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Blackmailing the Boss

By: laffalot



Chapter 1

At seven o'clock P.M. on Friday night, Margaret Price walked up the front steps and onto the deck at the house of her most recent enemy. She carried her purse and in that was her wallet with a thousand dollars cash in one hundred dollar bills and her checkbook. It was unusual for her to carry this much money on her person but desperate times called for desperate measures. She really wasn't worried about money anyway, after all, Margaret Price was a multi-millionaire and the majority owner of a very successful cosmetics company. What she was worried about was the possibility of losing nearly everything.

Right now she had it all, power, wealth, confidence, attitude. She was supermodel sexy and physically fit with an incredible body toned by a personal trainer. She looked ten years younger than the forty two she was. She was a strong woman who never backed down from a challenge, and most people were intimidated by her including men. But Margaret had a dark side and until this week it had been a secret. All her life, she had a severe intolerance for anyone that she deemed to be beneath her. She was a racist person who had several different reasons in her mind to hate everyone except other extremely wealthy or famous people. She couldn't stand overweight people because she thought they were lazy and smelly. She made it clear that homosexuals were disgusting. The only people who knew about her feelings though were her family who held the same beliefs, and a very few of her closest and most trusted friends. Everyone else just thought she was a rich snob, but nobody dared to call her out. 

As she stepped up to the front door of the modest house, she took a deep breath and cleared her head, ready to use her power of intimidation to get what she wanted. She knocked loudly on the door. It was important that she was not perceived to be nervous. The door swung open and Margaret was greeted by a large black woman wearing a thin nightgown. It was not who she was expecting. "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong address." she said.

"Your Margaret Price right?" the black lady asked.

Margaret nodded "I'm looking for Patty Drake."

"Come in, Patty's waiting for you. I'm Hazel" She stepped aside and motioned for the well dressed woman to enter. The door entered into a narrow hallway and as Margaret stepped into the house she had to turn sideways to get by the girth of this strange woman. She was huge, close to three hundred pounds with melon sized breasts. She had the thickest lips and darkest skin that Margaret had ever seen. She smelled a sour smell that was immediately recognized as body odor and she scrunched her nose in disgust and hurried past. She was led into the kitchen and then down a flight of stairs into a finished basement. On the far wall was a couch and sitting on the couch was Patty.

Patty Drake had a much more difficult life than Margaret. She was an only child who's parents were both overweight. Patty took right after her folks, it was in her DNA. She went through school as the heavy kid who got picked on for her size. Worse yet, at eleven years old, her breasts started to develop and by the time she was sixteen, she had two huge mounds on her chest that made people stare even more. Because she had so few friends, and she wasn't into sports, she put all her effort into her studies and graduated at the top of her class. She was given a complete scholarship to a mid-western college. It was in college that she finally came to terms with the fact that she preferred girls over guys. She met Hazel Washington and fell in love. 

Hazel was a beautiful, sexy, heavy woman, who also happened to be black. The two could relate because they were so much alike, but Hazel had long ago decided that she wasn't going to let other peoples attitudes about her get her down. They finished college and decided that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Hazel became a veterinarian and Patty applied for a personal assistant job at a large cosmetics company. The same cosmetics company that Margaret owned a majority of. Patty won the job and found herself working for the woman herself. For the next three weeks, Patty worked her ass off trying to make a good impression, but her boss always seemed to be critical of her. Patty assumed it was because she was new and hoped that once Margaret really got to know her things would be different. What she didn't know, but would soon find out, was that Margaret hated her simply because she was fat. She found out late one afternoon when she went to her bosses office to drop off her next morning schedule and overheard one half of a phone conversation.

Margaret had thought everyone had left and was talking with her brother on the phone. The door to her office was open just slightly and as Patty walked up she heard "Yeah, so I ended up hiring the fat one named Patty. She's pretty disgusting and I'm just looking for a good reason to fire her now." Patty was shocked but quickly regained her composure and in a moment of brilliant clarity, she grabbed her cell phone and set it on video. She managed to record the rest of the conversation on her phone and it turned out to be priceless.

Margaret was describing other people who had applied for the job that didn't get it and her choice of words made it clear that she was a very intolerant woman. "My other choices, the ones that were qualified for the job, were worse than the fat bitch." She said. "Three were black and I won't have a nigger working that close to me." Patty had to bite her lip to keep from gasping at Margaret's choice of words, but it kept going. "One guy walked in and was a fucking hunk, until he started talking and I realized he was a major faggot, and there's no way I'm letting a homosexual be my assistant. I almost hired this one woman but she was so fucking old and wrinkled that I just kept imagining her fucking dentures popping out of her mouth. The rest were all either fat or just pathetic or both." 

Patty had heard enough and she tiptoed out of there as fast as she could with every intention of leaving and never coming back. At her house later on she played the video to Hazel and it was then that they came up with a plan of action. They made copies of the tape that night and the next morning, she dropped an envelope on her bosses desk with the words  printed on it. When Margaret watched the video later on she knew what kind of trouble it could cause if it became public. She knew that she had to get all copies no matter what the cost. If the media got a hold of it there would be so much outrage that she would surely loose the company. Even though she was a majority owner, any public scandal would cause the stockholders to force her out. She would lose everything and she wasn't about to allow that to happen.

Patty smiled warmly at Margaret and the look was returned with a scowl. "Margaret, I see you found the house all right. Your right on time, prompt as usual. Please, come in a sit down. You've met Hazel I see."

Margaret moved around to the other side of the couch and sat in the overstuffed armchair. She watched with a disgusted look as Hazel walked toward the couch. "Can we do this in private please?" Margaret knew that the best way to get what she wanted was to talk to Patty alone. She knew how to use intimidation to push around people who were less intelligent than she was and it would work better if she had no moral support.

"You don't have to worry about Hazel, her and I share everything. Don't we beautiful?" Patty replied. 

Margaret watched in disbelief as the fat black woman leaned over to Patty and they kissed. It was a very sensual kiss with both women using tongues and someone was moaning. Even though she turned away, she could still hear the sucking, slurping noises as they made out. She had been unaware that Patty was a lesbian. When the kiss ended, Hazel sat down beside Patty and the couch groaned from the combined weight of the two heavy women. It was an uncomfortable position for the wealthy business woman and that's just what the plan had been. 

Taking a deep breath to clear her mind, Margaret cleared her throat and began. "Let's get to the reason I'm here, shall we. I've come here tonight prepared to make you a very generous offer. Trust me when I tell you that there will not be another offer. This is a one time only take it or leave it deal. Because you secretly taped a private conversation between myself and my brother, which is illegal I might add, I could go to the police and have you put in jail. I could also sue you for every penny. My team of lawyers would tear you apart and leave you with nothing. However, I'm prepared to pay you a one time only payment of ten thousand dollars. For that amount, you will give me every copy of the recording and we will never mention this little meeting took place."

She reached into her designer purse and pulled out her wallet. She hoped that this would work, that the lure of easy money would sway her nemesis into agreeing with her terms. She also knew that in reality, she was willing to pay much more than what she offered. She had agonized for long hours before she came tonight, over how much to offer. She thought about one hundred thousand dollars and then thought that if she offered that amount it would look like she was desperate to get it back (which she was) and Patty might say it wasn't enough, or worse, take the money but give her nothing in return, in which case she would be no better off. She decided to offer less money and make it sound like she would press charges if she didn't get what she wanted. To some people, the threat of jail and courts was enough to scare them and she prayed it would work now. 

Patty was not about to be fooled by her boss. How dare she demand anything she thought. She looked at Hazel and said "Wow, ten thousand dollars is a lot of money. What do you think sweetheart?"

Hazel shrugged her shoulders "It is a lot of money honey, but I really liked our first idea better."

Margaret looked confused "What are you talking about?" she asked angrily.

"Well" Patty smiled "We thought that you needed to be taught a lesson in humility. Money means nothing to you, and ten thousand dollars is like pocket change. We think you will learn more another way."

"And what way is that?

The girls giggled, they could tell that the rich, powerful woman was getting flustered, but she was about to get way more flustered. "You just can't imagine what it's like to be stared at, and laughed at, and made fun of because of the way you look. We both grew up heavy and we both put up with constant teasing and cruelty from intolerant people like you. We always wanted to show those people what it was like to be degraded. So here's the plan, if you want to get the original recording, all you have to do is stay here tonight and be our slave."

Chapter 2

Margaret felt her heart sink and the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "No fucking way am I going to be your slave, now or ever. You've got a lot of nerve bitch. You better be ready for a fight because my lawyers are going to eat you up and shit you out."

She was on her feet and headed to the stairs fully intending to leave.

"Better check the newspapers and the six o'clock news tomorrow because it's gonna be all you."

Margaret rushed up the stairs while behind her she heard. "If you leave this house your gonna wish you hadn't woman." she made it to the top of the stairs and quickly made for the front door. She needed air and as soon as she stepped out onto the deck she stopped and took several deep breaths. They wanted her to be their slave. She wondered what that would consist of. Did they want her to clean their house all night maybe? Get on her knees and clean the toilet? When she thought about it she realized that even though she was against it, she couldn't leave. She had no reason to believe that they wouldn't make good on their promise to go to the press. Taking one last deep breath, she turned and headed back into the house. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.

As she headed back down the stairs she looked over to the couch and was shocked to see that the two women were making out and both women were partially undressed. Hazel's thin nightgown was open and one arm was pulled out of the sleeve. Patty's top had been removed and one enormous tit was hanging out of her bra. They were so into each other that they didn't seem to realize Margaret was standing at the foot of the stairs. It was humiliating and uncomfortable but she cleared her throat loudly to get their attention. She expected them to jump and quickly try to cover their exposed breasts, but instead they just looked at her, in all their glory.

"Did you forget something?" Patty asked.

"I'll do what you want." 

"It's too late. You left the house. It's all over, go home."

"No. I need another chance, I'll do what you want."

"You'll be our slave and do whatever we tell you to do no matter how degrading?"

Margaret nodded. 

"Okay, so take off your clothes"

"WHAT" Margaret was suddenly very worried.

"Don't make us wait bitch, do it or fucking leave."

