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I'll Do Anything...

By: wishfulthinker



I will do anything to get him back!

My marriage had become a sham. We hadn't had sex for years, we argued all the time and she did nothing around the house. Eventually I plucked up the courage and left. I then spent a few blissful weeks in rented accommodation seeing my mates when I wanted and enjoying myself. Unknown to me Jackie was distraught and was desperate to get me back. She contacted the wives of some of my friends and begged them for help. Although they had never really liked her they were worried that Jackie might do something drastic if I didn't go back to her. They apparently chatted to her for ages and decided that I should go back if Jackie sincerely meant to change her attitude towards me. When they first contacted me I said that I didn't believe that Jackie would change her ways so I was not interested in going back to her. They realised that Jackie would have to work hard to convince me that she was really sorry and intended to change her ways so, unbeknown to me, they got together with Jackie and came up with a plan to convince me.

It was nearly two weeks later that Paul, my best mate, called for me and asked me to come round with him to meet Jackie. I took some persuading but I eventually went. 

When we arrived I was surprised to see that there were several cars there. 

'What's going on?' I asked, 'who else is here?'

'All will be explained in good time,' Paul answered. I then followed him in expecting to be almost knocked over by my kids. But there were no kids. There were however three of my mates, four if you count Paul and their wives or girlfriends and Jackie. 

'Well this is a surprise,' I stated somewhat bemused. 

'Well,' Grace started, 'Jackie has managed to convince some of us that she is desperately sorry for the abysmal way that she has treated you and intends to change her ways. We are all here to help her do the more difficult and important job of convincing you.'

'That will take some doing,' I stated. 

'We realise that,' Grace continued, ' and so does Jackie, but after today I think you will be convinced.' There was then some shuffling around. The four girls sat on the sofa facing Jackie, who stood in the middle of the room. I was requested to sit in the armchair to the left of the sofa. The rest of the lads sat on an assortment of chairs on the right of the sofa. 

'Ok lets get started,' Jo stated. 'Jackie we believe that you are truly sorry about your treatment of Martin.'

'I am,' Jackie replied. 

'You have repeatedly said that you will do anything to get him back,' Grace stated.

'I have,'

'Will you accept this courts right to punish you for your treatment of Martin and to establish rules for your future behaviour towards him?' Sarah asked.

'I do accept this courts authority,' by now I was wondering what on earth was going to happen. 

'Charge one,' Tracy stated, 'you have consistently failed to maintain a reasonably tidy house despite never going to work and that Martin has had to a unreasonable amount to keep the house running despite working very long hours.'

'How do you plead?' asked Sarah.

'Guilty,' Jackie responded. 

'This court accepts your guilty plea and here by punishes you,' Jo stated, 'to the removal of one item of clothing and 30 minutes in the stocks. What stocks I wondered and thought there is no way she will accept the removal of any clothing. She wouldn't even let me see her changing for the last few years. 

'I didn't think they would be that sort of punishments,' Jackie pleaded.

'You either obey or we forget the whole thing and Martin is proved right in that you aren't truly sorry and will not change your ways,' Grace stated firmly.

'I suppose I will have to as I did say ANYTHING,' Jackie said to my amazement. She then slowly removed her tee shirt and dropped it to the floor. She stood facing the caught with her breast now only covered by her 36D functional, plain white bra. Paul stepped forward and took a photo of her as she stood there. 'Hey that's not on!' Jackie moaned.

'Pictures are required to evidence that the punishment has been carried out and to remind you of them to help you amend your ways.' Jo stated. 

'Charge two,' Grace stated, 'despite Martin earning all the money you have moaned at him spending any and only ever brought the cheapest possible goods.'

'How do you plead? Asked Sarah.

'Guilty,' Jackie stated. 

'This court accepts your guilty plea and here by punishes you,' Helen stated, 'to the removal of one further item of clothing and 30 minutes in the stocks. Jackie looked a bit surprised but didn't object this time. She just unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I wasn't surprise to see that she was wearing, as usual, a very large pair of passion-killing, white, cotton knickers. Paul again stepped forward and took a picture. I realised that I my cock was becoming hard and I had to adjust it. 

'Charge three,' Jo stated, 'You have been a poor mother and role model to your children,'

'How do you plead? Asked Sarah.

'Guilty,' Jackie stated. 

'This court accepts your guilty plea and here by punishes you,' Helen stated, 'to the removal of one further item of clothing and 30 minutes in the stocks.'

'Hang on that's too much!' Jackie pleaded. 

'OK, that's it lets go home.' Grace said.

'Oh... if I have to I have to,' Jackie muttered. She then put her hand behind her back and undid her bra. She let if fall to the ground revealing her large white tits with their partially erect dark red nipples. Paul took another photo. 

'To the stocks,' Jo stated. Stuart and Kevin then took one of Jackie's arms and led her out of the front door. Jackie struggled a little but to no avail. They stood her by the cherry tree in our front lawn and then took her arms back and tied them so they were around the tree. They then sat her on a plastic box. Kevin brought out a plank with two pairs of handcuffs attached to it. With Paul's help he put the handcuffs around Jackie's ankles these held her legs about 3 feet apart. Stuart then secured the plank to the ground with steaks at a distance that meant Jackie's body was stretched gently out with her bottom just resting on the box. Tracy then blindfolded Jackie as Sarah and Grace brought out a sign that said:

'1) I have consistently failed to maintain a reasonably tidy house despite never going to work. 

 

2) Despite Martin earning all the money you have moaned at him spending any and only ever brought the cheapest possible goods.

 

3) I have been a poor mother and role model to my children,

 

I accept this punishment in an attempt to persuade my husband to come back to me.'

They hammered it into the ground beside her. Just before we went inside Paul took another picture of her stretched out with her large milky white breasts on open view, only her knickers to cover her dignity and unable to see anybody around her. As we left her for 1½ hours it began to pour with rain; making us all hurry into the dry. 

