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Carole's Indoctrination

By: jack_straw



Carole Banning sat in a chair in the front room of her home, staring out the big picture window into the night. From across the room, the big grandfather clock chimed three times, marking the time as 3 a.m. on a Tuesday.

She was in turmoil this night like she'd never been before in her life. Every assumption she'd ever had about her life through its 43 years had been swept away the previous day, when she had been called up to the big office of the presidents of her company, Bourne and Bourne, a major stock brokerage firm in a mid-sized Southern city.

There they claimed to have extensive evidence that she had embezzled $150,000 from a major client of the firm. An accountant, she had supposedly had the access to that money and now it was missing. She knew she hadn't taken that money, as anyone who knew her would have sworn. But they had insisted that they had hard evidence of her misdeeds then offered her a way out, but only if she had sex with both of them right then, right there in the office.

Naturally, she had balked, but when the security chief slapped handcuffs on her wrists and started to haul her out the door, she had panicked and relented. She had stripped for them and the Bourne twins had proceeded to spend four full hours fucking her, and she had to admit that it had been the best sex of her life. They had taken her to heights of ecstasy that she had only dreamed of going before. Then, when they had finished, they made her an offer to help her, but it was a ghastly one. They would pay the client back his money out of their own pockets, so they said, but she would have to become the company's sex toy – their whore – to work off what they said she owed them. Otherwise, she would go to jail, she would be prosecuted, and, more than likely, be convicted and sent to prison.

They had sent her home early to give her time to think about it. But when she'd returned home all she'd felt like doing was taking a shower and going to bed. She had stirred momentarily around 7 p.m., when her husband, Mark, had returned home from his job as a copy editor for the local daily newspaper, but she had fallen back into a deep slumber as soon as he left the room.

She had awakened around midnight sweating from a dream in which naked men with big dicks surrounded her, all of whom wanted to fuck her, and she dreamed that many of them had and the rest had shot cum all over her body. As she lay awake staring at the ceiling listening to Mark snore, she asked herself, "Is that to be my life?"

She got up quietly and made a pot of coffee then sat to ponder her future. As she sat in the silent house, she thought about what had transpired. At one point, she had started to weep about her situation, but then she stopped and told herself sternly that the time for tears was past. She had to think this through logically, without the hysterics.

To begin with, she couldn't figure out how the shortfall in the Henderson account had come to be. She vaguely recalled the account; it had been one of dozens she'd handled during her early months on the job. They'd really loaded her down with work during that time; to see how she handled pressure is what her boss, Leon, had told her. So it was possible that she had made some kind of a clerical error. But she was no thief, and she couldn't understand why the Bournes refused to believe her.

"Why are they like that," Carole thought. "What makes men want to treat women that way?" The Bournes were a mysterious pair, rather brusque and business-like – at least to the public – but they'd shown a brutal, animal arrogance with her in their office. However, they had also shown themselves to be wildly inventive lovers, too, she conceded. Carole's pussy began to moisten as the images from the previous day washed through her memory.

"How did they get like that?" she asked herself finally.

If she had known something of their family background, she might have gotten a good insight into how some men are warped by their upbringing. Peter and Paul Bourne were the only children of a distant father, who married six times before he died at a relatively young age. The family was one of the oldest and most prominent in the state, having arrived before the American Revolution. Rumor had it that the first of the family to arrive in America had been a lord who had had to flee England for seducing another noble's wife.

Whatever caused him to come here, he had gotten rich as a Low Country planter, and at one point not long before the Civil War, the family had owned more slaves than any other in the state. Peter and Paul's father had inherited the plantation, and had modernized the operation. It was still one of the largest privately-owned farms in the state, but the brothers didn't own it. And that was the source of much of their animosity toward women. Indeed, the way they were treated by their father's wives in general fueled much of their anger and disgust with the female gender.

Howard Bourne's first wife, the twins' mother, had been an alcoholic who ran off with one of their father's business rivals. The second Mrs. Bourne had pretty much ignored them, leaving most of their upbringing to the hired help. But the third Mrs. Bourne had been a knockout who happened to be a true nymphomaniac. She had seduced the twins when they were 14, and had taught them much of what they knew about sex over the course of about a six-month period.

But when they had wearied of fucking their stepmother, they'd casually betrayed her to their father, concocting evidence of adultery. Their father had literally thrown her out on the street, and she had eventually died a junkie's death from an overdose of heroin.

They had been unable to seduce the fourth Mrs. Bourne, but the fifth one, during their college days, they nailed repeatedly, then they betrayed her, too. Thus they had come to see most women as nothing but gold-digging whores out to get a free ride on an income they hadn't earned. And they were adamant about removing any obstacle to their father's estate. But the sixth Mrs. Bourne slipped from their grasp.

It had happened as they were around 30 and just starting to work for their father. She'd actually been younger than them, by several years. They had developed an immediate dislike for the woman – and she for them – and they had quarreled with their father quite heatedly about his marriage to her. Unbeknownst to them, their father had been so incensed by their opposition to his new wife that he had rewritten his will, under prodding from his wife, cutting his sons out of the business, although he attempted to mollify them with a generous cash bequest.

Not long after that, he had dropped dead of a heart attack while having sex, which meant that his last will was binding, and it left the plantation to his wife, and then to the daughter that she had six months after their father's death. Just like that, the twins had been squeezed out of their rightful estate, and when the will held up in court, it left them slightly crazed.

They couldn't touch their stepmother, who had wisely turned operation of the farm over to a business manager, who soon became her new husband. They had seethed with resentment over all of this, and had irrationally transferred that resentment to any woman who bore a resemblance to their stepmother.

So when they had made a small fortune on Wall Street in the go-go economy of the 1980s and started their own company, one of the ways they got back at their stepmother was to create the liaison officer, the company whore, and they'd filled it with surrogates that looked like her: long dark hair, average build and pretty, and they had used women whose age closely approximated their father's widow at any given time. The women also had to be married, just so they could show their contempt for the institution of marriage. Then they'd have their people fuck her relentlessly over a period of months, taking her deeper and deeper into depravity, until she finally gave out. They took a cruel delight in breaking up marriages that had been happy, before the wives came in contact with the Bournes.

So far, in the 18 years since the company's founding, 13 women had passed through the office that they'd built specifically for the purpose, and their fates, with only a few exceptions, had not been pretty. One woman had committed suicide, three had had nervous breakdowns, several had ended up as real-life prostitutes, a couple had overdosed on drugs or alcohol and had had to be committed, and every single one had been divorced from their husbands as a result of what the company had made them do.

One potential liaison officer had stubbornly balked at the notion, and they had used the trumped-up evidence they had manufactured to send her to prison for a 6-10 years stretch, just as an example. They always made sure they pointed that out when they pitched their offer to the prospect, as they had with Carole the previous day.