Margaret hadn't expected this. She wasn't the strong confident woman anymore, she was scared. She started to slowly strip. As she peeled off each item, she neatly folded it and placed it on a pile on the chair. She took off everything except her bra and panties. All the while the two women on the couch ogled her. They made snide comments to each other that Margaret couldn't hear. They whistled as she stood in her undergarments. "Keep going woman, take it all off. We wanna see all that white booty you hiding." Hazel was having a blast. She knew what this racist bitch thought of her and couldn't wait to put her in her place. 

Slowly, she peeled off the last two items and tossed them onto the pile. She covered her breasts with her right arm and her bush with her left hand. The two women on the couch slid apart. "Come sit." Patty motioned her. It was the most difficult ten steps in her life. Her legs didn't want to work right and she wobbled over. She was shaking so hard when she sat down, and it was worse because they didn't give her quite enough room to sit so she was squished in between them, wedged between two mountains of soft, warm flesh. Soon both large women were running their chubby hands over her body, but it wasn't in a sensual way, more like they were inspecting her to see if she was worthy. Margaret hated being this close to a black person and it was worse because she smelled bad. 

After a few minutes of the degrading pawing, Hazel stood up and dropped her nightgown to the floor, revealing her naked body. Margaret averted her eyes, not wanting to see, but Hazel reached down and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look her in the face. The scared woman hated crying, hadn't cried in several years in fact, she felt it was a sign of weakness. Now, as she shivered in fear and humiliation, the tears flowed freely down her cheeks, making her mascara run.

"Ohhh, rich white bitch is all worked up and crying now. Ain't that a shame. You want mama Hazel to make it all better?"

"Please, don't do this. I'll pay more money, I'll buy you whatever you want, I'll..."

She couldn't continue because Hazel leaned forward and smothered her in her mounds of tit flesh. Each breast was as large as her head. Margaret twisted this way and that trying desperately to get away, but she couldn't move far because the large black woman was using her weight to hold her down. Patty used this opportunity to get up and strip the rest of her clothes off. She was aware that her lover smelled bad, because Hazel had intentionally not showered in two days, knowing that she wanted to make the racist bitch as uncomfortable as possible.

Margaret thrashed from side to side, the tit flesh seemingly swallowing her face. She instinctively held her breath but after about twenty seconds she had to inhale. The smell was of stale sweat and she struggled even harder to break free. Hazel pushed her massive bosoms together, squeezing and squishing them around the head that was unwillingly trapped in between them. 

"You like mama's big tits don't ya?" Hazel laughed, but Margaret couldn't hear her because her ears were blocked by the tits squishing her head.

After what seemed like many minutes but was only about one minute, Hazel leaned back and stood up. Margaret covered her face with her hands and sobbed. This was not going at all the way she expected and she didn't know how to get out of it. Patty wrapped her arms around her and leaned her over as if she was comforting her. "Now, now, it's time to stop this bullshit crying and take your punishment. It won't be that bad."

In the mean time, Hazel had sat in the armchair and spread her legs over the arms so she was wide open. Patty pulled Margaret down to the floor and lead her over so she was kneeling in front of the chair. With her hands still in front of her face she didn't see the heavy black woman with her cunt spread and ready until she was inches away and her employee pulled her hands down. She gasped and pulled back, but she was blocked by the massive body behind her. Suddenly, Patty grabbed a hand full of her hair and started pushing her face toward the pink folds and kinky hair of the moist pussy. Margaret put her hands on the chair arms and pushed back with all her might. The air was thick with the terrible stench of unwashed pussy and ass, so strong that all three women could smell it. 

"Come on bitch wash out that stinky pussy with your tongue." Patty urged and pushed harder. Hazel reached out and grabbed the hair on top of her head and pulled. Margaret was overmatched and could feel herself being pulled closer. 

"NO PLEASE STOP...DON"T" she pleaded and then she clamped her mouth shut as she was pulled into the wet, odiferous maw. "MMMMMMMPHHHHHHH" she moaned wildly. 

"Come on lick it, lick it now slave." Patty ordered. She reared her open hand back and swung, landing a stinging blow on her bosses ass, eliciting another load moan, but Margaret would not open her mouth. Both large women were forcing the mortified woman to rub her face all over, up and down, the rapidly moistening pussy. Again Patty swung her hand and loudly slapped the other ass cheek. She started swinging wildly, slapping quickly, first one cheek then the other. She knew it had to hurt her ass because her hand was stinging with each slap. Margaret kept moaning with each slap but still refused to open her mouth. "You better start licking bitch." SLAP "Open that mouth" SLAP "Stick that tongue in her cunt" SLAP.

Hazel slid her chunky legs off the arms of the chair and clamped them around Margaret's head. This allowed both women to let go of her hair and Patty had both hands free to slap the now cherry red ass.

Margaret was now even more freaked out with her head suddenly closed in a huge vice. She couldn't breathe, and the pressure on her head was immense. Her eyes were wild with fear and her hands started slapping the thick black thighs, trying to get her to loosen up. Instead, Hazel just smiled and said "You want some air, you need to lick. You get no air until you start licking." Trying to shake her head no was impossible and she only managed a little wiggle, but the intent was noticed. SLAP another hard spank on her rosy red ass caused her blink and the pain was visible in her frightened eyes. There was also pain in her head from the pressure being applied by the enormous thighs squeezing her head, and she was getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

She was going to pass out, her eyesight was starting to get blurry and she could feel herself going limp, and then the vice loosened and she was able to breathe. The air rushed into her lungs in great breaths and she heard Hazel say "You like the taste of my cunt don't you white bitch?" and that was when she realized the taste in her mouth. She had been so close to passing out that she didn't even realize that she had opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into the smothering vagina. Her body had done what it needed, without her knowledge or consent, to survive. And then, before the horror of what she had just done completely sank in, she was pulled back into the now sopping wet pussy. 


Blackmailing the Boss



"Get that tongue back in that pussy or I'll smother you again." She didn't want to but she was terrified on being smothered again. The fear was greater than her revulsion and she closed her eyes tightly and stuck out her tongue. It took several seconds before she realized that she was holding her breath and she quickly exhaled and inhaled. The smell was terrible and intensified the bad taste in her mouth. She wanted to pull away and go vomit but she couldn't move. She had never felt so degraded and embarrassed and scared in her life. It was humiliation at it's worst. Her tongue was out but not moving, she just couldn't wrap her brain around what she was being forced to do. It went against everything she believed. Another woman, a black woman, a fat woman, a lesbian, it was all rattling around in her head causing her fits, making her crazy. How could she ever get over this she wondered. Would she ever be the same again? It didn't seem likely. These thoughts were going through her mind, but Hazel was thinking something else.

"Bitch get that fuckin' tongue working or else. Don't you know how to lick a pussy? Ain't you ever had a tongue in your own white bush before? Lick it woman." she grabbed a handful of hair again and started to close her legs. That was enough for Margaret. She went to work with a feverish pace. Licking all over the hot folds of flesh. "That's better, you make sure you do a good job licking me. I need me a good climax." 

As she licked, the pussy started to open like a flower and the lips swelled with blood. Patty had knelt beside her boss and was watching every lick with growing excitement. She didn't think that she would get so turned on doing this, but the excitement of forcing someone to do something that they reviled so much was intense. Her own pussy had been lubricating for several minutes now and she was lazily fingering herself. This slave thing could get addicting she realized.

Margaret was in such a hurry to get her face out of this crotch that she attacked it with her tongue. What she lacked in experience and technique, she made up for with enthusiasm. Hazel's clitoris had extended to it's full length of a half inch and she went after it like it was a miniature cock, wrapping her lips around it and sliding up and down. All the while sucking deeply. The effect was incredible. Although she wanted to hold off as long as she could, Hazel could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. It was a combination of several things that got her so worked up. Forcing this sexy, rich, aloof, homophobic, racist, intolerant woman to do things that would make most people blush. Forcing her to eat the pussy of a fat, black, lesbian who hadn't showered in a few days. The fact that this woman, who didn't want to be here doing this, was feverishly working to make her come. It was exciting, it was edgy, it was sexy as hell, and it was going to make her cum. 

She was starting to tense up as she neared the peak. Her breath came in rapid shallow bursts. Her mouth opened in the shape of an O. Her eyes closed tightly. She stopped breathing as she reached the point of no return and balanced for a moment at the edge, her body completely stiff and then........ 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Margaret was once again held in place and felt the giant pussy go into incredible spasms as the orgasmic waves flowed through the body of the quivering black lesbian. Spurts of hot liquid erupted from the shaking cunt, splashing into her mouth and running down her chin and onto her chest. She pulled back and was suddenly released as the sensations grew too intense on Hazel's clitoris. Being unbalanced, she toppled onto her back, and before she could rise, Patty put her chunky foot on her chest and held her down. 

"You just stay right there until I tell you otherwise." 

Chapter 3

Margaret lay sobbing on the floor with a heavy foot planted on her chest just above her boobs. She could feel grit from the bottom of Patty's foot grinding on her skin. Meanwhile, Hazel was coming down from an intense orgasm and realized she needed to take a piss. "Oh God that was fantastic. Patty, you tell her to do the same to you. She's not experienced like you, but she sucks like a Hoover. I've got to go take a piss, I'll be back."

As Hazel got unsteadily to her feet on legs that were suddenly very wobbly, Patty had an idea. She leaned close and whispered to her lover and the two women giggled evilly. 

"I don't know about that." Hazel said. "That's kinda nasty." she giggled again, then said "What the hell, bitch deserves it."

Margaret was still so busy feeling sorry for herself that she didn't even pick up on their conversation. She was still thinking about where her face had just been and about the foot that was presently resting on her chest. She had turned her face to the side and was trying to spit out the pussy taste in her mouth when Patty looked down and saw her. 

"What do you think your doing you cunt?" she yelled and crammed her toes into her mouth. "You don't fucking spit anything out." She could feel teeth scratching her feet and pushed harder, driving all five toes deeply into her bosses mouth. "Don't you fuckin' bite me bitch or I'll knock your fucking teeth down your throat."

Margaret gagged on the sweaty foot and grabbed the ankle to pull it out, but lying on the floor on her back she was not able to pull away and Patty had all the leverage. 

"Your not gonna spit anything else out are you?" 