I watched through the window as the rain continued to pour onto her bound body. The cold rain made her nipples hard and her hair was matted and water was dripping down her face. I then noticed that her sensible white cotton knickers had become sodden and therefore almost transparent so her large mass of pubes was clear to see. 

I drank a beer and looked outside again. A few of the local teenagers had gathered and were laughing at her. A couple of eggs had been thrown at her. One had cracked on top of her head its contents were running over her dripping wet hair. The other had cracked on her left breast and was dripping from her nipple. Then a dog wandered over to Jackie and much to her disgust and every body else's amusement it licked the egg from her breast then cocked its leg and pissed over her. 

There was a little shoving and laughter in the group of on lookers and then one of them came forward, somewhat nervously, and grabbed Jackie's right breast and squeezed it. A game of dare had started. After some more laughter a second youth came up and fondled both her breasts to cheers from the mob. Another lad was then pushed forward. He looked very nervous. Each time the stakes got higher. He approached Jackie and then looked back towards the mob. There was a shout of, 'Go on!' he turned back and gave her pussy mound a quick rub to a roar of approval. There was only one lad and one lass left that hadn't had a turn. The lad was pushed forward. He didn't hang about. He just walked up to Jackie and put his hands inside her knickers and pulled out some pubes, which he took back to his mates. It was the girl's turn she was understandably reluctant but the lads were not going to let her get away with it. I opened the window so that I could hear them.

'Your turn, Abbey,'

'I'm not doing it even if it is a dare,' Abbey replied.

'We all have,' the lad that plucked some pubes stated. 

'No,' Abbey replied.

'Look you know our rules,' the lad, obviously the leader, said ' If you refuse a dare you have a forfeit. So it is either her knickers down so we can see her cunt or yours,'

'You wouldn't,' Abbey protested.

'Are you daring me?'

'Ok...Ok I'll do it.' She then slowly approached Jackie. She looked back at the mob pleadingly to no avail. With a shrug she grabbed the top of Jackie's knickers and yanked them down to a big cheer. The mob then ran off leaving Jackie with her knickers around her thighs. 

As her time was almost up we went to come back out. Just as I went to open the door I saw a car I recognised pull up. It was Jackie's mother, Val. She saw Jackie's situation and instead of being shocked she read the sign and laughed. She then went back to the car. I thought she was just going to drive off but no she came back with a couple of eggs one she cracked and let drip over her breasts the other she cracked onto her wet matted pubes. She then pulled her knickers up over the broken shell and to my amazement gave her now panty covered mound a good rub. She then continued and came to the door. 

'I see you are having a good time,' she said as I let her in. ' I don't blame you she deserves everything she gets for her behaviour over the last few years.'

'We are just about to release her,' I said. With that we all trouped out. Paul took a couple of photos of her one, I am sure was a close up of her cunt. We released her and took her into the back garden. 

'Take your knickers off and we will hose you down then you can come inside,' Grace instructed. Jackie started to object then decided not to. Probably realising it wasn't worth it, as they were not concealing anything. She slipped them off and I turned the hose on. I took great pleasure running the freezing water over her naked body. I noticed that the cold rain had caused her nipples to harden. As I squirted the hose over them they hardened still further till they looked painfully hard. I then ran the hose down her body and she squealed, but didn't turn away, as the water jet hit her cunt. I suddenly realised I was incredibly turned on and this was no longer the same Jackie that I had left a few months ago. That one was moaning and boring we had had no sexual activity for three or four years and would not even change with me in the room. This was like the girl I fell in love with fun loving and daring in fact even that girl would not have liked being naked in front of eight fully dressed friends but this 'Changed?' Jackie seemed to be enjoyed almost turned on by it. Perhaps I should give things a second go. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Jo speaking,

'I think she is clean now and can come in.'

'Uh... Yes...yes of course,' I mumbled as I came back to my senses. I turned the hose of and to my amazement as Jackie came past me her hand squeezed my aching hard on through my trousers and she winked at me. 

Once inside Jackie was given a towel and a few moments to dry off and a stiff drink then the court reconvened with Jackie now standing naked before it. 

'We have so far considered the faults that you admitted to this court we now need to address some of Martin's complaints,' Grace informed Jackie. 'You will not be surprised to hear that these are almost exclusively about sex or should I say the lack of it.'

'Firstly Martin complains that you do not look after yourself properly, in that you often wear the same bra for weeks, you frequently have skid marks in your knickers and hardly ever trim your pubes amongst other things,' Jo stated.

'Well looking at that untamed mass of pubes we can tell you never trim them when was the last time?' Tracy asked. 

'Eh... I cannot remember.' Jackie replied.

'What about the rest of it how do you plead?' Grace asked.

'Eh... Guilty,' Jackie stated looking very embarrassed. 

'To be truthful we didn't believe this charge so we will have to confer over the punishment,' commented Jo. The girls conferred for a while then came to a decision. 

'We have decided that you are to have your pubes shaved off totally as a suitable punishment and as your mother is partially responsible, as she brought you up, she is to do the shaving.'

'What!' Jackie pleaded until that moment she hadn't noticed that her mum was in the room. 'My pubes being shaved off I agree is reasonable but I can't let my mother do it.'

'You have no choice,' Jo stated, 'that is the court decision.'

'I'm not too happy about it either,' Val stated, 'but under the circumstances I suppose I must.' Jackie relented and looked resigned to her punishment. Scissors and shaving equipment was rapidly found. Jackie lay down on a towel and Val started to trim her pubes with the scissors. After a short while the curls were gone and only stubble remained. Val then smeared shaving foam over her daughters mound and then started shave off the stubble. All the time Paul continued to take photos. Soon Jackie's mound was smooth and all that remained were the hairs around her vaginal lips. To do these, without cutting the skin and much to Jackie's horror, Val had to manipulate the labia. 

