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Directors' Wives

By: AStropirate



PART 1

John Mason was twenty-seven when his father died fucking his young twenty year old secretary on a supposed business conference in Dundee, Scotland. In truth, the fifty- four year old was regularly fucking whenever he could. Since he owned fifty-five per cent of the company, he could afford to do what he liked. This time however, it cost him his life. John's mother had died when he was young. John had worked in his father's firm as an accountant. He had often approached his father about expansion of the firm but it always fell on deaf ears. Now he inherited his father's shares, he would implement his plans for expansion.

The firm was based in Uxbridge. There were four directors. His father with the fifty five per cent and three others with a combined share of forty five per cent. They were, Bill Stanley, sixty, Bob Landon, fifty-nine and fifty-six year old Tom Prince. All were in for a shock at the next board meeting. Although these men were twice as old as John, all had married pretty young wives. They did not know it yet, but they would be instrumental in John's plans for expansion.

Bill had married Penny. She was now thirty-two. She was five foot eight, slim and had magnificent breasts. She always wore tops that deliberately exposed her cleavage.

Bob Married Joann. She was twenty-eight. She was also five foot eight. She was athletic. She had firm medium breasts and long black hair.

Tom had married Clare. She was twenty-nine. She was five foot ten with a slim body and large breasts. Apart from being relatively young, all three women had dark pasts that would eventually come back to haunt them and trap them all in John Mason's web of sexual slavery.

John had called the board meeting for the Monday after the funeral. There he would outline his expansion plans.

John deliberately kept the other three directors waiting. He walked in ten minutes late, much to Bill's annoyance. He hated been kept waiting. John sat in the chair. Bill pointed out that the election to the chair had not taken place. John responded by reminding all of them that he had fifty five per cent of the shares and it was a foregone conclusion. John spoke in a very official tone.

"Now gentlemen let's cut to the chase. I have to tell you all that you are all on protective notice."

Bill interrupted him. 

"You can't do that. We have contracts."

John cut him off. 

"Read your contracts gentlemen. They are null and void upon the death of the majority shareholder, who, as you all know, was my late father."

They all responded in anger. 

"You won't get away with this," said Bob, angrily. 

"We'll sue."

"There is nothing you can do. It is all perfectly legal." 

Tom spoke up.

"I demand we adjourn this meeting for a week until we have time to consult with our lawyers."

"Ok. One week," responded John. "It won't make any difference. There will be changes. You can either accept them or leave. It's up to you." 

The meeting adjourned.

Bill, Tom and Bob had their lawyers scrutinise their contracts, Sure enough, they were null and void. They would have to renegotiate.

Bill was in the worse position of all. His pension and retirement plans were in jeopardy. At his age he would never get another job. He would lose everything. Tom and Bob were little better. They all knew they had no choice, They would all have to renegotiate.

The following week, all three men were more subdued. Bill spoke up.

"We want to renegotiate our contracts." 

"So you've accepted the truth?" responded John, with some glee."

"Look ,you young punk we want to renegotiate." shouted Tom. 

"Now that's not very nice, Tom."

"Just tell us what you want," growled Bob.

"Like I said before. I'm planning to expand the business. This means getting contracts in the US, Germany and China. I intend to open offices in all three countries."

"How does this affect us?" asked Tom.

"You'll note I mentioned three countries. Each of you will be assigned a company in these countries to negotiate a partnership agreement with. Secure these contracts and your jobs and pensions are safe. I'll discuss your individual assignments with you in the morning. You all leave this weekend." 

All three men were angry and shocked. They had never thought they would be treated like little boys in front of their teacher.

The following morning, Bill Stanley was sitting in John's office. John strolled in.

"Good morning Bill. I have assigned you to the United States, Boston to be precise. The Eastern General Transport Company is based there. Your contact is Jack Randall. He's the contracts director."

"I could be away for weeks."

"I expect the contract to be signed in four weeks. Don't come back without it."

"You little bastard," retorted Bill.

"I'd be very careful what I say from now on Bill. I'm not a person to mess with."

Bill got up and left, fuming, but he knew his hands were tied.

Tom was next. He was led in by John's secretary when he pressed the buzzer. 

"Good morning Tom. I have assigned you to China."

"China?" 

"Yes. China. You'll leave for Beijing on Friday. Your contact is Mr Wu. He is chief exec of the Wang Ho Transport Company. I expect everything to signed and sealed within four weeks."

"You really think you're something else, don't you?" said Tom.

"Look Tom, all I want is that contract. I don't care how you get it. Just make sure you do." 

Like Bill, Tom left in anger, knowing there was nothing he could do.

Bob entered half an hour later.

" Hallo Bob, have a seat. I'm assigning you to Germany. Your contact there is Otto Schmitt. He is the contracts manager of Schleswig Transport Company in Bremerhaven. You'll leave on Friday. The deal should be sealed in four weeks." 

Bob left without a word but he was angry. On Friday all three men left on their assignments. John was now free to begin the next part of his plan.