Margaret shook her head no. She just wanted this dirty foot out of her mouth.

Hazel stepped around Patty so she was standing by Margaret's head, then she got down on her knees. She looked up at her lover and smiled, then as Patty pulled her foot out of the sniveling woman's mouth, she quickly moved forward so pussy was over Margaret's face.

Poor Margaret didn't have time to react. She was so caught up in having a foot jammed nearly into her throat that she didn't realize what Hazel was doing until it was too late. Suddenly she was staring up into the nasty crotch of the woman she just finished eating out. And then, somebody grabbed her crotch, hard. "OWWW" she yelled reaching for the hand that suddenly had invaded her. She tried to close her legs together but Patty had put her leg in between so she was unable. Fingers were pushing, trying to force their way into her. She grabbed the wrist of the offending hand and her hand was slapped away. She felt the fingers enter her rather violently and start to stroke in and out roughly. It hurt and she yelled "STOP IT" and at that moment the pussy hovering over her face let loose it's steaming torrent of piss. The blast hit her square in the mouth and in an instant her mouth was full of the foul liquid. She forgot all about the fingers invading her and was suddenly struggling and gagging on the fluid. And then she swallowed. She didn't mean to swallow, it was involuntary, swallow or choke. The liquid seemed to burn all the way to her stomach and she coughed and sputtered and turned her head side to side as the heated spray pummeled her face. Her mind was screaming 'I'm getting pissed on' and she felt like she was going crazy. The stream of piss slowed and suddenly Hazel lowered herself down so she was sitting on her face. She didn't put all her weight down, that would have been too much, especially on the floor, but she put enough weight so Margaret couldn't breathe.

Underneath the large, soft globes of Hazel's ass, Margaret thought she was losing her mind. She wanted to throw up after swallowing a mouth full of nasty piss, but now she was trapped under this sweaty black butt and she couldn't breathe. The hand in her pussy continued shoving in and out although it didn't hurt anymore, in fact, it felt good in a way. She wasn't exactly enjoying the feeling in her vagina, and her immediate concern was the lack of air which was quickly becoming urgent, but once again her body was responding seemingly without her permission. She needed air now, her hands became claw like and started grasping and attacking everything, her feet started drumming and her whole body thrashed, she was certain she was going to die. She started to cum as she faded into unconsciousness. 

Chapter 4

Margaret was at a family get together, something that she didn't participate in anymore, she was much too busy. Everyone was there, her parents, her brother Eric and his wife Stephanie and their two kids, and several cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews. They were at the table eating a feast, everyone piling food onto their plates, and the small talk and gossip filled the room. Somebody said "Here comes Patty and her new friend." Margaret looked up and saw two people walk into the room. Her new personal assistant Patty and Patty's lesbian lover Hazel. And they were naked. Everyone in the room greeted them like they were family and no one seemed to care that they were naked, in fact as Margaret looked around, she realized everyone was naked including her, and when she tried to stand up she realized that she couldn't move because she was tied down and she wasn't at the table anymore, she was on the table, and everyone was standing around her, and looking at her and all of a sudden, everyone started peeing on her, men and women alike, and it was going in her face and all over her, and she tried to get away but couldn't, and somebody started slapping her face and shouting "Margaret wake up... Margaret wake up" and...

Slap "Margaret wake up" she opened eyes that wouldn't focus and blinked several times trying to clear her vision and wake up. She was having such a strange dream and now someone was shouting at her. Her head hurt. Was it a hangover or was she sick? Her eyes came into focus and she was looking into the eyes of a large, naked black woman and suddenly it all came back to her. She tried to lunge up and flee these crazy bitches but she couldn't move, and she realized that she was strapped down to a bed. She must have been unconscious for several minutes because they had put her on a bed and used long straps to bind her. Her legs were spread wide open, tied to the bedposts. There was straps around her waist, her chest and they even strapped her forehead so she couldn't pick her head up. There was also something large in her mouth that she couldn't spit out and a big pink dildo was sticking up from that. She was terrified and started thrashing around, hoping to get free, but she couldn't. She wanted to yell and scream but she could only grunt and moan. She looked up into Hazel's eyes, pleading with her eyes, she wanted to go home. There was no mercy in those eyes. The fear of losing everything was gone, replaced with fear for her life. They had almost killed her once, what was to stop them now. 

"I was starting to think she wasn't going to wake up." Patty said as she came into Margaret's field of vision. "That would be hard to explain" they laughed and kissed each other, grabbing each other all over. Finally they separated and Patty said "I need a good fuck." she climbed on the bed on her knees and waved her rotund ass in the air in front of her lover "Hey, how about a little lubrication babe." Hazel smiled and growled, then she leaned over and stuck her face in Patty's ass, her tongue licking her pussy. Margaret had a perfect view of the debauchery and hoped that they would continue to play with each other so they would leave her alone. After a few minutes of slurping and moaning sounds, Patty crawled around and positioned her wide ass over the top of the dildo attached to the gag on her boss.

Margaret looked up into the wet pink pussy and wrinkled brown ass hole that was just inches over her face. She couldn't turn away, she couldn't do anything but watch as Patty lined up the dildo to her pussy hole and slowly lowered herself down on the pink phallus. It was scary and somehow exciting at the same time. Then she realized that the tip of her nose was lined up perfectly with the lowering puckered hole that she shit from. She was helpless to stop it and at the last moment she sucked in a deep breath of foul smelling air just before her nose was pushed into darkness. For a few seconds she worried that she was going to be smothered again, then the heavy weight lifted up a few inches allowing her another breath, and started an up, down , up , down rhythm. On each down stroke, her nose was pushed into Patty's asshole and the longer it continued, the more her sphincter muscles loosened and the more open her asshole became. This cause Margaret's nose to sink deeper into the dark opening. For a while, the ass bouncing on her face was moving slow enough that she was able to get big breaths of air easily, but after a few minutes, the pace began to quicken as orgasm approached. Soon, the bouncing up and down had gotten so fast that the ass was barely lifting off her face, and she was getting pummeled. Taking breaths was getting more and more difficult. 

Patty was well on her way to a powerful release. She was so into it that she sort of forgot that she was sitting on some ones face. Even though she was a lesbian, she loved having a cock in her, just as long as it wasn't attached to a man. And she loved it rough and hard. She was slamming her self up and down now, her ass cheeks making a slapping sound each time she came down on Margaret's face. Her legs were getting tired but she ignored it, the need for release was more powerful. 

Hazel watched the proceedings from the side of the bed and planned the next humiliation. It was just now turning 8 o'clock, so the night was only beginning. Watching her lover's face as she moved closer to orgasm was so erotic and she couldn't wait for her turn again.

Patty was so close now that nothing short of a nuclear bomb was going to stop her from getting off. She could feel the tightening in the pit of her stomach, her muscles all over tensing. She hadn't touched her clitoris yet, she was waiting for the right moment, and that moment was now. She put her fingers on her sensitive bud and stroked it just three of four times and that was all it took. She had been riding the dildo high so it was rubbing her G-spot and with the stimulation on her clit, she was set to gush. As the pressure built, a feeling that she had to pee caused her to slide herself off the fake cock and then the floodgates opened and she ejaculated. Her girl cum sprayed like piss on Margaret's face and she yelled in complete ecstasy as her whole body shook in wave after wave of pleasure. It was heaven.

It wasn't heaven for Margaret. At first she thought she was getting pissed on again, but soon realized that the liquid, clear and odorless, was female ejaculate. She still didn't like it, but at least the ass was off her face.

Chapter 5

"How was it honey?" Hazel asked, as Patty stepped off the bed on shaky legs.

"It was terrific, but I don't think that she liked it too much."

"Oh well, she's not supposed to enjoy it anyway."

"So now what. What do you have planned next?"

"Well we still have almost an hour before the girls show up so I plan on getting my ass eaten."

Margaret's eyes widened at that and she started trying to yell, but with the dildo gag still in her mouth, she was incoherent. They couldn't be serious, she thought. More girls were coming. This was just getting worse and worse.

The two sadistic women continued their conversation as if she wasn't even there. "Did you remind the girls to bring their gear?" Patty asked.

"Oh yeah, Crystal can't wait, don't be surprised if they show up early."

"That's alright, we've got all night, she ain't going anywhere." 

This was all too much for poor Margaret to handle. She wanted out, and she wanted out now. She didn't care anymore about the recording. She didn't care about losing the company. She just wanted out. 

Hazel looked down at her and smiled. "So, are you having fun yet? I bet you are really sorry for all those bad things that you said on the phone aren't you." Margaret nodded as much as the strap holding her head would allow. "It doesn't matter. Tonight, your our plaything for as long as we want. Your gonna do what we tell you to do and I want you to stick your tongue up my asshole. Are you gonna do it?" Shaking her head was almost impossible, but she managed. "Oh, you say no now, but when I get through with you, you'll be begging me to allow you to stick your tongue in my ass."

Margaret kept shaking her head no and this time she wasn't crying. She was still scared, but she had suddenly developed a resolve. She was angry at what these psychotic bitches had put her through and she decided that no matter what, even if they smothered her unconscious again, she wasn't going to do anything else. They could tie her down and rape her. They could beat her to within an inch of her life, but she wasn't going to cooperate. 

"It's gonna be so fucking fun to break you bitch." Hazel said when she saw the look of defiance in Margaret's eyes.

She had an idea alright, and she knew that their captive wouldn't be able to handle it.

She moved down by the strapped bare foot and lightly ran her finger tip up the soft underside and was delighted when the foot jerked. She was ticklish and by the way she jumped, it was clear that she was very ticklish. Patty saw what Hazel did and immediately understood. Being extremely ticklish herself, she knew that being tickled was torturous. 

"What's a matter," Hazel grinned her evil grin again "are you ticklish?" 

This was not good and Margaret knew it. If there was one thing that she absolutely hated, it was being tickled. When she was a child, her brother used to hold her down and tickle her. She would often end up crying hysterically to her parents and her brother never got in trouble because, as they would point out, "It's just tickling, he's not hurting you.", but to her it was pure agony. She was a strong woman, but being tickled was a major weakness.