'How can I shave those last few?' Val queried pointing to a few awkwardly placed hairs. 

'You will have to insert two fingers into her vagina so that you can stretch that section,' I suggested. Both Jackie and Val looked mortified but to her credit Val inserted two fingers and completed the shaving. When she removed the fingers it was obvious to all that Jackie was fairly stimulated as they were covered in pussy juice.

The shaving equipment was then tidied away and the trail recommenced. 

'Is it true to say that you have not allowed Martin to have sex with you for about 3 years?' Sarah inquired.

'Eh... I suppose it must be about that long or longer,' Jackie replied some what embarrassed. 

'We all know that most men say they don't get enough,' Jo stated. 'But most women think that once or twice a week is about right.'

'We didn't believe Martin when he told us this,' Grace said, 'I think that fact alone deserves an immediate punishment.' She then nodded towards Rolly. He then moved a chair into the middle of the room. Mounted vertically on the seat of the chair was an 6" vibrator. Rolly turned it on. 'You must sit on the chair, with the Vibrator inside you, whilst we continue with the rest of your trial.'

'You cannot be serious,' Jackie wailed, 'I have never used something like that in private let alone in front of 8 or 9 people!' 

'Don't you see Jackie,' Grace said, 'we are now at the real big issues as to why Martin left you and if you really want him back you have to show that things have really changed.' 

'This is for you love,' Jackie said looking straight into my eyes. Then to my amazement she moved over to the chair she lowered her self so the buzzing vibrator was near to her surprisingly swollen and moist vaginal lips. With one hand she spread the lips and looking straight at me began to slide slowly down on to it. Paul took several photos as she inserted the toy. She managed to get it half way in first time and then rose a little and bobbed down again. After 3 or 4 of these fucking motions she managed to get it fully inserted and sat slightly awkwardly on the chair. I had to adjust my aching cock and could see large bulges in all the blokes' trousers, especially Paul's. Even the girls were looking a little flushed. 

The final charge is that not only did you refuse Martin any sexual contact you refused to change with him in the room, you would not let him even put his arm round you in bed and even objected if he resorted to jacking off!' Jo stated.

'How do you plead?' Sarah asked.

'G...g...guilty,' Jackie replied. 

'That is unbelievable!' Grace commented, 'No wonder Martin left.'

'You are hereby sentenced to our ultimate punishment and test of whether you have changed your attitude.' Jo stated. 'The names of all the lads, apart from Martin will be put in a hat. In a second hat will be a forfeit card. They will say, Blow job, Fuck or both. You are to pull out the name of the lad then the forfeit card. You are then to carry out the forfeit until he cums.' 

'My god,' Jackie pleaded, ' even in the best of times Martin never came in my mouth,'

'Here is your chance to prove you have changed,' Jo stated calmly.

'And you must swallow,' Grace added. 

'I have come this far there is no point in turning back,' Jackie stated. She then took the first card: 'Stuart.' I knew that she had never really liked Stuart, as he was too arrogant. She then took the second card: 'Blow job.' Stuart came forward slowly removing his tee shirt. He then slowly undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor before stepping out of them. He then stood right in front of Jackie and pushed his boxer shorts down to reveal his rigid, 6" dick. To my amazement Jackie didn't hesitate, despite still being impaled on the vibrator, she took his cock, the first apart from mine in her life, in her hand and gave it a few rubs and then slipped her lips over it. The forward motion caused her body to move forward and thee vibrator to slip out a little. Rapidly she began to use a fucking motion on Stuart's straining prick. As her mouth moved down his dick the vibrator slipped further and further out until as her nose headed towards his pubes and his dick was almost 2" deep in her throat, the vibrator was on the verge of plopping out. As her mouth moved back up his twitching penis the vibrator was once more fully impaled. 

It was not long till this fucking action took its toll. Jackie was panting and squirming on the vibrator as she neared orgasm and Stuart was straining not to cum. Paul was still taking pics of all the action. Stuart gave way first and started to pump spunk into Jackie's mouth for the first time in her life. To her credit she swallowed a few times but there was too much and some dribbled out of the side of her mouth. Stuart slowly pulled his semi limp cock out of her mouth. It glistened with Jackie's saliva and traces of spunk still remained. 

'Well done,' Jo, Stuart's wife, commented 'but you need to clean it up. To her credit Jackie just took his cock in her hand and began to lick any remaining traces of spunk from it. It didn't take long until Stuart's dick showed no signs of having just cum. 

'Next card,' Grace instructed. Jackie took out the next card: 'Kevin' she then took a forfeit card: 'Blow job.' Having just swallowed spunk for the first time she was going to have to repeat the exercise. 

Kevin wasted no time and dropped his trousers and pants revealing, his rampant cock. It was a little longer than Stuart's, approximately 7", but very thin. He stood straight in front of Jackie. She went to lean forward and give him the same treatment as Stuart. Kev wasn't having any of it. Her pushed her back into the chair and started to fuck her mouth. He wasn't gentle and his cock wasn't just popping an inch or two into her mouth but being thrust almost its entire length down her throat. He had both hands behind her head preventing her from moving away. It was obvious that Jackie was gagging and struggling to breath when he shoved his cock down her throat but Kevin remained unabashed and just kept fucking her mouth. Fortunately for Jackie he didn't last long. The pleasure and previous visual stimulation soon had him straining not to cum. Then, with a deep groan, he pushed his cock ball deep into her mouth and obviously began to pump his seed down her throat. Jackie had no choice but to swallow.


I'll Do Anything



I have a problem. I fucking love sex. A lot of people would laugh at a 'problem' like that, but it's caused me a few relationship woes. Specifically, I'm a woman who loves dominating my partners and screwing their brains out. I guess most of my past partners ended up feeling like I was just using them for sex, and to be honest, I kind of was. My pussy just can't fuck enough.