Carole didn't know much of this, but she did know that she was in deep trouble whichever way she turned. She had considered the possibility that the whole thing was a set-up, and she thought about calling their bluff. But what if they really did have evidence that implicated her in an embezzlement scheme? And what if they did in fact prosecute her, as they insisted they would? Just fighting the charges in court would cost a small fortune, which she and Mark didn't have. And even if she won, there would always be a stigma attached to her name, always the little doubt in some future employer's mind about her honesty.

No, she finally decided, she couldn't take that chance. Besides, there was something else deep inside that was pulling her inexorably toward accepting the Bournes' offer. The prospect of endless, mindless, casual sex was somehow alluring. Carole had always had a strong sex drive; it had just been tamped down over the years by the demands of work and family. In fact, until the previous day, it had been two months since she'd had sex. She hadn't thought she missed it until the day before, when the Brothers unlocked the key to her animal lust.

Now, suddenly, a whole new vista of erotic pleasures awaited her, and all she had to do to experience it was show up for work that morning, dressed in a dark skirt, sheer white blouse, and pantyhose that were slit at the crotch. Nothing else. Besides, she rationalized, it was just sex; it wasn't like she was going to fall in love with any of these people. She still loved Mark; what she did at work would strictly be business.

Without consciously deciding, Carole found herself in her bedroom, quietly rummaging through her dresser drawer, fishing for pantyhose. As she did, she found her long-neglected vibrator; the one Mark had bought her several years ago on a trip to New Orleans. Grabbing a pair of hose and the vibe, she next went to the closet in search of a skirt and blouse. The skirt was easy enough to find, but the closest she could come to a sheer blouse was a cream-colored silk blouse. It would have to do. Quietly, she gathered her things and returned downstairs.

Once she'd returned to the front room, she sat back on the chair and once again relived the events of the previous day, and soon her pussy was bubbling with arousal. Carole took the vibrator, pulled her nightgown up around her waist and inserted the bullet-shaped toy into her cunt. With a flick of the wrist, she turned on the power, laid back and masturbated furiously. After she came sharply a few minutes later, she packed her hang-up bag with her outfit and returned to bed.

She lay there wide-awake, holding her husband, who was oblivious to anything at that moment. He didn't deserve this, she thought. He's a good man, a kind, decent man, who works hard and loves his wife. If he ever found out what she was going to have to do to keep her job and avoid jail, it would break his heart, and ruin their family. But that, too, was a chance she was going to have to take.

Carole was already up and dressed when the rest of her family crawled sleepily out of bed to face the new day. She was dressed in the sweats she wore three mornings a week for her workout at her gym. She had long ago gotten in the habit of going to the gym first thing in the morning. It got her body up and flowing, and took some of the stress off the job. Then she would dress and fix herself up for the workday.

She didn't want to linger over her family and let the guilty feelings arise, so she gave everyone a quick kiss and headed out the door. After walking five miles on the track at her gym, she had dressed as instructed, and headed for the 12-story building her company occupied. She had felt very self-conscious walking from the gym to her car, even though her outfit was covered by an overcoat to ward off the chill of early spring. Even though she was covered, she could still feel her naked tits jiggling under her blouse, and she could feel cool air wafting up her short skirt to her equally naked pussy.

In spite of her apprehension, she was excited. Now that she had made her decision, she felt a sense of danger, of adventure. She was sailing into uncharted waters, and though it was scary, it also gave her a thrill. And there was no doubt in her mind that she would be good as the "liaison officer." Carole was a person who once she made a decision, she made it and never looked back, and once she committed to something, she committed herself all the way. She had always been of the philosophy that if you're going to do something, do it right. She also felt that if she was good, really good, the Bournes might keep her term of service short.

Carole left her overcoat in the car after she had parked in the company lot, even though it was a chilly morning. Her nipples were like hard bumps thrusting into the silk material of her blouse and she could see her tits jiggle as she walked. She wasn't an especially busty woman, but she had enough tit flesh that her breasts bounced slightly with each step. She felt like she was on stage as she walked to the building right at 8:15, just as she had been told. 

She felt the eyes of everyone looking at her as she made her way to the elevator and headed for her fifth-floor office. But when she got there, she found the office empty and all of her possessions in a box with a note telling her to come see her boss, Leon, the head of the accounting office, immediately.

Leon sat behind his desk with the makings of a stupendous hard-on as he anticipated what was to come. Just thinking about Carole's body got him roaring. He'd wanted to nail her from the first day she'd been there, but he knew she was off-limits to him, at least until today. Thinking about what he was going to do to the pretty brunette was too much. With a groan, he opened his slacks, fished out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it lightly. He was so engrossed in what he as doing that he literally jumped when his secretary announced over the intercom that Carole was here to see him.

Carole wore a quizzical expression on her face as she entered Leon's office.

"Why is my office empty?" she asked. "I mean, I'm here, aren't I? I've accepted the Brothers' offer. I mean, has something changed?" Carole had the briefest moment's hope that she might have somehow wriggled off the Bournes' hook. But Leon quickly disabused her of that notion when he stood up to reveal his hard dick sticking out of his fly.

"No, dear, you're moving upstairs, up to the top floor," Leon said with a wolfish grin. "That's where the Bournes keep all of their whores. They like them close by, so they can knock off a slice whenever they want."

Carole barely heard; she was having a hard time concentrating on anything but Leon's fat dick swaying between his legs. It appeared to be about an 8-incher, about the same length as her husband, but it was considerably fatter.

"Anyway," Leon continued. "You'll have a very nice office upstairs, where you can fuck to your heart's content, but before you leave this office, you're going to do something for me. The Bournes won't let me fuck you, but they said you could suck me off, so that's what I want. I want to feel those luscious lips around my cock, and you'd better make it good, or I might just report to the Bournes that you are uncooperative and that they should just send you off to jail."

Leon's words made Carole wonder if everybody in the building was somehow deranged, but she didn't have time to ponder the question as Leon walked up to her and kissed her roughly. He was an average sized man, just under six feet, but stocky. After giving the inside of her mouth a good workout with his tongue, he walked around her slowly, running his hands all over her body. In spite of her disgust with this pig, her body shivered with the first awakenings of her lust at his touch. Leon ran his hands lightly over her hips, over her butt, then he ran a hand under her skirt to feel her rapidly moistening crack.

"You like this, don't you," he said with a smirk. "This wet pussy tells me you're gonna like being our whore."

Carole felt her eyes water at this characterization of herself, but it was true. She was going to be their whore and there wasn't anything she could do about it now. She'd committed herself to this course, and all she could do was hope against hope that it didn't ruin her life. Leon walked slowly back around until he was facing her again, held his dick out and commanded Carole to get after it.

So it begins, she thought, as she fell quickly to her knees. Carole felt her short skirt ride up her thighs as she took Leon's cock in both hands and licked the underside vigorously, then worked her lips and tongue up the shaft. She sawed his cock between her lips, curling her tongue around the shaft as she worked it. When she had Leon at full-staff, she opened her mouth wide and pushed the fat mushroom head past her lips and into her mouth.