Being strapped down the way she was, she couldn't see what the two ruthless women were doing when they were down by her feet. That just made things much worse. She felt someone touching her left foot and she twisted her foot back and forth as much as the bindings would allow. So far she was holding it in and willing herself to keep control. With the dildo gag still in her mouth, she couldn't talk, and she couldn't laugh. It also made it difficult to breath because she had only her nose open. Then someone attacked her right foot and she lost control. Her face contorted in a grimace and her body started twisting. The attack only lasted a few moments, but it was enough to get the point across. Just that short amount of tickling had her breathing heavily through her nose.

"We need to take this off." Hazel said as she unhooked the gag. Margaret flexed her mouth as the gag came out. "So boss lady, are you gonna give me a rim job or what?"

"Please stop this now, I don't want to do this anymore. I can make you both very rich. Just please let me go."

"I guess that's a no. We're gonna tickle you now. "

"No please don't" 

Patty started on her left foot and Hazel went to work on her exposed and taut belly. At first, Margaret managed to grit her teeth and tighten her muscles and for just a few moments she resisted the urge to laugh, but soon it overwhelmed her and she let out a scream and went into hysterics. This pushed the cruel women on and the onslaught increased. 

"NONONONONOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH"

Her whole body writhed, testing the strength of the bonds. This was worse than when she was a child, at least then she had a fighting chance. Her hands were clenched in fists, her face red, the cords in her neck standing out prominently. It was difficult if not impossible to catch her breath. Tears ran down her still sticky face. It was worse than she could have imagined, and it kept going. She tried to make coherent words, but instead it sounded like gibberish. "S..S..ST..HAAA..ST..H..PP..NNNNHAHAHA" Patty was now working both feet at once and Hazel had one hand tormenting her stomach while her other hand tickled the inside of her thigh. The torment continued for nearly five minutes and Margaret nearly passed out from the exquisite misery. She also very nearly pissed herself. 




Blackmailing the Boss



The two abusers gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then Hazel posed her this question. "So sexy lady, you like getting tickled?" Margaret shook her head violently back and forth her eyes like a wild animal caught in a trap. "Me and Patty can go on tickling you all night long and it will get worse when our friends arrive. Just imagine, four sets of hands tickling all over your body with no mercy."

"No please stop"

"Just tickling and tickling on and on for hours with no let up. You'd go insane. Your mind would snap like a twig. You'd be a drooling idiot by the time we stopped."

"Oh God Please stop this"

"You can stop it Margaret, all you have to do is ask me to let you lick my asshole and we wont tickle you anymore, I promise."

"Please don't make me do that, it's nasty. It smells."

"I guess you want more tickling then." She reached down and dug her fingers into the side of the frightened woman's ribcage and Margaret screamed. "AAAAHHHHHSTOP...I'LL DO IT I'LL DO IT" Hazel continued for another ten seconds while her captive thrashed around and then she stopped. "This is your last chance bitch, tell me what you want."

She took a deep breath and started "May I....lick you."

"Bitch, my patience is wearing thin, tell me what you want or else." she held up her fingers and wiggled them in front of her face for effect.

"May I lick your.....asshole?" she shuddered at what she had just said and what she was going to have to do.

"What do you think Patty? She didn't sound very convincing to me. I get the feeling that she would rather be tickled more."

"NO DAMMIT I said what you told me to say."

"But you didn't say please bitch. Try again."

Margaret had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming every obscenity in the book and a few more that weren't in the book. "May I please lick your ass?"

"You better do a good job."

To make it easier, they unhooked the straps on her head and her chest so she could sit up. Fro a moment, her hands were free, but she didn't try to escape. She knew that any attempt to fight would be met with more force and would likely make things worse. Besides, her waist and feet were still strapped down and in her position, she couldn't reach the ends to let herself loose. Patty crawled behind her and tied her arms behind her back, while Hazel climbed on in front of her and positioned her wide black ass in front of her face. Once again the smell assaulted her and she recoiled, not sure if she could bring herself to do it.

Hazel reached back with her right hand and pulled on her plump ass cheek and Patty, who was still behind Margaret, pushed her forward until her face was implanted in the plush rump.

"I don't feel any tongue." Hazel announced and Patty started tickling Margaret's ribs. That was all it took. She tentatively stuck her tongue out and touched it to a spot about an inch above her asshole. The first taste wasn't too bad because only the tip of her tongue touched anything. 

But Hazel was not impressed "Bitch, that ain't my asshole. You need a fuckin' map or what? I think we need to tickle this bitch some more Patty."

Margaret pulled back for a split second to look again and then she put her tongue on the wrinkled hole and started to lick. She was holding her breath for two reasons. One was the overpowering strong smell, and the other was so her sense of taste would be weaker. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold her breath forever and now Patty had her hand on the back of her head and wouldn't let her back up. When she finally took a breath, she wished that she hadn't, the bitter taste on her tongue made her retch and her stomach lurched. 

"Don't you puke on me bitch or I'll make you lick it up."

Patty slid forward so her belly was up against her bosses back. She put her huge tits on each of Margaret's shoulders so her head was sandwiched between two massive jugs and one wide ass. She then wrapped her pudgy arms all the way around Hazel's waist and held tight. 

Margaret was surrounded by flesh and she realized that the quicker she gave Hazel what she wanted, the quicker she would get out of this mess. She started licking all around the puckered hole, and heard an encouraging moan. She must have been doing something right. After a few minutes of rimming the skin around the asshole, the sphincter muscle was loosening up and allowing the tongue to almost enter, but Margaret wasn't ready for that. Then came the order.

"Stick your tongue in my ass, all the way in."

There was no turning back now, and beside, she was getting used to the terrible smell and taste. Sticking her tongue out straight, she started spearing the ever loosening hole. Her spit lubricated the area enough and with help from Patty pushing her forward, she felt her tongue slide into the depths of Hazel's ass.

"Oh fuck yeah that's so good. Put it all the way in." she grunted with the wonderful feeling and reached down between her legs to work her pussy.

Margaret tried to block out what she was doing, she tried to send her mind to a better place while her body was being used and abused by these deranged psychopaths. It was way too much to handle and she couldn't see things improving anytime soon. She prayed that the other women that were supposed to come at nine didn't show up. Maybe if they didn't come, she would be released early, when they got tired. It was a long shot but it was her only hope. She had managed to get over an inch of her tongue inside Hazel's ass and was working it in and out. The whole time she was thinking 'just get this over with'.

Hazel was well on her way to another hard cum and started bouncing her ass back and forth. She laid her face down on the bed between Margaret's spread legs and reached back with both hands to spread both ass cheeks wide. Her own chin was up against the bush of the bound woman, and she decided to take a lick. Tilting her head forward so she was balancing on her forehead, she stuck her own tongue in Margaret's cunt. It was an awkward sixty-nine and she wouldn't be able to last long but it definitely ratcheted up the passion. It wouldn't be long now.

Margaret was surprised when she felt a tongue licking her pussy. She hadn't realized that she herself, even though she hated what was happening, was turned on. For some unknown reason her body was responding to all the stimulation and she was very close to an orgasm. The mouth at her pussy latched on and the tongue went wild on her clitoris, sending her teetering on the brink. That caused her to drive her own tongue deep into the bowels and turn the tip up and down like a finger that was beckoning someone to come here. With the tongue working inside her and her own hand rubbing her hot cunt, Hazel started to cum. It was so intense that she sucked extra hard on the pussy in her mouth and that set Margaret off at the same time. Both women moaned loudly as they rode incredible orgasms.

As they slowly started to untangle themselves, they were all surprised by the noise of clapping hands. The two friends had shown up during the action and watched the climax unfold. Margaret's night was soon to get much worse. 

Chapter 6

"Hey ladies, I'm so glad you showed up." Patty said as she slid out from behind Margaret. 

""Well we are early, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. Things are heating up nicely here as you just saw. The more the merrier." 

"So who's the meat in your sandwich?" The tall red head woman asked.

Margaret looked away, she was so embarrassed. Hazel was right there and slapped her face hard. "Bitch you turn around and greet our guests like a good slave."

Margaret was surprised by the slap and turned to look at the two women. She noticed right away that they were very young, probably nineteen or twenty, and they were also very sexy. The one in front, a fiery redhead with striking facial features, looked confident while the one behind, a short haired brunette, looked almost as nervous as Margaret herself was. 

The redhead stepped forward and said "I'm Crystal, and this pathetic excuse for a human being behind me is my personal ass cleaner and pussy eater Lana, but I call her Little Dickie, you'll see why in a little while dear. So what's your name?"

Margaret lowered her eyes and said "I'm Margaret." 

"I've seen you before... on TV. Your run that cosmetics company right? Yeah, it is you. Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing in this dive, sticking your tongue in Hazel's stank ass? You're either one kinky bitch or these girls got some major dirt on you." 

"We got some dirt on her all right, but that shit don't matter now, she's our toy for the night." Patty explained.

"Well then, I guess we got two toys for tonight." Crystal reached back and grabbed Lana by the shoulder and yanked her forward roughly. "Why don't you two sluts get to know each other a little better. Strip bitch" She pushed the brunette onto the bed. Hazel untied Margaret completely while the young, pretty brunette striped off her clothes. She was plump, but not too heavy. Most of her excess weight had settled in her breasts and her waist, which gave her an hourglass figure. Her short haircut gave her a boyish look. As she took off her top, Margaret couldn't help but stare at the size of her nipples. Her breasts were fat and meaty, and her nipples were simply enormous. The areola was larger than the size of a silver dollar and the nipples themselves, were like large marbles. It was when she was completely naked though, that Margaret's mind was totally blown. She had what appeared to be a tiny penis sticking out from the top of her pussy. At first, most of it was covered in a fleshy hood, but as Margaret watched in astonishment, the hood slid back to reveal a nearly perfect replica of a mini penis. It was about an inch long and the thickness of her thumb and seemed to be getting longer.

Crystal saw the look on Margaret's face and laughed "Now you know why I call her Little Dickie, because she has a little dick for a clit. That clit of hers is bigger than some guys pricks." she suddenly, without warning slapped her boyish looking slave hard on the ass, leaving a bright red mark and eliciting a yelp from the plump brunette. "It's time we have a little entertainment, I want you two to wrestle each other, say... five rounds. Whoever pins or submits the other three times first is the winner."