After my last girlfriend dumped me, I was able to wait about a week before I gave in to the need and hired a call girl; I almost feel sorry for the things I did to that girl. It's been months now since that last relationship and I've been hiring hookers every few days just to satisfy me, and let me tell you that is an expensive habit. I've been too busy with work to go out and meet someone, even for a one night stand, and I can't afford to hire any more hookers, so I've been on my own for nearly two weeks now, and God am I dying for it.

I was watching my students leave the classroom when that thought came over me. I started noticing more about them as they left; a handsome young man here, flashes of bare female skin and long, flowing hair there.

My pussy was tingling when I heard a voice say "Professor Cambridge, can I talk to you?" Yes, that's really my name, and no, I don't teach at Cambridge University; the university I teach at shall remain, for obvious reasons, anonymous.

The girl that approached me was pretty, slightly under average height with light blonde hair, and modest but perky breasts. Her name was Jenny Summers. Today, she was wearing tight jeans that contoured to her legs and a blouse that showed off an enticing amount of cleavage.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and get back into 'teacher mode.' "Miss Summers. What was it you wanted to discuss?"

"I was hoping I could talk to you about my grade," she said.

"Miss Summers," I said, turning to organize some papers on my desk, "there are no more pop quizzes, no more homework, and all the essays have been turned in. At this point, the only way you can improve your grade is by doing well on the final next week." 

"Please, Professor," she said, stepping closer and clutching her books to her chest. "Please, I need a better grade in this class. If there's any opportunity for some extra credit, I'm willing to do anything. Anything!"

If I had had sex recently, I could have stayed stone-faced against any student's pleas. I do want my students to pass, of course, but I will only let people pass my class if they do the work. As it was, I couldn't get my mind off of sex and so her appeal stirred an idea that I would never have acted on before.

"Anything?" I asked quietly.

"Anything!" she said firmly. "Anything at all!"

I debated in my head if I was really going to go through with what I was thinking. A moment later, I tore off a small slip of paper and wrote on it. Handing it to her I said "Be at this address tonight at eight o'clock sharp; not a second late."

"O-okay," she said, taking the paper with a little hesitation.

"And Miss Summers," I said as she turned to leave, "show up prepared to do anything."

***

At 7:50, I was in my apartment, dressed as I had been in class, in a simple white blouse, dark gray slacks, and with my dark red hair in a conservative bun. I was also incredibly nervous, contemplating what I was thinking of doing. I'd cleaned up a little, but left a few things lying around and some dust in a couple of places, so the place looked slightly disheveled, but not like a pigsty. I sat glancing at the clock constantly, wondering what would happen when the time came.

At 7:57, there was a knock on the door. I nearly sprang up out of my seat to answer it, but forced myself to calm down and compose myself. I opened the door to find Jenny standing there, dressed in the same outfit as before. But was her hair done up a little different? Was she wearing a touch more makeup? Did she expect what I intended for tonight?

"Miss Summers," I said coolly. "And a few minutes early, too."

"That's not bad, is it?" she asked, clearly as nervous as I felt. "Only, you said eight o'clock sharp, and I didn't want to be late...um..."

I stood aside and said "Come in."

She entered, carrying her book bag over one shoulder and looking around as though expecting to find something that would make sense of what she was doing here. The living room, the largest room in the apartment, was just inside the door. I led her over to the side of the room and turned to her. "Are you still prepared to do anything?"

She was trembling a little, but she nodded.

"Then you can start by cleaning this place up."

She seemed nonplussed. "Is...is that all?"

"As you can see, I have some papers to grade," I waved a hand at the stack on the table. "I want the place tidied up, but I don't have the time right now to do it myself."

A look of relief came over her face. "Okay, I can do that."

She set her book bag down and started to move, but I stopped her. "Ah, ah, ah. You're going to do all of that while wearing this," I opened the closet door behind me, revealing the French maid's uniform hanging from a hook on the door.

She looked almost ready to run when she had taken it in, but took a deep breath to steady herself. "O-okay. Um...do...do you have a-anywhere I can change?"

I gave her a long, neutral look before saying "There's a bathroom just over there," I indicated its direction. "You can leave your clothes in there if you want to."

She went off to change and I sat down on the couch and started on one of the papers. A few minutes later, she came back in. The maid's outfit looked good on her, with its short frilly skirt and fishnet stockings doing nothing to hide her shapely legs. She even filled out the bust surprisingly well.

"N-now what?" she asked.

"Start cleaning," I said. "There's a duster in the closet; you'll need it." I then turned back to the stack of papers and continued my work. Jenny started going around the room, picking up things and trying to find places for them; she even used the feather duster I had left for her. I let this go on for a little while, pretending to grade the papers before me, stealing glances at her while she wasn't looking.

When she was dusting the bookshelf, I told her "Don't forget the top shelves." She had to reach up to dust up there, and as she did the skirt rose up, giving me a nice peek at her tight little ass covered in skimpy black underwear that matched the uniform perfectly. My pussy quivered and my mouth watered at that sight.

Finally I ended the foreplay. "Miss Summers," I said, rising from my seat. "Come here." Jenny did as she was told and stood at the arm of the couch. I started walking a slow circle around her, eyeing her up and down. "Miss Summers, what exactly do you think is going to happen tonight?"

"Um...I don't know..." she said weakly.

"Take your best guess," I said, drawing the circle closer.

"Um, you want to have sex with me and then you'll raise my grade?"

I laughed a little. "That's cute, but I don't hand out grades just for a quick tickle. So there's a small correction to make to your statement." I got up real close behind her and whispered into her ear. "Tonight, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, and then, if you're a good girl for me, then I'll consider changing your grade."

She was visibly trembling at my closeness. "O-okay."

"You will answer with a simple yes or no when spoken to," I said. "For tonight, you're going to address me as Miss Alexis and I will call you...well, whatever I like. Understood, Miss Summers?"

"Y-y-yes, M-miss Alexis," She stammered.