She quickly worked half of his length in her mouth and began to pump her mouth over his cock, getting her mouth used to his size. He wasn't nearly as long as the Bournes, but Leon may have been fatter. Her pussy could tell her that from the way it was drooling.

It took some work, but she finally worked all of his length deep in her throat, using the techniques she'd been shown the previous day. She couldn't deep throat him for very long at a time, but when she did, it sent shivers up and down the accounting manager's spine. She throated him for a few strokes, then, when she began to run out of air, she ran her lips and tongue around the shaft lasciviously. Occasionally, she'd vary the angle, and she felt her cheeks bulge as he pushed his dick between her lips.

"Oooh, you're good; you're very good," Leon said with a breathless expression. "I can see why they wanted you."

Carole looked up at Leon with a look that was equal parts distaste and excitement as she continued to suck enthusiastically on his cock. Somehow, she was getting a rush from this. Here she was, she thought, a supposedly happily married woman sucking off her boss. It was like something from a porn movie, only this was real life.

Leon twisted his hands in Carole's dark, silky hair, regulating the speed and depth of her sucking. Carole worked frantically to keep up, feeling his hard cock pulsing with need. He was getting close, she could tell. He was starting to use his hips to drive his cock back and forth in Carole's hot, sucking mouth. 

"You know what I'm gonna do?" Leon said with a leer. "I'm gonna shoot my cum all over your pretty little face. I've got two weeks worth of spunk built up, and I'm gonna hose you down with it. How do you like that?"

Carole was in a sudden panic at Leon's words. She'd never taken a facial before, indeed, she'd always thought the idea repulsive. She tried to keep her lips clamped on Leon's cock, so he'd at least shoot in her mouth where she could keep herself reasonably clean. Leon dramatically picked up the pace of his thrusts, giving her long strokes in and out of her throat. He could feel a massive orgasm building in his balls, but he did his best to hold it off for as long as he could.


Carole's Indoctrination



But Carole's lips, tongue and throat were too much. Leon felt his balls begin to churn, and at the last second wrenched his cock from Carole's mouth and did exactly what he said he was going to do. He hosed Carole's face with a huge geyser of cum. His first two shots streaked up her cheeks on either side of her nose and over both eyes, but the next several shots were rockets of cum that splattered all in her hair. One shot even went clear over her shoulder and hit the floor. A couple of shots splattered on each shoulder, leaving wet spots on her blouse. Finally, the last few shots were aimed in the general direction of Carole's mouth. He was still oozing cum out the end of his dick when he pushed his dick back in her mouth for a final cleaning.

When his dick was completely drained and cleaned, Leon pulled his dick out of Carole's mouth, stuck it back in his pants and dismissed Carole immediately.

"But you've got to let me clean up," she wailed. Leon's response was cold as ice.

"No, you go just like you are," he said with contempt. "I want everyone in here to see what a slut you really are. You came in here all high and mighty, Little Miss Virtuous, the happily married woman. I'll bet your husband would like to see you now. Your new office is the first door on your right after you get off the elevator at the top floor. Go on, get out of here."

Carole frantically tried to wipe as much of the cum off her face as she could between the time she got up off her knees until she got to the door, but there was too much of it, and she had to endure the shame of walking through the office she'd shared with her former colleagues with their boss's cum in her hair and on her face. Her face was crimson as she felt the eyes of everyone in the accounting office staring at her. Some of the women looked away in disgust, and that cut Carole to the quick. She was nearly in tears when she reached her old office and gathered up her things. At that point, jail didn't look like all that bad an option, Carole thought miserably.

Fortunately, things improved drastically when she reached the top floor and found her new office. It was nicely apportioned, with a big window that looked out over the city. There was a desk off to one side, facing the window, with a computer sitting against the wall atop the desk, but nothing else. Then she noticed a large leather-bound sofa against the opposite wall from the desk. Her heart did flip-flops as she realized that that was where she would be expected to perform.

There was also a bookcase opposite the window, with a few books and videos stacked side-by-side, but the case was dominated by a large television, with a VCR and a DVD player attached. Looking in the cabinet under the bookcase, she found several bottles of liquor: vodka, whiskey and rum. At the far corner was a door, that she quickly found out was a fully-equipped half-bath, complete with a shower stall, and a door at the opposite end that appeared to lead into the next room, which she surmised correctly led to the big office. On the right side of the room, opposite the bathroom, was a small walk-in closet, which she quickly saw contained a number of very sexy dresses and costumes, plus a couple of conventional outfits that she could wear home after her day's work.

She placed the box with her belongings in the closet and returned to the office to be greeted by a strikingly beautiful black girl of about 30. She was small, right at five feet tall, with a petite build. Her skin was the color of mocha, and her hair fell about her head in a mass of tiny ringlets to just below her ears.

"Hi! You must be Carole. Mary Jones," the woman said cheerfully. "I'm the Bournes' personal secretary, and I get the job of handling your affairs while you are in this position. Have a seat and we'll go over the ground rules."

As they chatted, Carole found herself liking this girl. She was very efficient, and quickly put Carole at ease. Mary spent the next hour going over the procedures she would follow in her new job. Carole would be given her assignments each day via e-mail. For the first couple of months, Mary said, Carole would do about three or four assignments each day, until she got into the swing of things. She would be told who the client was and where they wanted to meet. The ones with private offices usually preferred to have the assignations in their offices, but others would visit her in her office, which was what the sofa was for, as Carole had figured.

Most of the outfits in the closet were either for role-playing or for out-of-the-office dates, usually with clients with whom the Brothers wanted to curry favor. Finally, Mary came to the part she had been dreading, the part she always dreaded. She looked over at Carole with big, almost sad, eyes then walked over to the bookcase.

"The Brothers instructed me to show you this," she said as she pulled a video off the shelf, turned on the TV and plugged in the tape. "I'm sorry, Carole, I'm just doing what they told me to do."

To Carole's horror, the tape was a high-quality recording of her activities the previous day in the big office. They watched a few minutes of the tape then Mary shut the machine off.

"The Bournes are very adamant about keeping their girls under their thumb," she said. "They said to tell you there is another copy of the tape in the security office under lock and key. They say that if you ever balk at anything you are told to do, or try to quit, they'll send the tape to your husband, right before they send the police to pick you up. Please, Carole, do what they say. They can be very cruel when it suits them, and it often suits them with the girls who fill this office. I'm so sorry."

Mary turned to rush out of the office so Carole wouldn't see the tears that had formed in her eyes, but Carole stopped her.

"Wait," she said. "Answer me this. If they are so cruel, why do you put up with them?"

"It's the money," Mary answered as she wiped a tear from her eye. "I'm a single mom who dropped out of college when I got pregnant, and based on my qualifications, I could never hope to make the kind of money I'm making here. Its… tough, but I figure if I save for another five years, I'll have enough to send my son to college. I want him to have the kind of opportunities I never had. Look, I've got to go; just call if you need anything."