"Sounds great" Hazel said "what's the winner get and what happens to the loser?"

"How about this, right now, these two slaves are equal. So let's say that the winner gets to order the loser around. That way, the winner only has us three giving her orders, but the loser also takes orders from the other slave."

"Don't make us do that, I won't fight her." Margaret blurted out and paid dearly for it when Hazel slapped her across the face. While she was getting over the shock of the stinging blow, Crystal shouted "FIGHT" and suddenly, Lana launched herself at Margaret and landed on top of her quickly pinning down her hands and sitting on her chest. "Round one goes to Little Dickie." the fiery redhead clapped and cheered.

Margaret was angry. "It's not fair, I wasn't even ready." she complained as Lana climbed off her and retreated to the other side of the bed on her knees. Nobody listened to her. She got up on her knees also and was barely set and balanced when Crystal once again yelled "FIGHT". this time when Lana lunged forward, Margaret moved to the side just a little, and wrapped her arm around her neck. She tried to get on the younger woman's back, and nearly did, but Lana rolled and her weight pushed them both off the side of the bed. Margaret landed on her back with Lana on top of her and the two women struggled for control. Before the short haired brunette could pin her, Margaret twisted her waist sharply and sent Lana tumbling off. She quickly climbed on top pinned her. It was now tied at one a piece.

Margaret won the next match and lost the fourth, so it all came down to the fifth and final match. Both women were breathing very heavily at this point, so it could have gone either way. When the fight started, it seemed as if Margaret was going to win. Even though she was twenty years older than her foe, she was in great shape and didn't have the extra pounds that Lana had. She managed to get on top and had both of her hands caught. All she needed to do was to pin her hands to the floor and she would win. As she started to push her hands down though, Lana decided to fight dirty and kneed Margaret in the crotch, hard. It hurt, and she reached down with her hand to cover up. It was all that was needed. Suddenly, she found herself slammed down and pinned, she had lost.

The other three ladies were all cheering and Crystal grabbed Lana and kissed her while Margaret lay sobbing on the floor, curled in a ball and holding her sore vagina. 

Chapter7

It took a few minutes to recover from the blow to her pussy and during that time, Patty, Hazel and Crystal left the room saying they would be right back. They told Lana that while they were gone, she was the boss and that if Margaret didn't do what she told her to do, that she should tell them and they would punish her severely when they returned. After they left and closed the door, Margaret tried to reason with the young lady.

"We should try to sneak out, if we work together maybe we can get away."

Lana wasn't listening "You're my bitch now, you'll do what I tell you to do."

"We can't allow this to keep going on. Can't you see we're prisoners here. I've already been raped and worse. They are sadistic and they're going to keep us here all night long."

"Get on your knees and suck my fucking cunt." the look in Lana's eyes was just like the look in the other women's eyes. She was given power over Margaret and she was going to use it. 

Margaret tried one more tactic. "What kind of dirt does Crystal have on you? I'm very rich, maybe I can help you if you help me."

Lana stepped forward menacingly "She has nothing on me. I'm her slave because I choose to be her slave. I love her and will do anything for her. Now get on you're fucking knees or I'll get them to beat you black and blue."

Margaret was incredulous. It was difficult to believe that a grown woman would willingly allow herself to be treated so badly. She didn't want to do it but she had no other choice. She got down on her knees. Lana mover forward and put her right foot up on the bed so that her pussy was wide open. Once again, the rich, abused woman was staring at the largest clitoris she had ever seen. It was really quite fascinating when she looked at it this closely. It actually did resemble a small penis and Margaret suddenly realized that her mouth was watering. It was strange, especially for someone like her, with her beliefs and prejudices, to all of a sudden realize that she wanted something that she always felt was so wrong. But she wanted to suck this woman's clit. She leaned in and stuck out her tongue, touching the tip to the tip of the swelling nub. Lana put her hands on the kneeling woman's head and pulled her in, and Margaret opened her mouth and sucked the mini penis in.

Lana moaned as she felt the soft warmth of Margaret's mouth envelop her most sensitive protuberance. It had been far too long since anyone had gone down on her. Crystal only did it on very special occasions and she almost never allowed her to masturbate. In the mean time, Lana had to pleasure her almost every night and many times other people too. Not that she ever complained about it though, she loved being a slave to a powerful woman like Crystal. Neither of the two women heard the door open behind them and the other three ladies set a tripod with a camcorder up. In moments, all the action was being filmed.

As Lana became more aroused, she pushed Margaret's head back so it was laying on the edge of the bed, and she climbed on so she was sitting on her face. Her dripping pussy was so hot that it felt to Margaret like it was going to scald her. Soon, she was sliding her hot cunt back and forth, riding her face for all she was worth. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that it was almost painful to touch. As she slid back and forth, the clit was being tickled by Margaret's hair on each upstroke. As she slid back down, the bottom of her clit would rub on the top of Margaret's nose. It was incredible, but before she came, she wanted to try one more thing. Climbing off the bed she spun around, bent over, and stuck her ass in her face, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands.

"Lick my asshole now" she ordered and when she didn't immediately fell anything, she drove her ass back, crushing Margaret's face between her ass and the side of the bed. "I said lick my asshole right fucking now." she was close to cumming and she wanted to feel what it felt like to have a tongue licking her anus.

Margaret suddenly found herself with yet another persons ass in her face and reluctantly stuck her tongue out and started licking around the wrinkled hole. Although her ass didn't smell anywhere near as bad as Hazel's had smelled, it didn't smell like a bouquet of roses either. There was a strong smell of stale shit and the thought of putting her mouth there was quite revolting, but she had no choice. She licked around and around, feeling the wrinkles with her tongue.

To Lana, it was incredible. She was used to licking Crystal's asshole, but no one had ever done it to her. Now she knew why her mistress always wanted to be rimmed, it was heaven. She closed her eyes tightly and rubbed her immense clit and that was all it took. Her orgasm took over and she lost her balance, falling backward and once again squishing Margaret's face. She stayed in that position to, with Margaret pinned beneath her clenching ass cheeks as she rode the waves of her orgasm, moaning heavily all the way. It was an incredible scene, all captured on video, and it was only ten o-clock. 

Chapter 8

As the two women untangled, they both became aware of the other three in the room and when Margaret spotted the camcorder filming, she freaked. "NO" she screamed and rushed toward the tripod. She was collared by Hazel, who wrapped her arms around her and lifted her in the air. Patty grabbed her feet as they swung up and the two large women carried the struggling boss back to the bed where they threw her down. She scrambled off the back side of the bed and soon realized that she was surrounded and resistance was futile. Crystal had also stripped naked while out of the room and now Margaret found herself surrounded by four naked women. Out of all of them, Crystal was the thinnest and shortest, at just five feet tall, and weighing in at one hundred ten pounds. She was also the most sadistic. 

"Get her on the bed." she ordered and the next thing she knew she was tossed on the bed again, this time she was held down by Hazel and Patty. Then, Crystal yelled "Let's pig pile her." Margaret didn't even have time to react. She was pushed down and Hazel threw herself, all two hundred eighty five pounds, on top of her in the classic 69 position. As if that wasn't enough weight, Patty jumped on top of Hazel, adding her two hundred forty six pounds. She landed with her face on top of her lovers big, soft ass. Lana had to stand on the bed to climb on top of Patty, in the opposite direction so she was facing her ass also. Her weight was one hundred sixty pounds and then Crystal swung her leg over the top of everyone and sat on her slaves back like she was riding a horse. At the bottom of the pile, completely buried under a literal mountain of flesh, Margaret suddenly found herself unable to take a breath. The combined weight of the four women was so great, that she felt her chest compress and couldn't inhale. She was looking up at the thunderous black thighs, and suddenly realized that she could die right here. She could hear someone shouting "yeehaw, ride em' cowgirl". it sounded so far away. Then the thighs above her opened enough so she could see the top of Patty' face, and somehow she managed to take a breath. It was a small one but it gave her hope and soon she found that she could breathe, albeit shallowly, it was still better than nothing.




Blackmailing the Boss



On top of the pile sat Crystal, straddling Lana's lower back and facing the back of her head. Her left hand was gripping the back of her slaves neck while she used her right hand to slap her chunky bottom. She was so high up that her feet weren't even touching the bed. She was grinding her pussy back and forth and shouting "Giddyup" and "Ride em' cowgirl". She pushed Lana's face deep into Patty's ass and yelled "Lick them assholes ladies, lick em' good." non of them had to be told because each woman who had her face in an ass was already licking.

Patty, who was on top of Hazel, had her tongue buried in her lovers ass. She was turned on by the strong smell of sweat and love juices, and could feel Lana's hot tongue rimming her own asshole. When she opened her eyes and saw Margaret's face looking up at her from under nearly eight hundred pounds of bodies, she started to giggle at the crazed look on her face. Her eyes were so wide they looked as if they were going to pop out of her head, and her face was so red it was starting to look purple. Then she heard her whisper "Too heavy... can't breathe" If her tongue wasn't deep in her girlfriends anus, she would have said 'Sorry I can't hear you. You need to speak up', but she could feel Hazel starting to tighten up and knew that she was close to another orgasm. Also, she felt Lana's tongue start probing deep into her own puckered hole and knew that her own climax was getting closer.

Hazel knew that Margaret had to be struggling to breathe. She herself had the weight of three women on her and although it didn't bother her, she could imagine what it must be like on the bottom. She could feel Margaret's breasts under her lower belly and thought that they must be flat as a pancake by now. Being sandwiched between all this flesh was so erotic and with Patty driving her tongue in her butt, she was on her way to another great cum, but she wanted more.