I gave her a critical look and barked "Back straight! Eyes forward! Hands behind your back!" Startled, she complied with only a moment's hesitation. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and where these, right?" I took the pair of handcuffs from my pocket and held them out just in front of her.

She swallowed and said "Yes, Miss Alexis."

"There's a good girl," I said, bringing the handcuffs down to lock onto her wrists. "Now get down on your knees." She did so, and I ran my hands over her shoulders and neck, gently stroking her golden hair while letting my own dark red fall out of its bun. "You're a very pretty girl, Jenny. I want to do all kinds of things to you. But right now," I got down on my knees just behind her, pinning her ankles beneath my own. "I want to hear you come."

My hands went to her breasts and I began massaging them through the costume. I could tell by the feel of her slowly stiffening nipples that she wasn't wearing a bra. A small moan escaped her as I kneaded her tits. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" I muttered.

"Yes, Miss Alexis," she sighed.

"Then let's see what other noises you make." I left one hand playing with her tits while the other slowly slid downward. I dragged my fingers over a taut belly and down over the skirt to her thigh. My hand crept up the inside of her thigh and she made an uncertain little whimper. "You do want to be a good girl don't you?" I said, kissing the side of her neck soothingly. She let out a ragged breath and relaxed slightly.

I drew my hand up the inside of her thigh, fingertips barely touching her smooth skin. I traced her femoral artery across the sensitive flesh and was rewarded by her hips moving forward a little. I sucked on her neck as my fingers found their way upwards now, gliding over her underwear to the waistline.

She gasped when I slid my hand down into her underwear and started caressing the folds of her pussy. She moaned as I ran my fingers between her lips and began breathing harder as I pushed just the very tip of one into her hole, swirling it around gently. By the time I had worked my finger all the way into her warm, wet hole, she was panting like a bitch in heat. I pushed a second finger into her and started pumping in and out, finger fucking her cunt while I thumbed her clit and bit down on her neck a little, just enough to leave a mark. I held her close so I could feel her body pressed against mine as she squirmed and moaned as I played with her. Then suddenly, she came, her body stiffening while her hips humped through the orgasm until she shuddered and melted in my grip.

I lay her limp form flat on the floor in front of me and said softly into her ear "There'll be plenty more of that if you're good tonight." She took a few trembling breaths, but didn't seem to have the strength to answer.

I gave her a few hickies down the side of her neck while I reached back to remove my slacks. When I'd gotten home from work, I had masturbated three times thinking about tonight; it took some of the edge off, but though I had redressed to greet Jenny, I had not put my underwear back on.

Now naked from the waist down, I rolled the girl over and climbed up to straddle her face with my bare crotch. She looked up at me with apprehension, clearly on unfamiliar ground, so I decided to give her some instruction. "It's time to start earning your grade. Get licking, slut."

"Y-yes, Miss Alexis," she answered. Screwing her eyes shut, she leaned forward and began lapping at my pussy.

I'd like to say that she was an amazing cunt eater, that she made me come over and over with her incredibly skilled tongue, but she wasn't. However, it didn't really matter that she wasn't very good; I was so excited that I nearly came as soon as her tongue touched my lips. I held on to myself and tried to enjoy the experience for a little longer. I helped her a bit by rocking my hips back and forth, trying to direct her to other spots that she wasn't getting to, until I was just humping. Whipping my blouse off so I could grab my tits through my lacy black bra, I fucked her face vigorously for a couple of minutes, letting the sensations flow from my pussy, riding the waves of pleasure. And then, finally, my orgasm crashed through me.

While I was catching my breath, Jenny looked up at me and asked "Was that good, Miss Alexis?"

"Don't think that that will get you anything from me," I said. "Just because I came doesn't mean you were good." She looked crestfallen at this, and I actually felt a little bad. Smiling down at her, I said "But there's still plenty more that we're going to do tonight."

She looked up at me expectantly. "What should I do now, Miss Alexis?"

"Now," I said, standing up. "On your feet. Come on, get up!" Awkward with her hands cuffed behind her back, she struggled to pick herself up, but made it eventually. "Good. Now follow me."

I led the way to my bedroom, Jenny trailing behind me. She hesitated at the door while I sat on the edge of the bed. I crooked a finger at her and she slowly walked over to me. As soon as she got close enough, I grabbed her and threw her over my knee. With her in position, I reached over and into the drawer of the nightstand and took out a pair of scissors. Snipping away at the fishnet stockings, opened them up in the back so that I could get at her underwear.

"Miss Alexis? What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hold still. We don't want anything to happen to this sweet little ass of yours, do we?" I spanked her to drive the point home and the feel of it under my hand was amazing. She yelped at the pain and I gave the bun that I'd spanked a squeeze and continued cutting.

I made a hole in the fishnets and snipped off her underwear, leaving her cute, tight ass exposed before me. I ran my hand over the amazingly soft skin of those firm, toned buns.

"You are a very naughty girl," I told Jenny.

"Miss Alexis?"

"Oh, you show up to class, I'll give you that, but you only turn in half of your assignments," I spanked her with a ringing SLAP!

"You turn in two out of three essays." Another SLAP! on the other side of her ass.

"And I think my comments on those should tell you what I thought of them." A third SLAP!

"So here you are, whoring yourself for a grade." A fourth SLAP! and her softly tanned skin was beginning to turn rosy; I do know how to give a really good spanking.

"What I want to know," I said, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and pulling her head back, "is why, after showing so little interest in class, you're so desperate to get a better grade."

She was silent, so I spanked her again, hard. She shrieked at that, but still didn't answer me. "Tell me why you want this grade or I'll keep spanking you."

That got her attention. "P-p-please Miss Alexis, please don't. It hurts, Miss Alexis."

"Then tell me."

She didn't answer. I raised my hand up to spank her again, and she suddenly shouted "My parents! It's my parents, Miss Alexis! They said they'd cut me off if I got bad grades!"