Mary was uncomfortable with her feelings. For some reason, she had felt an unexpected connection with Carole that she hadn't felt with the four previous women she'd shepherded through the process in the six years she'd been the Bournes' secretary. After the first one, she had done her best to limit her emotional attachment to these women, because it would only sharpen her guilt at what she was doing, and lessen her anguish when they inevitably washed out and fell into whatever miserable fate awaited them.

When Mary left, Carole unpacked a few of her things, but left all of the family pictures that she'd covered her previous desk with in the box. She wanted no reminders of home while she was working this job. When she was finished, she booted up her computer, clicked on her new e-mail address and saw three files. They were assignments for that day. The first was with an executive named Warren, who worked on the 10th floor and would see her in her new office, the second was a visit to Ralph, the security chief, and the third was with … a woman? What was this about?

She dialed Mary's number and asked about it, and was stunned to learn that she would be expected to service women as well as men. "This is an equal opportunity office," Mary said. "Don't worry, after the first time, it'll come natural."

Carole was in turmoil over this development. She'd never come close to a lesbian encounter, save the fumblings she'd done with a girlfriend when she was 15 and just starting to discover her sexuality. The friend had taught her how to masturbate, and they had spent many a sleepover twiddling their twats during the year or so the girl lived in her neighborhood.

But she didn't have time to ponder the problem. Her 11 a.m. appointment with Warren was drawing near, and she needed to be ready. Looking in the bathroom, she found some perfume that she dabbed behind each ear. She also noticed the box of douche that Mary had told her about. She was to use that after each assignment, unless told otherwise. 

She was fixing up her make-up when she heard a knock on her door then heard the door open.

"Carole?" a man's voice asked. The man smiled at her not unkindly as she emerged from the bathroom. "Hellllllo there." Warren looked her up and down approvingly. He was a real hustler in his job and was one of the company's top producers. He was a good-looking man in his late 30s, of average size with blond hair cut fairly short.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a pleasant voice.

"Sure," Carole replied as she felt herself getting wet again. Warren was, quite frankly, a hunk, and she was starting to anticipate this assignment with some eagerness. The pair fell together and embraced, and Warren pressed his lips to hers. They kissed for quite a few minutes as they took their time undressing each other.

As soon as Warren's pants fell to the floor, Carole knew she was going to enjoy this. Outlined against his briefs was a rock-solid 9-inch cock. God, she thought, is every man here hung like a horse? Warren, meanwhile was working two fingers around in Carole's increasingly wet pussy, then he ran a middle finger up her slit to her clit, which was already poking out of its hood in arousal. Carole hissed as Warren worked his fingers in her gash, while she rubbed his cock through his shorts.

Abruptly, Carole dropped to her knees without being asked, and pulled the waistband of Warren's underwear down off his beautiful cock. She squealed as his cock boinked her in the nose and she quickly grabbed it and started covering it all over with licks and kisses. She could feel herself losing control, the way she had the previous day. A large pearl of pre-cum bubbled out the end of his cock, and she lapped it up then went back for more. 

When she had Warren's cock covered with a potent combination of his pre-cum and her saliva, she fed the perfectly-formed head past her lips and began to suck. Carole vacuumed his cock about halfway on the first suck, but it wasn't long before she could feel the head of his dick as it passed into her throat. She concentrated on giving maximum pleasure with her mouth and throat, and Warren groaned his approval.

Before she could go too far, however, he pulled away and motioned for Carole to lie back on the couch.

"I want to get a good taste of this pussy," Warren said excitedly. He had worked hard to earn first crack at Carole's pussy – after the Brothers, of course – and he wanted to experience everything he could. Carole spread her legs and ran her fingers through her flaming pussy, showing him everything she had. She still had on her hose and her heels, and the effect was intoxicating.

Warren knelt in front of the sofa and plunged his face in Carole's gash. He licked and kissed his way up her furrow then wrapped his tongue around her hard, throbbing clit, sending electric bolts of energy all through her body. Then he concentrated his licks and kisses on her clit, while he plowed two fingers in her increasingly sloppy snatch. After a good bit of this, he pulled himself up, gripped both of her tits in each hand and lavished licks and kisses over her highly sensitive nipples and her swelling breasts. After a few minutes working Carole's rock-hard nips, he dove back down to her swollen, dripping pussy.

Carole could feel a huge orgasm building as Warren ate her out vigorously. The man certainly knew what he was doing, she thought hazily as the veil of lust descended over her mind. She was rising, rising, rising to a most welcome climax, but she didn't want to cum this way. So she reluctantly pulled his head away from her crotch, and begged him to fuck her, to fuck her hard and make her cum. Warren was ready. He had a woody that could cut a diamond, and he was ready to bathe this beauty's cunt with his cum.

Climbing on his knees in front of the low sofa, which was the perfect size for doing just what he was about to do, he leaned in, rubbed the head of his cock between Carole's juicy lips then plunged all the way in. He pushed it in non-stop until he felt their pubic hairs commingling. The couple groaned heavily, excitedly, at the first rush of his cock up her cunt. Warren gripped Carole's hips as he began to work his pulsing cock deep in her clenching pussy. Carole worked her hips around and around, up and down, trying to get every inch of his wonderful cock as deep as possible in overflowing cunt.

Carole lifted her legs and wrapped them around Warren's waist, and she urged him on with a stream of endearments. Carole's tits bounced wildly on her chest as Warren fucked her into a state of frenzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, and they kissed wildly, passionately. She was into it now, for better or worse. Indeed, she was thoroughly enjoying herself as she felt Warren's cock plow into her.

They couldn't last long at this pace, and Warren's breathing began to become labored as he worked his cock in Carole's hole. Carole, too, was getting close to a monstrous explosion, and they worked themselves mindlessly, each giving the other astonishing pleasure as they streaked to a mutual orgasm. Sweat burst out over their bodies, heightening the tactile sensations as they slithered together in hot lust.

Suddenly, Warren choked, "I'm gonna cum," then he raised himself as much as he could, fucked her two or three of the deepest strokes yet then came wildly in a tumultuous avalanche of cum. He shot bolt after creamy bolt of thick, hot cum deep in Carole's pussy, and Carole was right there with him, tumbling off the mountain in a roaring orgasm. They clutched each other tight as their climax washed over them, seeming to go back and forth between the two as they cried out their passion. As soon as he was finished shooting, Warren scrambled onto the couch and pressed his gleaming cock to Carole's mouth and urged her to clean his cock. Carole didn't have to be asked twice. She marveled at how flecks of his cum still adhered to his cock and how her pungent juices covered his shaft. She licked every bit of Warren's cock of their combined juices, and had a second, small orgasm just from the wildness of this act, which she had never done before. 