"Margaret" she yelled "Lick my pussy, I'm so close. Lick my clit." She wondered momentarily if the woman beneath her had passed out or worse when she didn't feel anything for a few moments, but then she felt the familiar feelings of a wet tongue tickling her sensitive clit and it was just enough to get her what she wanted, another climax. Her heavy thighs began closing as the feelings on her clitoris became too sensitive. In her position, she couldn't pull away or stop the tongue, all she could do was close her thighs, but even that wouldn't work because Margaret's head was between them and she still wouldn't stop licking. In fact, now she was sucking the fat clit in her mouth and it was much too intense, nearly painful. "Stop suckin' bitch, it's too much" she yelled, but Margaret's ears were completely sealed shut by her own thighs, and she was still doing the last thing she was ordered to do. Hazel started shaking, making the whole pile quiver. Meanwhile, Patty was close to having an anal orgasm, and when Lana reached around and stuck three fingers into her pussy, she exploded, spraying her girl cum all over the hand that was still inside her. Her juices splashing over the back of Hazel's head. Her climax was strong and she also started shaking while the waves of pleasure washed over her. Crystal felt the pile start to tip, and knew she was going over. She could have hurt herself, but managed to slide over and put her left foot on the bed and jump to the floor. As for Lana, she slid sideways with Patty and they both rolled onto the floor. Hazel was now able to push her self off Margaret and grab her now tender clit.

Chapter 9

Crystal was laughing so hard, she nearly peed all over the floor and had to order Lana over to be her potty. Lana had been trained to drink her mistresses urine, and she assumed the position under her spread legs with her mouth clamped to her pussy to await the golden liquid. Patty watched in fascination as Crystal relaxed her muscles and started pissing. She could clearly see Lana's throat swallowing over and over. When Crystal was done peeing, Lana licked her completely clean.

"I can't believe she does that willingly." Patty said in astonishment. "Do you really think it will work with her too?" she asked, motioning to the bed where Margaret still lay in a state of semi-consciousness.

"Of course it will work." She answered confidently "Lana was extremely homophobic when I met her. She was straight as an arrow and a prim and proper little, church on Sunday, bible thumpin', miss priss. If it worked on her, it will work on that bitch. In fact, I think now is the perfect time to give her the stuff."

The 'stuff' , was a mind altering drug that Crystal had lifted from her fathers medicine cabinet. Mixed with iced tea, it was tasteless and therefore undetectable to whoever drank it. She went to the dresser and picked up the water bottle that she had put the mixture in earlier in the evening, and brought it to the bed. Margaret was nearly out of it. She had been so oxygen deprived, that she was now half awake, not even aware of where she was. Crystal leaned in close and spoke to her. "Margaret, are you alright? You look like you could use a cold drink. Let me help you sit up and I'll give you some ice tea."

Margaret did need a drink and thought this lady was nice to want to help her. The cold liquid was so refreshing and tasty that she drank and drank, nearly half the bottle before taking a breath. Then she drank some more, the rejuvenating drink waking her up more and giving her strength. Everyone was watching her drink. Having drank nearly the entire bottle, she pushed it away and wondered why all of a sudden, her eyes were having difficulty focusing. It was almost as if she were drunk. Crystal saw the look in her eyes and said "Maybe you should lay back down and relax." and helped her lay back on the bed. They gave the drug a few minutes to work its way through her system and then Crystal started. 

"Margaret, I want you to listen closely to my voice. Can you hear me?' She nodded "Good, it's very important that you listen to me, because I'm going to tell you the truth, and deep down inside, you are going to know that it is the truth." She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in, and then continued, "The truth is that you want so badly to be a lesbian ass slave. You want to be one even though it may cause problems for you. It is your life Margaret, and you need to be who you have always wanted to be. You are wealthy and powerful, but you know that you won't be happy unless you submit yourself and become an ass licking, pee drinking, lesbian slave. I want you to say it with me Margaret, say 'I want to be a lesbian ass slave'." the two women repeated the phrase slowly together and then again faster. Soon, Margaret was saying it all by herself, over and over "I want to be a lesbian ass slave, I want to be a lesbian ass slave, I want to be a lesbian ass slave, I want to be a lesbian ass slave". 

Crystal spent the next hour slowly and patiently reinforcing that message into Margaret's drugged brain. During that time, Lana was between her legs leisurely and methodically eating her pussy and ass. At the end of the hour, Margaret's drugged mind was like putty in Crystal's hands and Lana's ministrations on her mistresses nether regions was building up to one of the greatest orgasms that she had ever had the pleasure to experience. During that hour, Patty and Hazel had showered and were now quietly watching the proceedings while slowly masturbating each other. When Crystal finally reached her peak, she nearly passed out from the incredible intensity of her orgasm. As she calmed down she told Margaret to sleep and dream of having her face buried between someone's ass cheeks.

Margaret finally fell asleep in the cum drenched bed.

Chapter 10

Early the next morning, Margaret awoke. She was covered in sticky, crusty, smelly, dried up cum, urine, and sweat. Her mouth tasted like a dog had taken a shit in it. Her hair was a matted rats nest, and her whole body ached. She climbed out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. There was large bath towels and washcloths laid out. After using the toilet, she stepped into the shower and spent the next forty minutes scrubbing every inch of her aching body. When she finished, she stepped out and used a large bath towel to dry herself. Having no clothes, she wrapped the towel around her and left the bathroom. As she walked down the hallway to kitchen, she thought about the atrocities that she withstood last night. At this point, she wanted only one thing, to go home and be left alone. She entered the kitchen and was greeted by Patty and Hazel who were sitting at the table, wearing their robes. They looked up as she walked in and smiled at the way she looked. "Well, look what the cat done dragged in." Hazel commented.

"Can I have my clothes back please? I want to go home now." 

"Of course, we gave you our word that you could leave. Your clothes are over there, along with the recording. You are free to leave."

Margaret nodded and headed over to get her stuff. She picked up her panties and started to put them on when Patty spoke again.

"Before you leave, I'd like my asshole licked again."

Margaret shuddered and looked over to the two ladies. "Tell your lover to do it to you."

Hazel replied "We don't need to do each other anymore, we have a slave now to clean our asses. When we tell you to lick our ass, we expect you to do it."

For a moment, Margaret was confused, she had what she had come for and she could leave any time, they had told her that. The problem was that for some unknown reason, she didn't want to leave. The thought of sticking her tongue into the rear end of anyone, let alone a fat person like Patty, was revolting. So why did she want to do it? She actually was becoming aroused at the thought of having another ass on her face. This wasn't supposed to happen. She remembered how horrible last night had been, how terrified she had been. She remembered wanting to leave even if it meant not getting the recording that she had been determined to get. Even if it meant that she would lose everything. It had been, by far, the worst night of her life, so why did she feel this way now? Why was her pussy suddenly dripping with excitement. 

Hazel and Patty watched Margaret with fascination. They could see the struggle she was going through. They could see how she wanted so bad to get out of here, but she couldn't. Her mind had been reprogrammed by Crystal who had made sure that she would feel conflicting feelings. She would hate what she was doing but she would be helpless to stop herself from doing whatever she was told to do. Also, her body would respond by being so turned on when she was eating pussy and ass while her mind would be screaming that it was wrong and disgusting. 

"I'm waiting" Patty said impatiently. She stood up and dropped her robe on the floor, showing off her naked body, then turned her back to Margaret and bent over the table. 

Margaret gasped, not at the sight of Patty's huge ass, but at her own reaction to seeing the ass. She had been getting turned on before at the thought of doing it, but seeing the large white globes in front of her made her mouth water in anticipation and her pussy start to spasm. Even as she shook her head no, her feet were betraying her mind by walking toward the displayed posterior. It was as if she were in a dream where she couldn't control her body, and soon she was kneeling behind the ample backside of her employee. She placed her hands on the cheeks, feeling another spasm in her own pussy, and spread them as far as she could. Then leaned her head forward and placed her puckered lips on the puckered asshole in front of her. The smell was what you would expect an asshole to smell like, it stunk, but she couldn't take her face away and then she even stuck her tongue out and licked all around. While she was busily licking, she could feel a drop of her own pussy juice running down the inside of her thigh.

Patty squealed with delight at the fact that Crystal's brainwashing worked. Then, to add insult to injury, she farted, loud and long. Both her and Hazel burst out laughing at the thought of what had just happened, but Margaret was in her own personal hell. It stunk real bad, like moldy cheese or rancid milk. The smell filled her mouth with a terrible taste and she wanted so bad to pull away and run away, far away, but her body wouldn't listen to her brain anymore. Her body would only do what she was told to do, what these crazy bitches told her to do, and that was simply terrifying. Her pussy though, was convinced that his was the most erotic thing in the world, and was actually quivering with excitement.

"Get that tongue in deep, I wanna feel it all the way in my tight ass." Patty was loving the new feeling of power. Last night, they had to force the bitch to do everything, but now she would do whatever they wanted her to do. She had more gas threatening to erupt from her bowels, but she held it in until she felt the tongue start to worm it's way in and then she let it go. The force pushed out Margaret's tongue and the hot blast of air went into her mouth. This time she gagged for a moment and actually was able to pull away, as if her brain was taking over her body functions again, but Hazel, who had moved around behind her to watch the show, grabbed her hair and shoved her face back in.

"You better get used to servicing us bitch, cause you gonna be under our ass a whole lot more now that you are our slave." Hazel whispered right into Margaret's ear. "Now you get your tongue back in that hole and make her cum, and when she's done with you, it's my turn."

For the next ninety minutes, Margaret licked and sucked ass and pussy while experiencing one long drawn out orgasm before finally being allowed to go home at long last.

Chapter 11

Nearly two months had passed since Margaret Price had become an ass slave to her personal assistant and her assistants lesbian lover. Patty still worked for Margaret, although she was now paid triple what she started out at. And she had many other perks in her job, not the least of which was that she could get her ass and pussy eaten out anytime she wanted and her boss wouldn't complain. Also, Hazel and her had moved in to Margaret's mansion. There were so many rooms and bathrooms, hot tubs, a swimming pool, a mini cinema, a game room and so much more. Crystal and her slave Lana made many visits and even spent several thousand dollars of Margaret's hard earned money to turn one room into a soundproof sex dungeon, filled with all kinds of torturous devices to use on unwilling slaves. But the latest plan was Hazel's idea, and after running it by Patty and Crystal, they all agreed that it was brilliant. It would be up to Patty to put the plan in motion, and she did the following day at work.

Being her personal assistant made it easy to set aside some free time everyday for her boss so that Patty could humiliate and degrade her if she chose. Today, she would use that time for something else. At ten-thirty A.M., she entered her bosses office and locked the door behind her. Margaret got ready to be humiliated once again, but this time things were different.