I lowered my hand and caressed her sore buttocks soothingly. "There, there. Was that really so hard?" I let her relax for a few moments before offering up a suggestion. "If you want to get good grades, I can help."

"Miss Alexis?"

"I can be your personal tutor and make sure that you do all the proper studying and that you don't slack off."

"You would do that, Miss Alexis?"

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear "I think you know my price."

She took a shuddering breath and said "Yes, Miss Alexis. Thank you, Miss Alexis, thank you so much."

"Good. Now get on the bed." While she was climbing up, I reached into the lower drawer of my nightstand and pulled out the strapon harness and, after a moment's consideration, a simple six-inch attachment. I put these on and made sure it fit snugly.

Turning my attention back to Jenny, I pushed her forward so she was face down and ass up. Getting behind her, I said "Pay close attention now. This is how you eat pussy."

Her cute little ass in front of me, I licked her pussy good. I ran my tongue along her folds, teasing her hole while avoiding her clit. Then, I started tongue fucking her, pushing in as far as I could reach and tasting her from the inside. She moaned loudly, shrieking a few times when I really got into it. When I began paying attention to her clit, she nearly screamed in pleasure. I alternated between tongue fucking her and flicking her clit, with an occasional nibble thrown in as well. She came with a prolonged moan and I lapped up her sweet nectar.

As she lay in a heap, panting in the afterglow, I climbed up behind her and guided the strapon to her wet slit. She whimpered and squirmed at the sudden pressure when I pushed just the head of the dildo into her. "Stay still, whore," I commanded, and she stopped moving. I teased her a little with the tip, and then shoved into her all the way to the hilt with one hard thrust, making her squeal.

I pulled out nearly all the way and pushed back in slowly, enjoying the feel of my clit grinding against the base of the dildo. Picking up the pace, I humped her faster and faster, building a rhythm. Jenny moaned and whimpered beneath me as I fucked her roughly. I could hear her whispering "Yes...yes, please, yes...oh God yes..."

This was what I loved, this was what I'd been craving for so long: owning this girl and taking my pleasure as I truly wanted to while she panted out her own lust. My orgasm was rising quickly, its heat pumping through me as I fucked and fucked and fucked my little sub-slut. Jenny came with a loud moan, which set me off on a wave of dizzying pleasure. I thrust hard into her and ground the last surges of stimulation from my throbbing clit.

When I recovered, I pulled out of Jenny's well-used pussy and gave her ass a squeeze. "Not bad, whore," I said. "I think I'll give you a 'C' for your cunt."

"But Miss Alexis," she protested, voice still weak after her own climax "please, I need a better grade than that."

I went to the lower drawer of my nightstand again and pulled out the next toy I wanted to use. With the experience of lots of practice, I switched out the strapon attachments in just a moment and turned back to her.

"Whore, if you're cunt gets you a 'C' then what do you think will get you an 'A?'"

I walked around so that she could get a good look at the new attachment. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the nine hard inches of black cock I was now wearing.

"A-anal?" she said.

"Very good, whore. Now get ready."



I'll Do Anything, Sir



"Miss Jones, I need you in my office, now," Mr. Proctor's voice barked through the intercom. His voice crackled.

Michelle pushed a button on her phone and replied, "yes, sir." He ended the call, the light on her phone flickering off. Michelle sat back in her seat, the scratchy fabric of the computer chair rubbing against her neck, making the skin between her blouse and the bottom of her bun itch. She stretched her legs under her desk, pointed her toes in her black stiletto heels and then relaxed. 

She wondered what Derek had been so testy about lately. Attorney Derek Proctor was one of the best bosses she had ever worked for during her years as a secretary. He was wonderful at his job, smart and successful with a sharp tongue and a quick wit. He was also a kind and generous employer. Their small office, twelve people I all, respected the man. But for some reason these last few weeks, Derek had been unusually testy with Michelle, quick to anger whenever she asked a question or made a small mistake.

Michelle stood, teetering on her heels as she shimmied out from behind her cramped desk, piled high with red wells and letters. She smoothed her tight black skirt, adjusted the sleeves on her cream colored blouse and walked down the hallway to Derek's office. 

She slipped in between the small crack he had left open. Papers were littered all over the room—it was a miracle the man could find anything in his office. "Close the door behind you," Derek's deep voice ordered. The back of his chair was facing her. It was a heavy, ornate red leather chair lined with bronze studs. Michelle could see the thick head of wavy brown hair just above the edge of the leather chair.

She obeyed, turning to push the door closed. She heard a click. The soundproof door would be locked from the outside. Emily gulped, her palms beginning to sweat. Mr. Proctor never closed the door unless he was in a very important meeting. 

She shook on her shoes, wondering if this was it, if he was letting her go after the Jackson case screw up.

"Sit down, Michelle," he instructed. As she sat down in a small chair across from his desk, his own chair swiveled around so he was now facing her. His brown eyes glittered under the lights. His crisp gray suit molded perfectly to his well worked out body. His eyes scanned over Michelle, soaking in every delicious curve. Her red hair was in a perfectly tight bun, her clothes tight, professional, but a bit to immodest. Derek could see deep cleavage and her hips seemed to spill over the edge of the chair. She crossed her legs, a quick flash of her garter showing before her pulled down the hem of her skirt She wore tall, black stilettos, Christian Louboutins. Michelle was the only secretary he knew that had such a weakness for designer shoes.

"You wanted to see me, sir," Michelle said, leaning back in her chair.

Derek smiled. Oh, if only his little secretary knew... Derek could feel his cock beginning to harden just enough to annoy him. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Jones?" She shook her head, flashed of her tight bun peeking out from side-to-side. "The Jackson case, Michelle. Think about it."