When they finally came back to earth, they both exclaimed, "Wow!" at the same time then laughed like schoolchildren. Carole felt Warren's cum oozing out of her well-fucked pussy, and she reached between her legs, scooped up a dollop of cum and rubbed it all over her lips and into her mouth. She was completely letting go of her inhibitions, doing things that would have horrified her just two days earlier, but which now seemed like the thing to do.

A look at the clock showed they still had well over an hour, more than enough time for a second round, and Carole gazed lustfully at Warren's semi-hard cock as they sat next to each other on the sofa. She wrapped her right hand around his shaft and began to slowly, idly, stroke him as they shared a long and languid kiss. After making out for a few minutes, Warren slid back to the floor between Carole's legs, reached under her butt and pulled her hose down her legs and off. Then he opened Carole's legs again and mashed his face fully in her juicy snatch.

This sent Carole soaring toward another orgasm, as Warren ate as much of his cum out of her pussy as he could get. Carole was astonished at this. She'd never had a man who was willing to eat her out after he'd cum, although to be honest, she'd never thought to ask. But Warren was happily eating away at her pussy, sending radiant bolts of passion coursing through her body.

Before she could cum, however, she pulled him away and suggested that they get on the floor. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she laid Warren flat on his back, with his reinvigorated cock aimed at the ceiling. Positioning herself at his head, she first dangled her tits in Warren's face, and he responded by inhaling her nipples, trying to get as much of her breasts in his mouth as possible. In the meantime, she gripped his swollen cock in one hand and began to lightly jack him, getting him ready to please her again. 

Moving down his body, she straddled his face as she sucked his cock into her mouth, all the way in one long plunge. She held her mouth fully on his cock, her lips pursed around the base, as Warren fought for control. When she felt like the threat of a premature orgasm had subsided, she began to work her mouth up and down on his shaft, while he used his tongue, lips and fingers on her boiling cunt. Back and forth, the waves of pleasure flowed between the two lovers as they lost themselves in lust.

Just when she felt like she was about to cum, Carole pulled herself reluctantly from Warren's face, and moved down so she was on her knees straddling his hips, facing away from him. She gripped his cock tightly in her hand and brought the head of his cock to the red, swollen gash between her legs. With a long, satisfied groan, she slid the head into her cunt and slowly impaled herself on his cock. They fucked long and slow as she rode Warren like she was riding a horse, up and down and all around.

After a while, Carole felt her orgasm suddenly roar through her, and she sat down fully on Warren's cock as the waves washed over her. When she had subsided somewhat, Warren urged her to pull her feet underneath her, so she could ride him even harder. Carole was completely blown away by the absolute carnality of what she was doing. She had thought she had known what sexual pleasure was all about, but this was beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

Warren could feel the telltale tingle that told him another rip-roaring cum explosion was locked and loaded, and he wanted to control how and when he came. So he pulled Carole off his cock, pushed her down so that she was on all fours and got behind her. Carole wantonly thrust her ass up in the air, her gaping sex open to Warren's hot gaze. She eagerly ran two fingers under her body to open her pussy lips even wider in welcome invitation. Warren needed no further encouragement. He aimed his cock at her gaping valley and thrust himself in to the hilt. 

Carole's head lolled from side to side as she lost herself again in total erotic passion. She wasn't a wife anymore; she was an animal, an animal in heat getting fucked by one of the hunkiest studs she'd ever had. Warren gripped Carole's hips as he pounded his cock faster and harder in her cunt, which was leaking her juices down the inside of her thighs. Warren reached under Carole's body and squeezed her breasts tightly, working the nipples between his fingers. It was like they were on a roller coaster, hurtling toward a fantastic finish.

Warren couldn't take any more; Carole's hot, wet cunt, which was much tighter than he expected from a woman with three children, had taken him beyond the point of control. As he felt his balls churn, he suddenly ripped his cock out of her pussy and sprayed a massive series of cum shots all over her butt, up her back, over her puckered asshole and finally over her twitching, gaping cunt. When he had finished with the rocket shots, he stuck his still-dripping cock back in her pussy, and shuddered as the last of his cum laved the inner walls of Carole's cunt.

At first, Carole was a little peeved that he'd pulled out, but when the first jets of cum splattered her butt, she convulsed in another strong orgasm. Nothing penetrated her consciousness except the waves of release that washed over her body, leaving a lazy, lustful haze over her mind.




Carole's Indoctrination



Looking up at the clock, she suddenly realized that she had just 10 minutes to get dressed and get downstairs to her 1:30 appointment with Ralph, the security chief. She had put him out of her mind when Warren had entered, but now much of the fear and loathing she'd experienced overnight returned. She had hoped to get a shower before her next appointment, but there was no time now for that. So she hustled to get dressed, as Warren did the same. When they were dressed, they kissed again, and it was a surprisingly tender kiss. Carole decided on the spot that Warren could have her any time he wanted, whether the Bournes said he could or not, and told him so. Then they went their separate ways.

Carole felt sweaty and dirty as she descended the elevator to the basement office where Ralph kept watch on things. Along the way, several people entered the elevator and looked at her knowingly, since she smelled of hot sex, but at this point she no longer cared. She was thankful she'd worn a dark skirt; it disguised the wet spots where her skirt had soaked up Warren's cum. But the spots on her back dampened her blouse, showing quite clearly what she'd just been up to.

Still, she had to be happy with her encounter with Warren. He had been quite a good lover, and seemed to treat her with some respect.

But that was not to be the case with Ralph. The massive security chief sat in his chair watching a bank of TV monitors that showed various key areas in the building. One in particular had his interest, even though there was not now any activity going on under that camera. He was still staring at the monitor recalling what he'd just seen going on in Carole's new office.

Ralph had defied the Bournes by secretly planting a hidden camera in the office. The Brothers had insisted that their people be allowed privacy for conducting their trysts with the liaison officer, but Ralph was a devious sort who had very quietly amassed a tidy savings blackmailing certain vulnerable executives by threatening to expose their misdeeds to their wives, or in some cases, their husbands. He had used the blackmail to collect money and had used the threat of violence to keep them from telling the Bournes what he was up to.

Of course, he had no way of knowing at that time that his clandestine videotaping scam would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but that day was well in the future. For now, he was getting himself primed for the encounter with Carole that he'd earned for his role in the previous day's activities.

Carole was a bundle of nerves as she walked down the basement hall to the security office. Like much of what she'd experienced these two days, she was about to have her first sexual encounter with a black man, and she wasn't sure what to expect. She knocked on the door, and was told to wait just a second. Ralph shut off his secret monitor then closed and locked the cabinet that held it before he walked to the door and escorted Carole into his lair.

The room was sparsely furnished with just a table, a couple of chairs and a daybed, plus all of the monitors that lined one wall. Ralph looked at his watch and smiled approvingly. "Right on time; that's what we like, a whore who knows the importance of punctuality."