"Tell me about your brother Margaret."

"What do you want to know?"

"Is he married? Does he have kids? Where does he live?"

"He is married, no kids and he lives about twenty minutes away. Why do you ask?"

"At exactly one o-clock P.M. today, I want you to call your brother and invite him and his wife to the house this weekend, say it's for a cookout or a party or something, I don't care, just get them to come. We'll take care of the rest."

Margaret realized with dawning horror what Patty was planning and tried to stop it. "Please Mistress, don't get them involved in this. I don't...." Patty raised her plump hand and put a stop to Margaret's whimpering by slapping her hard across the face.

"This is not open for negotiation, you will call your brother and do as I say. Do you understand?"

Margaret nodded. Although she knew that she didn't want do it, she knew that when the time came, she would make the call. She wouldn't be able to stop herself. She would invite Eric and Stephanie over this weekend and unless they had other plans they would accept, because they hadn't gotten together in a while. They would come over and Patty and Hazel would be waiting to greet them with some of Crystal's drug that she lifted from her fathers medicine cabinet. Then, things would really get interesting.

The End



Blackmailing the Boss's Wife



-Part One-

Jill and Dave Teller owned and managed a construction consulting firm of about twenty employees. They were a young couple and had only been married about five years and seemed to enjoy a good relationship. The Tellers were demanding to their employees and ruthless competitors. Despite rough economic times, their company did well, thanks in large part to its contracts with the city.

Mike Goss worked for the Tellers. He was a young man and new to the company. Mike was a hard worker but resented the authoritarian management style at the firm right away. He felt he was often saddled with extra work and didn't appreciate the tone that Jill and Dave took with him. Had the economy been better, Mike would have gladly left and found work elsewhere. However, the pay was good and there were very few jobs available in the city.

One of the things that Mike resented was the strict dress code. He was required to wear a suit and tie daily just to sit at his desk and type up scopes and draw building plans on his computer. As well, Jill handled all the scope and drawings and thus everything he did had to go by the boss. She would review his work and often send it back to him for improvement. Jill never addressed him as "Mr. Goss" but with demeaning titles such as "boy" or "hey you" or even "you there in the grey suit". Mike felt unappreciated and had begun to hate working at the company. As he had very little contact with Dave, who spent most of the day in the field dealing with customers and getting new contracts, Mike found himself despising his boss Jill.

What made the situation particularly frustrating for Mike was that Jill was a beautiful woman. She was rather short and had dark brown hair and tan skin. She looked to be at least part Italian or Spanish and had many of those features. Mike lusted after her, staring at her backside as she walked away from him in the office. He found it hard to pull his gaze away from her when she as around and often imagined what she looked like without her slacks and blouse. For all his spite towards her, Mike still found her presence intoxicating.

A unique opportunity fell into Mike's lap after a few months of working at the company. He came across some financial records he had never before seen. They were in a group of folders Jill had brought from her office and put on his desk. The particularly interesting file dealt with work the company had done for the city's new mayor. This wasn't work for the city itself, but had to do with some condos that she personally owned and rented. Mike noticed that there was no bill for the work and that it had been written off by the company. What made the file even more interesting was an unaddressed envelope he found that went with the file. Upon further inspection it turned out to be a hand-written thank you note from the mayor for the work on the condos. In the note she mentioned that she hoped to "make it up to you" soon. Checking other records, Mike noticed that shortly after the work on the condos had been completed, the company had landed a large contract with the city to do some work on office buildings downtown. 

Put together, it certainly looked incriminating. Mike couldn't decide what to do with the file. He thought about it for a few moments and on a whim decided to make photo copies of everything. He then put them back as he found everything and returned it to Jill with the other files she had given him when he was finished with the other work. He only hoped that she hadn't suspected anything.

For the next couple weeks Mike followed Jill and Dave home from the office. He became accustomed to their upscale neighborhood and found places he could park and discretely watch their home without raising the neighbors' alarm. Since Mike was young and had no family of his own he had more than enough time on his hands to quietly watch his bosses from a distance. Several days into this little "project" of his, as he liked to think of his spy work, he followed Jill to the mayor's house. 

The mayor lived in a nice house a few miles from the Tellers. Mike parked his car on the edge of the street and watched through the zoom on his camera as the mayor herself met Jill at the door. They embraced and went inside. Mike caught the hug on camera and chuckled as he mentally added the picture to his collection of evidence.

A few weeks after he had first come across the mystery file at work, Mike decided to make his move. He made duplicate copies of all his "evidence" and put the original copies away at home. The duplicates he put together in a package and wrote "Jill Teller" on the front of it. 

The next day at work Mike waited anxiously at his desk until Dave left the office that morning to check on a job the company was doing. A few minutes after Dave left and with no one else in Jill's office, Mike gathered his courage and walked into her office. 

"What is it?" Jill asked without even an attempt at being polite. This was her usual demeanor with the employees and one of the main reasons that Mike hated working for her.

Mike handed her the package without a word and sat down in one of the chairs across from her desk. Jill gave him a strange look as she had not invited him to sit. Never before had he came in and sat down in her office. Curious at what the package could hold, Jill opened it up. Her eyes grew large as she saw the picture on top of her and the mayor hugging at the door of the mayor's house.

"What the...?!" She started to yell as she looked up.

"Just look through the rest of it before you say anything," Mike answered, moving nervously in his chair. "There's also a short note there on the back of the picture you need to see," he said. 

Her eyes narrowed as she skimmed through the documents prepared for her. She paid particular interest to the financial records and the thank you note the mayor had hand written.

"How did you get this?," she mumbled in disbelief, more to herself than to Mike.

"Like I said, you need to read the short note on stick-it on the back of the picture there," Mike pointed to the picture she in her hand. 

Jill turned it over and read carefully. As she did her brows grew narrower and narrower until her face was as contorted and angry as Mike had ever seen it. He watched nervously, trying to put on his bravest face, as she looked up from time to time and then back at the note.

"This is blackmail," she finally managed.

"It's an opportunity," Mike countered, having anticipated this response. "It's an opportunity to save your business and stay out of prison."

Jill made an even angrier face and browsed back through the documents in her hand. She was stunned and hurt. She was also suddenly afraid of what might happen of the papers fell into the wrong hands. 

"I'm going to keep these," she suddenly declared with as much authority as she could manage at the moment.

"Fine. I have other copies," Mike answered. "In fact, I want you to keep them and look over them tonight. Make up your mind about what you're going to do. Of course, your husband doesn't have to know about any of this," he tried to sound a little soothing but yet in control. It didn't really work. Mike was sure he sounded like a scared school boy trying to order around his principal. "No one has to know about this. And if you agree with my proposal then no one will ever find out about all this and you can go on with your career."

Mike got up to leave and saw the sudden desperation on his boss's face. She as scared to death, he realized. 

"I expect you to decide tonight and comply with the instructions on the back of the picture if you want to save yourself. Otherwise, I'm calling the papers and the local TV stations tomorrow afternoon," Mike said before leaving her office. He close the door behind himself and made his way to his desk. It was only then that he realized his legs were trembling. Could he pull this off?

-Part Two-

The next morning Mike waited as patiently as he could at his desk, trying to busy himself with various tasks and appear as cool as possible. Strangely, Jill was late. Her husband had came in quickly and left. This added to Mike's nervousness. Sweat had broken out on his brow and his heart beat like crazy. He kept imaging his "project" backfiring and he ending up in prison. He imagined the police storming the office and everyone staring as he was handcuffed and hauled out the door.

Jill finally walked in at half past nine. Never before had she arrived so late. And never before had she been dressed as she was. Her short red skirt barely reached mid-thigh. For a woman who normally dressed conservatively, especially on the job, this was a radical change. Her hair as up as well, showing off her neck. Everyone in the office stared as Jill hurried to her office and shut the door. Mike tried hard to suppress a grin.

An hour later Mike received a call at his desk from Jill, asking him to see her in her office.

Mustering all the calm confidence he could, Mike gathered a few file under his arm so as to appear busy at work and walked into her office.

"Shut the door," Jill hissed at him as soon as he had entered. She was flushed, nervous and looked amazing to Mike in her red skirt at her desk.

"Yes, ma'am," Mike teased, trying to calm himself as he entered and took a seat across from her. "I see you decided to take me up on my offer."

"As if I had any choice," she responded, growing more angry at the cocky attitude of her black-mailing employee before her.

"Of course you had a choice. But I'm glad you decided to go this way," Mike couldn't help but grin again. "Did you say anything to your husband?"

"No!" Jill barked at him. "He would have a fit - probably kill you," she said.

"Well we certainly don't want that, do we?" Mike teased. Jill said nothing, but crossed her arms across her chest. The thought of him being killed probably appealed to her about then. "You look beautiful. I want to tell you that, Jill." Mike offered.

"Bastard!" she practically spat at him from her side of the desk.

"That skirt looks amazing on you. And I love your hair up like that." Mike continued, eying her up and down. She moved uncomfortably in her chair and her anger seemed to turn to a sad pout.

"Now, I want you to come over here to me," Mike ordered. Jill remained sitting and gave him a "not-in-your-life" glare from her seat.

"If you know what's good for you, Jill, you'll come over here. I don't like having to repeat myself." He gave her as stern a look as possible as she reluctantly got up and walked over in front of him. 

Mike reached out slowly and touched her hips, running his hands over them through her skirt sensuously. He had long stared at her hips and backside and now he was touching them.

"You are certainly a lovely woman, Jill" he said, running his hands higher under her breasts and then gently squeezing her nipples through the skirt. She pulled away from his touch, backing up against her desk with a terrified look on her face, trying to cover her breasts with her arms.

"You can't do that," she whispered in a cracked voice.

"Yes, I can, Jill. And if you don't want your name in the headlines for corruption you had better learn not to refuse me," Mike said, standing up. 

He was a head taller than her and he looked down directly into face and smiled. Then he reached up and grasped her nipples again, twisting them slightly through the fabric. She gasped out loud but didn't move away this time. Mike chuckled softly and went to leave. Then he turned and said softly.

"You'll be receiving a message on your cell shortly. I expect you to do as it says, Jill. If not..." 