He had her now. She flinched as if he had slapped her. Her face blanched, only small circled of pink blush colored her. Her skin had turned ghostly pale. "Sir, that was just an honest mistake. Really, I hadn't meant to" "You didn't mean to sign the Order to end the case in my name? You didn't mean to send that order to the insurance company so they could file it with the court? Because of your fuck up, Michelle, we now owe our client for a case we can't collect on because you signed my name to the wrong damned paper." Michelle shook like a scared kitten in her chair. A small tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Her knuckles were white as she held onto the chair, too afraid to move and brush away the tear. 

Derek stood, towering over her as he stalked around his desk, stopping in front of her. He moved his hand down, brushing away her tear. She flinched. Derek seemed to fill the room and suck out all of the air. Michelle couldn't catch her breath. Her boss' eyes glittered, she could feel his hot gaze invading her space, making her itch in places she couldn't scratch. "I'm so sorry, sir," she whimpered. 

"I'm sorry too, Michelle. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go for this," his lips flattened in a straight line, his eyes dancing wildly.

"No," Michelle whispered, shaking her head furiously, "No, please Derek, Mr. Proctor, sir, I can't. I need this job. I have to pay my rent. I have nowhere else to go," she murmured.

"Miss Jones," Derek sighed in defeat.

"Please!" she almost yelled. 

Derek sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had her right where he wanted her, but he had to play cool. No smiling. "Look, I have to be in court in ten minutes. I won't be back until late, but stay and we'll talk. I'll see what I can do. Fuck," he muttered, turning back to his desk. "You can leave my office now, Michelle. I'll be back from court around five thirty."

Michelle nodded and left. She kept her head hung low as she strutted back to her desk, trying not to slouch. She should have seen this coming. She wondered if she could come up with a way for her to stay. Maybe he would simply dock her pay, or cut back her hours, or maybe volunteer to file on the weekends. She sighed.

It was two thirty. She had to find some way to keep her mind off her horrible situation for another three hours. She began rummaging through her filing, organizing, typing, re-filing. Time dragged as four thirty came, then one-by-one, the office left for the day.

"You coming, Michelle?" asked Michael, one of the junior associates at the firm. The attractive blonde was dressed in an impeccably crisp blue suit, his smile warm and inviting. Michael had asked Michelle on a date three times. Each time was met with a clichéd "I don't date coworkers," brush off. Maybe after tonight, Michelle wouldn't have that excuse. The thought left her feeling nauseous. 

"No, I have some paperwork to file before I leave." She stood up and smoothed down her tight pencil skirt.

Michael's eyes followed the path her hands made. "Right, well, have a good weekend then," he said. He walked down the hallway and Michelle heard the office door click closed behind him. She was alone, and it was five twenty.

Michelle rummaged through the files, blindly stuffing papers into manila folders, wondering what she was going to do if she was let go. She had worked as a waitress, maybe she could work at a diner until something more promising came along? She had good recommendations from her old bosses. She should be able to keep her head afloat and pay for her rent if she found a roommate.

Michelle was beginning to feel better when the office door opened. Derek turned the corner and walked into his office. He left the door open. Michelle's stomach began to flutter. She inhaled a long, deep breath and began shaking in her heels. She walked.

She tapped on the doorframe, watching as Derek shrugged out of his coat, his back towards her. He was watching the city grow dark as the sun set behind city hall. His tall frame was perfectly outlined by his dapper black suit, cut to show off every sharp edge. "Close the door, Miss Jones."

Michelle entered and shut the door firmly behind her. Michelle shifted her weight from one foot to the other and she waited in silence. Derek finally turned to face her. His smile twitched into a smirk. "How badly do you need this job, Michelle?"

"You know I need this job, sir," she said, still quaking in her shoes.

"And what will you do to keep this job?"

Michelle's mouth dropped. This was beginning to sound like the beginning of a poorly scripted porno. But she knew lying and doing the flirty "I'll do anything for you" crack was not going to get her anywhere. She straightened her back. "I'll work weekends. I'll work overtime. I'll even take a pay cut if necessary, Mr. Proctor." 

Derek stepped away from his desk and closed the gap between him and his secretary. She was trembling, but trying to be proud. Her red lips were pursed, her mascara was smudged from crying earlier, and she couldn't seem to look away from him as he began slowly circling her. He wanted her to beg. "Well, is that so? And how do I know you won't slack off on the weekends? Or while you're alone in the office, working overtime? You're not very convincing, Michelle. One last chance. What will you do to keep your job?"

Michelle took a long, deep breath. So that's what he wanted? He wanted her to be some porn star bimbo who would say she'd do "anything" to keep her job. "Fuck you," she spat and turned.

Derek grabbed her bun and yanked her head back, her whole body following. She stumbled in her shoes, nearly falling. A sharp pain pulled on the back of her head. She yelped as his large hands dug into her shoulders, dragging her away from the door and behind his desk. "You're hurting me. Get off of me you fucking asshole," she swore.

"You want this job? Well you'll have to work for it." Derek lifted the small secretary until her legs were flailing and dropped her gracelessly to the floor, her head smacking into the wall. She was sprawled under him, her legs sticking out under his desk. Her skirt had hiked up and he could see the lacy edge of her black stockings. His cock stiffened more.

He seized the few seconds he had and grabbed her shoulders, hoisting her to her knees. He hurriedly yanked off his tie and looped them around her wrists, tying her hands behind her back. The scratchy carpet felt rough on her knees. His hands felt too big for her to escape. He was everywhere. "No, stop," she begged. She tugged and pulled on the tie, but it only seemed to tighten further.

Derek unzipped his pants, shoving them and his boxers to his knees, his rock hard cock springing free in front of Michelle. Her eyes widened. She scrambled backward and hit the wall. She was cornered between a wall, a desk, and his thick cock. "No, please," she shook her head. He grabbed her bun and pulled, freeing her hair. She cried out in pain. He grabbed her hair and rammed his cock into her warm, wet mouth before she could close it. Michelle gasped for air, gagging on him. "No," she screamed with his cock down her throat.

