desire."

"Yes Sir." And with that we went into the foyer to greet our arriving guests. They were a fairly young couple, he was about 30 and she was about 25, and I was relieved to see that she wore a collar as well. It was apparent that she was his submissive, she was a sweet girl and her Master was polite and courteous to me as he entered our home.

We enjoyed a simple dinner on the deck, overlooking the river, with quiet conversation and good food. I found that I enjoyed the other couple's company. She was sweet and polite, and he seemed courteous and very caring of his young submissive. The girl, Ann offered to help me clear the dishes when the meal was finished and as we cleaned up in the kitchen we chatted a bit. She had been with John, Jimmy's friend, for a year and they were to be joined together with the Ceremony of the Roses later in the summer. 

I had heard of this ceremony, but never witnessed it, and thought the blood on the white rose to be very beautiful and the entire ritual to be very symbolic of this rather different lifestyle we had willingly chosen. I was very pleased when she said she'd like us to attend the ceremony and witness their joining together. We didn't know each other well, but we both felt the bond that was to be forged between us already. Sometimes that just happens so naturally, people meet and recognize something in each other that is good and true, and rare friendships bloom from that recognition. I think we both felt that to be the case, and later we would find it to be true, after we had shared a very powerful experience. 

Then, the conversation turned to the present when she asked me, "Are you scared?" in a very quiet voice.

"Of what?" I asked her.

"Of your punishment. That is why John told me we were to come here tonight, so that I could witness your punishment and learn from it." Anne said.

"Well," I replied, "I wasn't sure exactly what His intentions were, but now I guess I know. And to answer your question, yes I am a little scared, but I know He would never do anything to harm me and I also know I am deserving of the punishment." And when I saw the wide eyed look of fear on her face I said, "Don't worry Ann, he won't push me farther than I can go, and remember, I am a willing participant." I took her hands in mine and asked her, "Has he ever bound you before?" meaning her Master.

"Yes, he's bound me, but he's never used the flogger or the crop on me, and I fear that's what he's brought me here tonight for...to see it used on you. I like you, and I am fearful that you will be hurt," Anne said softly, worry evident on her face.

I knew then that I had made a very dear friend that evening, a sister of the heart, as I recognized her genuine caring and kindness that only a truly submissive heart can see. We feel the pain of others more than most, and it's not always an easy burden to carry. It brings with it great joy and also great pain, but it is worth every tear to feel the joy. There would be no petty jealousness in our friendship so inherent in other woman to woman relationships, there would be only caring, and love and concern. It is a rare thing between women, and it is beautiful.

"Do not be afraid Ann," I told her as I hugged her trying to calm her fears, "there is only love in this house. He will not hurt me more than I can bare. My learning has no end, there is no perfect submission, it is a process not an end product, and to proceed and grow I NEED to learn better control. He does this for ME, because he knows in the end I will benefit from it. He's already given me the safe word, and I know he would honor it always."

"May I ask what the safe word is?" she asked me.

"Yes, of course, it's Grace. He knows it's from a line in my favorite poem so that is why he chose it." She asked me about the poem so I told her the line from it that was my favorite, "And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the GRACE of a woman and not the grief of a child...."

"That's beautiful" she said and we both smiled. Just then we heard the men approaching. We both turned to our Masters and the love on our faces were mirrors of each other. We both knew what it was to give this gift of submission, and we both felt lucky to have men in our lives who understood the beauty of it.

Jimmy looked at me and said, "You are to go downstairs now." There was no mistaking his tone. This was it, the time had come for my punishment to begin. I did not hesitate for a moment as I replied, "Yes Sir," and headed for the stairs leading to our basement. As I headed down the steps I heard John tell Ann the same thing, and she followed me down the steps. We waited at the bottom for further instructions.

As I looked into His eyes for a cue on what I should do he said, "Go to the mat, and take off your dress."