-Part Three-

The next day at work Mike was much more comfortable and less anxious. His fear of being put in handcuffs and hauled away had not materialized and his "project" seemed to be going well. Jill showed up on time and wore a blue skirt, as she had been instructed in Mike's message. It was pretty short and again there were a lot of stares from the employees and even some chatter behind her back about her new style. Mike simply grinned and said nothing.

Shortly before lunch Mike again received a call to come to Jill's office. He picked up a few random files and made his way there. This time when he entered he closed the door on his own initiative and smiled broadly. Jill was sitting nervously at her desk in her skirt waiting on him to say or do something. Mike never felt more in control than then.

"Did you do as I instructed?" he asked, continuing to stand in front of her desk rather than sit.

"You can see that I did," she replied, trying to sound brave but failing to mask her fear.

"I can see that you wore the skirt as I told you too, but how about the other part?" he asked a bit shyly.

"That too," she mumbled quietly.

"Let's see," Mike ordered. Sitting down at last and settling back comfortably in the chair in front of his boss.

Slowly Jill stood and raised her skirt a bit, looking down at the floor the whole time. Mike could clearly see that she was wearing no panties and was completely bare beneath her skirt. A tuff of dark hair was visible for just a second before Jill brushed down her skirt again.

"Come here," Mike instructed, wondering how he could ever have been so lucky.

She stepped around her desk and stood beside his chair nervously as if she expected him to jump her at any second. 

"Take my hand," Mike told her.

She slowly reached down and took his hand in her own 

"Now take my hand and show me. I want to feel you," Mike whispered almost hoarsely.

A look of disgust spread across Jill's face and she stepped back a bit and hesitated for just a second. Mike gave her a stern look and she resumed her previous position, took his hand and pulled it up beneath her skirt.

"I want to feel you," Mike repeated quietly.

She pulled his hand up to her sex and he could feel the hair between her legs at the top of her thighs, his hand buried under her skirt. He pushed up and could feel her soft skin and heard her gasp a little as he slipped first one then to fingers into her. Mike moved his fingers around a moment and then brought them out. Both Jill and he could see the wetness of his fingers. Mike brought them to his nose and inhaled her scent, then touched his wet fingers to his lips, tasting her.

"Does Dave taste you like this, Jill?" Mike asked, moving his fingers over his lips.

Jill didn't say anything and so Mike reached out and took her hand again.

"I want to feel you again," he whispered, looking up into her eyes and grasping her hand strongly. Jill let out a breath and consented, guiding his fingers beneath her skirt again towards her sex. Mike slipped two of his fingers inside of her and again moved them slowly in and out. After a few moments he pulled his hand from under her skirt and showed them to her. His fingers were coated with her juices. Mike stood and held his hand up to her noise, forcing her to smell herself. She resisted, tried to step back but Mike held her hand firmly and she inhaled her own scent. He then lowered his fingers to her lips. Her eyes went wide and she trembled in fear and perhaps disgust as Mike traced her lips with his wet fingers.

Abruptly he dropped his hand and walked to the door. Her turned just in front of the door.

"I will send you a message this afternoon, just as I did yesterday. You will obey it just as you did today, Jill." Mike then brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, smiled at her and left her office.

-Part Four-

That afternoon Mike visited the electronic superstore in his area and spent several hundred dollars on some choice equipment he had checked out online the night before. To take his "project" to the next level he needed some a few small cameras, a receiver and a few other things.

When he got home he broke out a six-pack of beer, sat down and sent a message to Jill. Having completed that, he began playing with his new electronic equipment. Mike wanted to be sure of what he was doing. A mistake on his part could land him in prison, he told himself as he sipped his beers and toyed with his gadgets.

At work the next day Jill was a hit again with the male employees. She wore a longer, dark form-fitting dress this time with a slit that tested the limits of professionalism and probably broke them. Her hair was down as she usually wore it and she seemed in a better mood than normal. 

Shortly after lunch Mike found a reason to visit Jill's office. He stared at her hips and the slit in her dress which rose up to her thigh. 

"Jill, you look absolutely stunning today, I must say," Mike finally managed to say. Jill actually seemed happy with herself and only forced a serious face after giving away a small smile.

"Did you do as I instructed?" he asked, putting one hand on his hips and standing in the middle of the room.

"I did," she answered meekly.

"Come over here and show me then," Mike said, holding out his hand.

Jill delayed a moment and then stepped around her desk and stood in front of Mike, looking up at him. She reached down, took his hand and bunched up her dress, pulling his hand to her crotch beneath it. This time as Mike reached up with his fingers he felt only her slick, smooth skin. She had shaved herself clean as he had told her. His fingers pushed up between her soft folds and into the hot, wetness beyond. Mike moved his fingers around and found that rough area on the inside wall of her sex. He moved back and forth over that spot and Jill seemed to melt before him. Her expression changed, her cheeks flushed and her back bent forward. A soft moan escaped her lips. Finally he quit, not wanting to her to squeal and give them away. 

Mike took her hand and reached it down between her legs here moments before he had pleasured her. She resisted a little, but only a little as he pushed one of her fingers into her wetness. He moved her hand in and out for a few seconds and then pulled it out, seeing it soaked in her juices. 

"Let me taste you, Jill," he said with what little composure he had left.

Jill timidly brought her hand to his mouth and touched her finger to his lips. Mike parted his lips and Jill pushed her wet finger into his mouth. 

"You taste as good as you look," Mike said as she pulled her finger from his lips.

Then Mike stepped away from her and pulled something small from his coat pocket. Jill hadn't noticed the small round object until then.

"I want to show you something, Jill," Mike said, holding it before him in his hand. "This is a video recorder - the smallest one I could find that runs on a battery and would not be noticeable. It doesn't have much of an internal memory - only enough to capture all of this." Mike motioned with his hands about the office and Jill dropped her mouth in horror and stepped back.

"Don't worry, Jill," he said reassuringly. "This is not for the police, of course. It's to make sure your husband doesn't find out anything he shouldn't." With that Mike grinned, figuring that he had almost put the final nail in the coffin of his "project". 

Jill almost fell into her chair behind her desk. Tears formed in her eyes as Mike left and shut the door behind him. She could still feel the warm wetness between her legs and see the grin on his face as she closed her eyes and cried.

-Part Five-

A few days later Mike got a message on his cell that all was clear. Everything he needed was already in his car and so he grabbed his keys, pulled on a baseball cap and hurried out the door.

"How long will he be away?" Mike asked first thing as he entered the house.

"At least a few hours. He's with some old friends and I don't expect him back for a while," Jill answered.

"Good. That's long enough." Mike carried a bag with everything he needed in it.




Blackmailing the Boss's Wife



"How do you get to the attic?" he asked.

The next hour and a half was spent with Mike setting up a receiver and small hard-drive deep in the attic, far from the door. He hid it as best he could and then went downstairs to the bedroom. A tiny camera like the one he had used in the office the other day was attached at the corner of the ceiling. He managed to do this with a ladder Jill got for him from outside. There was no blinking light on the camera and it sent its signal wirelessly to the receiver and hard-drive in the attic. There the information would be saved. Its memory was huge and could store thousands of hours of video. It also had a remote transceiver that would send out its signal up to a couple hundred feet. From his car parked nearby, Mike would be able to download the information stored on the hard-drive in the Teller's attic. Having completed his work, Mike made sure everything was on and running and then got ready to leave.

"Remember, Jill. I'll be watching," and with that he was gone.

About an hour later Dave got in from hanging out with his friends. They had watched a game at the local sports bar and he was tired from the beers and food. Jill met him at the door in a T-shirt and panties. As they got into bed together Jill whispered something in his ear.

"Not tonight, dear. I'm exhausted," Dave answered.

Jill already had her hand in his underwear though and was stroking him to life, up and down. Dave offered a weak protest and then laid back and enjoyed his wife's movements. His penis was soon throbbing and his breathing became hard. He tossed back the covers a bit and watched his wife's work. Abruptly Jill stopped, took her hand out of his underwear and rolled over.

"What?" Dave asked in a pleading voice. "You can't stop now, baby." Dave reached out to hug his wife and pull her to him but she swatted his hand away.

"I'm tired, Dave," she said. "Goodnight."

Exhausted, sexually-excited with a head full of beer and a raging hard-on, Dave finally managed to get to fall asleep.

-Part Six-

At work the next day Dave hung around the office more than usual and ate lunch with his wife in her office. Thanks to that, Mike had to stay at his desk and actually do some work.

That afternoon Dave finally left. Mike waited a long half hour and then visited Jill's office.

"How did it go, Jill?" he asked, referring to the previous night. "Did you do as I said?"

Jill blushed tremendously thinking about it but answered, "Yes, though he was pissed. He jumped me this morning and it was all I could do to get him off of me and get to the office. And you've seen that he's been hanging around the office all day. It's not right of me to keep denying him. I won't be able to do it that much longer. He's my husband, for goodness sakes!" 

"I've got something for you, Jill. For being a good girl, I got you present," Mike offered her a pretty wrapped package. "There's a note inside it with some instructions. Make sure you do as it says."

"What is it?" Jill asked anxiously, excited about getting a gift but nervous about what it could be. 

"Come over here," Mike ordered here.

Jill walked over to him and he began rubbing her hips slowly.

"We can't do this, Mike," Jill tried to refuse.

"Oh yes we can," Mike continued rubbing her hips and then reached his hand beneath her skirt. She was now wearing shorter skits to work almost every day, as Mike and ordered. And she kept herself cleanly shaven as liked as well. He parted her fleshy skin with his fingers and found her wet and warm. He pumped his fingers in and out of her for several moments until she was panting and leaning against his arm. Then he stopped and pulled his fingers from beneath her skirt. They glistened in the light with the proof of her wetness. He reached his fingers up to her nostrils and traced the bottom of nose, letting her get a good whiff of her own desire. The he pushed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. 

"Lick them clean," he ordered and she did as commanded, finding that her taste was not as unpleasant as she had first found it days ago.

"Leave that on your nose sand be sure to do as the note in the gift says. I'll see you tomorrow," Mike said and left her office.

Frustrated, excited and worried about what was in the package, Jill went back to her desk and tried to work, distracted by the musty smell of her sex coming from her own nose.