He felt her teeth graze him. "You even think about it bitch and you won't make it out of here," he promised. Michelle whimpered. He smiled. "Good girl,"

Derek invaded her mouth, his salty pre-cum coating the back of Michelle's throat, making her gag harder. His hands tugged and pulled on her hair, keeping her face still as he humped her lips, the heavy head of his cock stretching her unwilling throat. She tried to breathe, her tongue moving to try and make room.

She began crying, steady stream of tears running down her face. She wanted to leave. She never wanted this to happen. She never thought Derek—respectable, hardworking attorney, Derek Proctor—was capable of raping his secretary. She wanted to run. She wanted someone to come back to the office and discover them.

He slid his cock from her lips and bent down, pulling her up by her shoulders. "No, Derek, please. This isn't you. Please, don't do this to me."

"Oh, this is me," he said. He pushed her until she sat on the edge of his large wooden desk. His hands tugged apart her blouse, buttons scattering around his office. He shoved the shirt down her arms. Her large breasts nearly spilled from her black lace bra, her hard nipples puckering like pebbles under the skimpy fabric.

"You think you can walk around in tight shirts and not let me play with these?" His hand reached out and cupped her firm breasts. Michelle moaned. Derek froze. "So you like that, do you?" he asked. "No," Michelle pleaded, "No, please don't." As his hands explored, Michelle realized how hot and wet the junction between her thighs felt. Her pussy ached and her clit tingled. Was she really enjoying this? What was wrong with her?

Derek stepped back and opened a drawer. He reached in and withdrew a long pair of scissors. Michelle's eyes widened. "Get away from me. What the fuck are you doing with those? No, stop," she screamed as he leaned over and snipped the straps of her bra. He dropped the scissors back in the drawer before leaning towards her. His arms wrapped around her small waist and unclasped her bra, tossing it across the room. Her big breasts sprung free, two large, perky globes tipped with perfect pink nipples.

Derek leaned down and suck on a little nub. Michelle shrieked and jumped, almost falling. "Oh, so you like that, do you slut?" Derek asked, slowly licking the other tit.

"No, please stop, please, sir, stop," Michelle begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Stop? But it feels so good, doesn't it? You're so sensitive," he said

"Stop it!"

"You know my tongue feels so warm against these tits," he said before dipping his head to suck and nibble on one tit, his hand reaching up to cup her other breast and squeeze hard.

"Ah, God," Michelle gasped.

"Now we're getting somewhere. You like this, don't you, you little whore."

"I.. I..." Michelle gasped, her eyes closed and head thrown back, pushing her breasts closer to his hungry mouth. Sparks of pleasure were bursting behind her breasts, sending shivers throughout the rest of her body. She was almost on the edge. She was excited. She was scared. She had never been so turned on in her life. She squirmed on the desk as Derek kept up his assault on her breasts.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his head and lowering his hands. He grabbed her waist and dragged her to her feet. On shaking legs, Michelle stood and said nothing while Derek unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs.

He took the scissors again and snipped the sides of her panties, pulling the useless black lace aside and tossing the scrap of fabric on top of her destroyed bra. He kept the stockings and garter belt on her. They framed her long, slender legs perfectly. He pushed her on the desk, laying her down on her back. Michelle as still in a daze when she screamed, his tongue licking her pussy.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

Derek's tongue slid from the tip of her clit to her entrance, the tip of his tongue poking, trying to slide in her hole. She was so tight. She was wet too, dripping on his face, his beard damp and scratching the skin on her thighs. Her legs hung wide, letting him taste and explore, forcing his tongue between her legs, tasting every inch of her delicious pussy.

He slid his middle finger deep inside her, loosening her before he fucked her. His tongue teased the top of her clit where she screamed loudest. His fingers slid in and out, fucking her while he teased her with his tongue. He knew she wouldn't last much longer. He slid in another finger and Michelle came apart. "Yes, oh fuck yes, Derek. Oh my God!" Michelle moaned, screaming his name as she came on his fingers. As she calmed down, he pulled his fingers out slowly, letting her feel him. "So that's a yes? You want me to fuck you?"

"What. Oh, um no," Michelle shook her head, trying to close her legs. Derek grabbed her knees and ripped her legs open, her wet pussy shining at him, a damp invitation. "No, don't," she said, trying to pull herself higher up the desk. 

Derek held under her legs and pulled her back down, lifting her legs high and stepping between them. "No, don't. That's rape, Stop. Fucking stop!" she yelled as the head of his rock hard cock nudged her tight entrance.

"You said yes. That's not fucking rape you slut. You're so fucking wet and you came so fucking hard. I can't wait to feel you cum on my cock," He slid into Michelle as she screamed and begged him to stop. She squeezed him like a virgin, his cock surrounded by a tight, damp warmth that sent shivers through his balls and spine. His little secretary felt so good.

"Oh yeah, that's it you little whore. Take it. Fuck I've wanted to screw you on this desk for the longest time." His hips pumped like piston into her, his hands holding her hips close to him. He watched her breasts bounce, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her pussy tightened around his cock.

He leaned over her and sucked on one of her perfect tits. He fucked her harder as he sucked. "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes! Just like that! Oh, yes sir, fuck your secretary!" Michelle screamed when she came, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock. 

Derek swore, his own orgasm taking him by force and surprise. His little secretary felt better than he had ever imagined. She squeezed him perfectly, her silky smooth stocking covered legs wrapping around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as he pumped her pussy full of cum. He leaned over her, breathing heavy as he emptied his load deep into her womb. He wondered if she was on the pill. He hoped she wasn't. It was hotter that way.

"So, about that job?" she breathed under him.

"I think we can come to an arrangement. A pay cut might not be necessary, but no reason you can't work with me on Saturdays from now on," he smirked.

She smiled a sexy smile as she squeezed his cock with her pussy. "Of course, sir. I'll do anything to keep my job."