I immediately went to the soft mat he had placed on the floor, it was like a wrestling mat, took off my dress and tossed it aside. He approached me and raised my hands to the cuffs that dangled from the chains he had in the ceiling, my hands were bound and I grasped the handles that were within the chains. I was bound, hands above my head, naked except for my collar. I looked toward the table where I knew he kept his things, searching for the blindfold. 

He knew what I was seeking, but he said, "There will be no blindfold this time my slut. You will look upon the faces of our guests and Mine during your punishment." He knew I liked to be blindfolded, it gave me a sense of peace and made it easier to turn inward when it was in place. I looked toward John and Ann and saw that she too had been instructed to remove her clothing, and she stood naked as her Master bound her hands behind her back. She stood before me, just off the mat, we looked into each others eyes and I could see the fear there. I wondered what she saw in mine.

The silence in the room was deafening, as I watched Him walk to his table and select the implement of my punishment. It was to be the suede flogger then. My hands held the leather handles tightly, I could feel my fingernails digging into my skin where they met around the handles. I made myself relax, it wasn't easy. He was behind me, and the sting of the first blow was bitingly hard. A sob escaped my lips.

"You are to remain silent slut!" he commanded. The blows continued to rain down on my buttocks and upper thighs, over and over, the stinging pain was immense. I looked at Ann and saw how huge her eyes looked, she looked as if she might faint, but she held steady. Now the blows were on my upper back and shoulders, I felt as if blood must be running down my back with the icy hot stinging cracks being the only sound in the room, but of course it wasn't. He would not lacerate my skin. 

He was working up a sweat and removed his shirt and tossed it aside as he strode around to the front of me. I felt the bite of the flogger on my breasts and the front of the my thighs. The pain was immense as he whipped at my breasts and the tip of the suede wrapped around and snapped painfully at my nipple. It was all I could do to keep from screaming the safe word...it loomed in my mind and I fought very hard to keep it from escaping my lips....Grace...grace. My hold on the handles were the only thing keeping me up, as my legs were shaking uncontrollably and felt very weak. He then started whipping me lightly on my pussy, the sharp stings were very arousing, and I felt myself begin to get wet.

"See how she becomes wet with her flogging?" he asked John. "Maybe your slut should feel that for herself." My eyes flew to him, we had never had others join us before in this way, but I remained silent, as instructed. Ann stepped forward as told to do by her Master, and her fingers lightly touched my smooth shaven pussy, parting the lips, and sliding across the wetness. My Master went to the table again, and retrieved the vibrator I had used so indiscretely three days ago. He slid it easily into my dripping wet pussy and turned it on. My breathing increased, and I could feel my heart beating so fast in my chest.

"You are NOT to cum until I say slut!" he told me firmly, and then he went to the back of me and inserted the plug into my rectum. The full feeling and the pulsing vibrations in my pussy were almost more than I could take as I felt myself being pulled toward orgasm. I fought it, and tried to keep my mind focused away from it, trying so hard not to fall into that hole and go past the point of no return.

"You have taken the flogger well my slut, and now you are going to feel the crop. You will remain silent, and you will NOT cum." he told me. I saw him reach for the crop from the table, and he gestured to his friend John, who was telling Ann what he wanted her to do.

Ann stepped forward again, onto the mat in front of me. Her hands had been released and she removed the pulsating vibrator from my pussy, turning it off and reaching it up to my mouth as my lips fell open as she gently stuck it into my mouth. I understood what was expected of me, and I licked my own juices from the toy. She then knelt down before me and parted my labia with her fingers as she bent her lips to my wet pussy, stroking it with her tongue, and gliding across my clitoris. 

With each lap of her tongue on my clit I felt the sting of the crop as Master rained the blows down onto my ass. It took every ounce of control I had not to cum, as I fought back that pressure of impending orgasm. I could feel her tongue repeatedly licking over my clitoris and sliding into my wetness, the sensation was incredible, and I wanted so badly to have release, I wanted to beg Him for it, but I knew I needed to remain silent and in control as that is what he wanted, but I was breathing fast and rapidly loosing control.