Carole stood in the middle of the room, feeling very vulnerable. Ralph was a huge man, 6-6 and 300 pounds, yet there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He walked slowly around Carole several times, looking her up and down with a lascivious leer.

"OK, I think it's time we get this party started," Ralph said. "C'mon, bitch, get those clothes off." Carole was trembling as she quickly unbuttoned and discarded her blouse then slipped her skirt to the floor and kicked her shoes off. She stood nervously as Ralph ran his rough hands all over her naked body. He cupped her tits and pinched her nipples then ran his hand between her legs. He was delighted to feel the wetness that still lingered from her fuck with Warren. "I just love fresh-fucked white pussy," he said with a soft, yet somehow menacing tone.

Carole knew instinctively that this was not a man to trifle with, and she looked up at him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Stepping back, Ralph pulled his tie off and removed his shirt, revealing his powerful chest that a tight T-shirt did nothing to disguise. He pulled his boots off then began to unbuckle his belt to remove his pants.

As his pants fell to the floor, Carole's attention was riveted to his crotch. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an O in astonishment as Ralph let his boxers fall to the floor, leaving him naked from the waist down. Carole instinctively drew back with not a little bit of fear, for bobbing in front of her was the biggest dick she'd ever seen, live or otherwise. It looked like a big black anaconda slithering from between the big man's legs. It wasn't even fully hard, she could tell, and already it was longer and bigger than anything she'd ever seen.

Ralph chuckled mirthlessly at Carole's reaction. He loved the look on the face of women, especially white women, at their first glimpse of his cock. He hefted his girth at the base with one hand and began to slowly stroke himself to full hardness with the other. Despite her fear, Carole's pussy had a mind of its own, and it began swell and drool at the sight of this prize penis.

"C'mon, girl, don't just stand there, get on your knees and start sucking," Ralph said. "I want you to get ol' Ralphie here ready for your fine white ass." Carole hoped he was just using a figure of speech when he mentioned her ass, because there was no way he was going to get that thing up her butt.

But that's exactly what Ralph had in mind. He had orders to break in Carole's ass but good, and he relished the thought. However, first, he wanted to see what this whore had to offer with her mouth then he'd get just a little taste of her pussy before moving to the main event. Pushing Carole to her knees on the cold concrete floor, he aimed the plum-colored head of his dick to her mouth then rubbed it all over her lips and cheeks, getting her face damp with his copious pre-cum. Carole instinctively flicked her tongue out to bathe the shaft of his cock then worked her way down to his bloated balls, each of which she sucked and licked, before slashing her tongue up the underside of his dick. When she reached the tip, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked the head into her mouth. 

Carole sucked the head and the first couple of inches of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. She did this for just a couple of minutes then pulled her head off to review her handiwork and get a close-up view of Ralph's cock at full roar. No question, she admitted, it was quite a specimen, at least a foot long and two inches in diameter. She wrapped both hands around the monster and fed the head back into her mouth. She knew she would be unable to take him all, but she did manage to sink a good deal more than half of him into her throat before she could take no more. So she worked what she had in her mouth vigorously, and was gratified to hear a satisfied groan escape Ralph's mouth.

Because of his size and the obvious need to breathe, Carole could only suck for short periods of time, and finally after she pulled his cock out of her mouth, panting, Ralph took his cock back in his hands and told Carole to kneel so that she was leaning over the day bed. Kneeling behind her, he ran two fingers down her drooling crack then fingered her throbbing clit. He strummed the hard bud with his fingers then plunged them into her pussy. He finger-fucked her for a few minutes then scooped up some of her juice and ran his fingers up to her pink asshole.

The second his fingers touched her ass, she bolted upright and gave a sharp, "No!" But Ralph was insistent and he quickly pressed her face onto the bed with one hand and soon had two fingers of his other hand pumping deep in Carole's ass. Despite her apprehension, Ralph's fingers felt good in her ass, and she began to relax. Maybe he just wants to get me cranked up, she thought. Ralph continued to take juice from her flooded pussy and used it to lubricate the fingers in her ass.

Smiling devilishly, he gripped his now-throbbing cock in his hand and pushed the head into her pussy. Carole felt like a log was being shoved up her cunt, but the deeper he pushed, the wilder she got. Ralph slowly, steadily filled Carole's pussy with his dick, feeling her cunt walls widen to accept him. Carole didn't think she had it in her, but as she clenched her eyes shut and opened her mouth in a wordless scream, she thrust her hips back and was amazed to find she'd taken him all.

Carole could feel another huge orgasm building as Ralph began to pump his cock in her pussy. He wanted to make sure Carole was loose, limber and distracted for when he was ready to fuck her ass, and Carole was sure cooperating, losing herself in lust as she felt herself being fucked deeper and harder than she'd ever been fucked before.

Ralph was tempted to just blow his load in Carole's pussy, but he had his orders. Carole was oblivious to anything but the remarkable pleasure she was receiving from this scary man, so she was in no way prepared when Ralph abruptly pulled his dick out of her pussy and pushed the head of his cock forcefully into her ass. He gave her no warning at all, but simply rammed it in. Carole screamed as a white-hot pain seared her brain.

"No! No! NO!" she wailed. "You're hurting me! Pleeeeease! DON'T!" Ralph just ignored her and plowed his monstrous dick up Carole's ass with no regard for her feelings whatsoever. Carole sobbed as the fat black dong filled her butt painfully. Ralph had lubed her ass a little with her juice and his dick was slick from where he'd fucked her pussy, but that wasn't near enough to prevent Ralph's dick from clinging tightly to her rectum walls as he pushed it in.

By the time Ralph got all of his cock in her ass, Carole was sobbing in pain, her budding orgasm long forgotten. As soon as he had it all the way in, he spit on his hand and rubbed the saliva around the point where they were joined and began to subtly pump his cock slowly back and forth in her ass. As he did, a funny thing happened, at least to Carole's pain-racked mind; she began to feel the pain morphing into a pleasurable feeling, and the more Ralph worked his cock in her butt, the slicker her rectum became and the easier it went. 

Carole was astonished at her reaction to what she considered a brutal rape of her ass. She slowly, tentatively, began to fuck back in rhythm to Ralph's thrusts. Soon he was pulling his dick almost all the way out and ramming it back in, and, amazingly, Carole was soon rocking back to meet his incoming strokes.

Ralph laughed as he witnessed Carole's transformation from intense pain to sublime pleasure from the fucking she was getting. They were all the same, he decided. Once these snooty white bitches actually got his cock in them, they went wild, and that was the case with Carole. The more he fucked her, the better she liked it, and soon she was shouting obscene gibberish, imploring him to fuck her ass with everything he had. Her orgasm was back on track and nothing else in the world mattered but Ralph and his humongous dick. To heighten her pleasure, she reached under her body and began to vigorously rub her clit, and as she did waves of lust roared through her body. With a gasp and a cry, she felt her orgasm spill out of her, literally. Her hand was covered with her pussy secretions as she wailed out her climax.

"OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS!" Carole yelled, not caring if anyone heard or not. "C'MON, SHOVE THAT THING UP MY BUTT AND FILL ME WITH HOT CUM!" She was delirious with lust as Ralph picked up the pace and began to pound her ass. Sweat poured off their bodies as they worked in unison, their shared lust hurtling them into the cosmos.

Ralph usually had more control of himself during sex. But Carole's tight white ass was getting to him, and he let her know just how she was making him feel.

"Good white ass," he said through clenched teeth. "Prime white meat loves Ralphie's dick, don't she."

"YESSS! YESSS! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR COCK!" Carole yelled. She was wild with a lust the likes of which she'd never experienced, even in her previous encounters of the past two days.

That was all Ralph needed to hear. With a strangled roar, he shoved his cock as deep as possible and fired a tremendous load of thick, hot cum up Carole's ass. There was no way her butt could contain the massive load, and great dollops of cum were squeezed out of her ass and ran down the backs and insides of her thighs.

Even as Ralph was filling her ass with cum, Carole felt her body shudder and shimmy as another orgasm rushed through her body, and as Ralph kept pumping his spewing dick into her ass, it was followed closely by another sharp orgasm and yet another one, as she came like a firecracker.

At last, Ralph's dick gave a last spurt then slowly oozed out of her ass, streaking her thigh with a tendril of cum. Carole felt like she'd given birth almost as Ralph's cock fell away, followed by a river of sperm. She was still in a dream state when she said something that would come back to haunt her.

"Man, that was great!" she breathed. "One of these days, though, I want you to fill my pussy with that thing."

"Hmmm, just might have to do that," he said. "Maybe I'll bring along some friends next time."

"If they're all hung like you, you can bring in as many as you want," she answered.

Ralph filed that statement away for future reference, as he slowly got dressed. Carole finally stood up on shaky legs. Her knees were sore from kneeling on the hard floor and every muscle from her waist down was aching from overuse. When she was finally dressed, Ralph summarily dismissed her without so much as a kiss.

By the time Carole reached the elevator, her mind had cleared somewhat, and she realized to her horror that she had just invited Ralph to set up a black gangbang.

"What have I done?" she asked aloud. What was happening to her? Two days ago, the idea of her doing a gangbang of any sort would have sickened her, but now she had practically begged for a room full of black men to pass her around like a blow-up doll.

The elevator ride was another exercise in humiliation. People who got on the elevator as it rose, looked at her disheveled appearance, her hair tangled and her clothes wrinkled and dirty, sniffed the aroma of male semen and female cum juice, noticed the wetness of Ralph's cum as it slowly dripped down her thighs all the way to her knees, and looked away in some disgust. Thankfully, all of them were gone by the time she reached the upper floors.

Carole's face was red and her lower lip was quivering as she reached her office. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to handle doing this on a daily basis, and once again she considered just coming clean with Mark and fighting the charges the Bournes had leveled against her. And to think, she still had one more assignment that day, her 4 p.m. encounter with Deirdre, the top-ranking female in the company. She looked at her watch, and saw she had 45 minutes, so she knew she had time for a long, leisurely shower before the woman's arrival.

As she showered, she wondered just how Deirdre would approach her. She'd seen enough porn to have a general idea of how two women had sex, but she wasn't too clear on the particulars. As with everything else she'd done these past two days, she decided to just go with the flow and see what happened. In fact, a part of her was eager to try this. She had been opened up to so many sexual possibilities already; one more wasn't going to kill her.

She was drying her hair with a thick towel, with another wrapped around her body, as she emerged from the bath to the sight of a tall slender woman with very short blonde hair sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed. She looked to be about 40, and while she wasn't exactly beautiful, she had a sort of exotic look that suggested some sort of foreign origin. 

In fact, Deirdre had been born and raised in Holland, but had come to the States on a college scholarship and had eventually become a citizen. She was known to be a hard driver in her department; indeed, some of her underlings joked behind her back that she had more balls than most of the men in the building.

Deirdre stood up from the sofa and walked slowly over to where Carole still stood. "Sorry I'm a little early, but I couldn't wait," she said. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I was told I'd be your first woman. I am your first, aren't I?"

Carole just nodded numbly. Something about this woman had her mesmerized, and she offered no resistance when Deirdre pulled the towel off her body and let it drop to the floor.

"Nice, very nice," Deirdre said in her lilting European accent. "I think we're going to have fun here. Why don't you do me a favor and call home. Tell them you'll be a little late. I don't want to be rushed into this. Ah, but first…" Then she bent down and kissed Carole full on the lips. At first, Carole wasn't sure how to react, but as Deirdre's tongue probed past her lips, Carole felt herself begin to relax, and soon she was trading licks like she'd been kissing women all of her life. There was something soft and sensuous about kissing a woman, she decided, not at all like the sometimes rough and nervous kisses that men gave.

As the two women kissed, Deirdre ran her hands down Carole's sides then up her chest to cup her tits. Breaking off the kiss, Deirdre bent down and sucked each of the nipples into her mouth and sucked vigorously. Carole felt her pussy begin to swell once again as the woman lightly flicked her tongue over her hard brown tips.

Pulling away, Deirdre stepped back and slowly began to strip, while Carole made her phone call home, telling her son that she'd be home about 7. While Carole spoke on the phone, Deirdre unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her skirt to reveal a body that was very tight and toned, but not muscular. Her braless tits were small, little more than A-cups, if that, and she kept her pussy clean-shaven. To top off the effect, she wore black knee-high boots. Carole would learn that Deirdre always wore boots to emphasize her dominant personality. In fact, Carole would find out in the months to come just how dominant Deirdre could be.

For now, however, Deirdre planned to keep things pretty straightforward, and when she was naked, except for the boots, she approached Carole, kissed her again, this time with a little more urgency and pressed her body so that she was skin-to-skin with Carole. After a minute or two of furious necking, Deirdre pulled Carole's face to her breasts, and Carole tentatively kissed and licked the long pink nipples. She felt them swell in her mouth as she tongued the sensitive tips of Deirdre's breasts.

The longer Carole kissed and sucked Deirdre's tits, the more active her hands became over the tall blonde's body. But she was hesitant to feel between her legs, until Deirdre gently took one of her hands and maneuvered it to her pussy.

"Go on," she said. "You know what you like to do to yourself. Just do that to me, and you'll have no problem." Deirdre helped by placing her left foot on the sofa, exposing her juicy cunt. Carole rubbed her middle finger between the folds of Deirdre's pussy and felt it plunge into her hot depths.

"Uhhhh, yesssssss, just like that," Deirdre said as Carole began to work the finger in and out while thumbing the clit. "Don't worry, you'll catch on quick." Carole did know how she liked to please herself, and soon she was pumping two fingers steadily into Deirdre's pussy, as Deirdre humped her hips up and down. 

But before Deirdre could cum, she pulled Carole's hand away then stepped over to the sofa and lay back. She spread her legs wide, revealing her dripping wet snatch to Carole's gaze. She quickly put two fingers to her pussy and began to masturbate slowly, staring at Carole with a smoky gaze. Carole was confused by the feelings that were racing through her mind and body. She could feel herself getting aroused at the sight of this woman, and that's something she had never thought would happen. She was a happily married heterosexual person; how could the prospect of putting her mouth on another woman's pussy suddenly be turning her on?




Carole's Indoctrination



As if reading her mind, Deirdre looked up at her and told her not to worry, that she had made sure she was thoroughly clean. "I want your first taste of pussy to be a good one. Nothing turns me off faster than a foul-smelling cunt."

Carole laughed at that, for some reason, and that broke the tension. Bending over to the sofa, she returned both hands to Deirdre's cunt and worked it until she had her face right up to Deirdre's crotch. Pulling open Deirdre's pussy lips, Carole surprised her by hesitating and blowing a soft stream of air over the inflamed flesh. Deirdre gasped at the sudden, delightful sensation that wafted over her pussy. Carole blew on Deirdre's crotch for a few seconds more then stuck out her tongue and swiped it up the bald furrow. As she did, she was pleasantly surprised by the taste. It was tart, but tasty, so she lashed at the hole again, and soon was licking around the hole and up to Deirdre's clit with her tongue.

Deirdre lay back and felt the stress of the workday melt away as Carole began to press her lips to her pussy. Carole licked some then pressed her mouth to the gooey gash and sucked for all she was worth. That was something she had liked having done to her whenever Mark ate her out. A sharp pang of guilt flashed through Carole's brain as she thought about her husband. But she quickly pushed aside the thought and pressed on with the increasingly delightful job of eating Deirdre's honey pot and making the tall lesbian cum.

Remembering an old technique one of her college lovers used on her, Carole pursed her lips around Deirdre's clit then began to flick her tongue over it in a rapid-fire motion somewhat like the beating of a hummingbird's wings. At the same time, she plunged two fingers hard into the vagina in front of her and began to finger-fuck Deirdre with almost the same intensity as she was tonguing her clit.

That did it for Deirdre. With a piercing cry, she arched her back hard and let a tremendous orgasm blow through her system. She jerked and trembled, cried and moaned as Carole brought her to climax.

"Whoa," Deirdre exclaimed when she finally fell back to earth. "For a first-timer eating pussy, you sure were good. Are you sure you've never been with a woman before? 'Cause you're a natural at it." Carole just smiled at what she genuinely took as a compliment, but then gave Deirdre almost a pleading look. Her pussy was bubbling and in need of relief, and now that she'd taken that fateful step into lesbian sex and eaten out a woman, she wanted to see what it was like to have it done to her.

Deirdre saw the look and pulled Carole up to the sofa. She embraced the brunette in a smoldering kiss then slipped to the floor and spread Carole's legs to reveal her pussy, which was gleaming with the wetness of high arousal. Deirdre didn't fool around; she'd seen the look of want on Carole's face, and she was eager to make Carole cum in a way she'd never experienced before. She pressed her face to Carole's crotch and pushed her mouth entirely over Carole's mound, snaking her tongue out ream out her pussy hole before rolling it around the clit. Deirdre wrapped her hands around Carole's thighs to give herself some leverage as she worked the gaping gash with her mouth.

Carole felt an enormous rush pass through her body as she surrendered to Deirdre's oral assault. The feel of a woman's lips and tongue weren't radically different from a man's, but there was something subtle that made it feel uniquely feminine. Maybe it was the delicateness of the lips, the feel of the tongue. Whatever it was, Carole was grooving on it. She thrust her hips up to push as much of her pussy as Deirdre could get her mouth on. And that was a lot, because Deirdre and her talented tongue were slashing all over Carole's gushing pussy.

Moaning in increasing ecstasy, Carole humped her crotch at Deirdre's face, treating her tongue almost like a small cock, trying to suck it into her depths with her cunt. As she humped in abandon, Carole gripped Deirdre's head tightly, letting the stiff bristles of short hair enlace her fingers. Squeezing her eyes tight, Carole felt a powerful orgasm surge through her, and with a series of jerks and grunts, she exploded in a white-hot spasm of lust.

Deirdre didn't give her but a few seconds to recover. Pulling Carole to the floor, Deirdre laid her down on her back, crawled over to where her legs straddled Carole's head and lowered her hips until her bald beaver was hovering just inches away from Carole's face. Carole gazed up through her post-orgasmic haze at Deirdre's dripping snatch, the hole open and swollen. She grabbed Deirdre's hips and pulled her the rest of the way down, so that her pussy was squarely on her mouth and began to vigorously work at the pink hole.

At the same time, Deirdre lowered her head to Carole's groin, pulled the legs open as wide as she could and pushed her tongue back onto Carole's pussy, which was still twitching from her earlier orgasm.

Back and forth, each giving pleasure to the other, mimicking whatever one did to the other, Carole and Deirdre spent most of the next hour and a half eating each other's pussy in a furious 69, bringing each other to the heights, within sight of the mountaintop, then backing off. Time and time, they did this, taking each other to the brink of orgasm and backing off. Deirdre started on top, but they switched positions constantly, rolling all over the floor in the office. But they always stayed locked in a steady 69.

Carole was amazed at how sex with a woman was so different from sex with a man. Men were always worrying about control, about not shooting their loads too quickly. But women, she found, had an enormous capacity for cumming, and cumming again. Since they didn't have a cum load to worry about, they could go as hard or as soft as they wanted.

Eventually, they were in such a frenzy of lesbian lust that they couldn't stop themselves, and a wild, spastic orgasm engulfed them both. Deirdre made sure that when they came, they came together, and they did. Then they did it again, eventually cumming three more times before they finally rolled away from each other in sweat-covered exhaustion. Looking at the clock, Carole noticed it was 6:30; they'd been at it for over 2½ hours. 

After a moment to catch their breath, they took a shower together, washing each other's body tenderly, then they dressed and prepared to head for home.

Carole drove home in an exhausted, but thoroughly fulfilled, daze. She couldn't believe the things she'd done that day. She'd had so many first-time experiences that day that it was hard to imagine. She'd taken her first facial, had her first black man, had been fucked in the ass deeper than she was ever likely to be fucked again, and had her first lesbian experience. All in all, it had been a hell of a day. 

If she thought about the circumstances of how she came to have a day like that, with the promise of others just like it to come, she was filled with guilt and doubt. But if she concentrated on the actual sex itself, learned to appreciate that and not think about the particulars, she decided, then maybe she might just enjoy being the Bournes' liaison officer.

But little did she know that the Bournes had plans to take her deeper and deeper into the world of hardcore sex, deeper than she ever thought she could go.

(To Be Continued)