Part 2

Nurse Penny

John had not been entirely honest with the other board members. The truth was the contracts had been signed earlier in the week. However, they had to be double signed only on the proviso that John would produce certain services for the negotiators and that was where the women came in. That Friday afternoon he phoned Penny Stanley, Bill's wife and asked her to come to his office at ten on Monday. He emphasised to her how important it was and it was in Bill's interest, as well as her own. Penny was puzzled but agreed. 

That Monday, Penny arrived at John's office at ten. She was uneasy. She could see the lust filled eyes of John surveying her body. 

"What is so important that you need me here?" she asked him.

"It's about the American contract. I need it to be signed to save the business."

"But Bill is negotiating that in Boston."

"Bill couldn't negotiate his way out of a one way street."

Penny was shocked at this.

"But he is in the United States now."

"He's been led on a merry chase. The real negotiations are taking place here and you're going to seal the deal."

"Me? How?"

"With your body. Fuck Jack Randall and we get the contract."

"Go to hell.", responded an angry Penny.

"Ok, vacate my house by the end of the week."

"Your house?"

"Didn't your precious Bill tell you? My company owns the mortgage on the house." Penny tried to hide her shock. 

"I can raise the money to pay you back."

"I bet you could. You know Penny, I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't done before."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean were a good porn star in your day. What was the name of that film, 'Lusty Teacher', was it?"

Penny was stunned, but refused to yield . She had made that when training as a nurse in Scotland and was broke, needing the money to pay for rent and studies. It was as a nurse that she met, and fell in love with Bill and after a short romance they married. She decided to bluff.

"Bill already knows all this."

"I bet he does. I bet that's why he married you."

"You bastard."

"That's what Bill said. You two have a lot in common." 

A seething Penny rose, yelled. "Fuck you" and turned towards the door.

"Before you go, I suggest you look at this," as he opened a folder on his desk.

"What is it?" she asked.

He handed a large photograph of her kissing Doctor Habib.

She stood there stunned. 

"Where did you get this,?" she stuttered.

"Good timing on my part and bad timing on yours. I just popped into the Imperial Hotel to relieve myself when lo and behold who do I see kissing. Luckily for me I was out photographing. What did you tell Bill? You were on the night shift? I bet he believed it too."

Penny knew she was beaten. She only worked as an agency nurse now. She had made the mistake of falling for Doctor Habib's charms as all the nurses did. She had regretted it deeply; she regretted even more now that this bastard had the evidence.

"Ok. What do you want?"

"That's more like it. Be at this address at nine tomorrow night." he instructed her as he handed her a piece of paper.

"Can I go now?"

"Not quite. Get naked."

"What?"

"Get your fucking clothes off. I want see you're up to the job."

Penny wanted to scream. But she knew he held all the aces. She eased her top over her head, revealing, what was a disappointment to John, a plain white bra. Slipping off her flat heels, she slid her black jeans down, revealing her matching plain knickers. She unsnapped her bra and her excellent breasts bounced forth, almost like a joyous escape. She slid her knickers down, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy. He surveyed his beautiful naked prey. Her long slender legs, slim waist and ample breasts conspired to make any man lust.

"Come here." demanded John. 

She did so. He bent forward from his chair and gently, but firmly drilled his tongue into her pussy. He licked the right, then the left and finally pierced the centre. Penny moaned deeply. 

" Oooooh, Oooooh, Oh my God," as she could feel juices starting to gather. Then he suddenly stopped and tongue crawled up her flat ,but firm stomach, reaching her magnificent breasts and teasingly licked in between them, then around them and finally converging upon her nipples. The sucking of her nipples increased the rate of Penny's Moaning.

"Aaaaaargh" she screamed as he made his way to her neck and finally reaching her mouth kissed her and drove his tongue in. 

"Mmmmmm" was all she could utter. John led her to the couch and laid her down. Then opening his pants, he extracted his hardened cock and drove it deep into her pussy. She was lost in the ecstasy of her situation. Her heavy breathing betrayed her excitement and joy. She felt his burning cum collide with her erupting juices and both yelled, "Aaaargh" together and for a few seconds they both lay breathless on the couch. John finally collected his thoughts, got up and pulled his pants up. 

"You'll do. Make sure you're there at nine. Oh and wear some sexy underwear and your nurse's uniform. Now get dressed and get out."

Penny was both humiliated and devastated. She cried as she drove all the way home. As soon as Penny shut the door of the office, the door to the next office opened and the American, Jack Randall came in. 

"Well Jack?"

"I'll sign. She's beautiful, and a nurse to boot. You pick them well." and he double signed the contract.

Penny Stanley did not sleep well that night. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on her mind. It seemed like a dream. But she knew it wasn't. 

"That bastard Mason," she thought. He had forced her to have sex with him, not just to save Bill's job, but because of one stupid indiscretion with a charmer of a doctor and their stupid visit to the Imperial. 

"Oh God, what have I done?" she asked herself.

She showered and drove to Danemouth, some twenty miles from Uxbridge, where she hoped no one would recognise her , and purchased the sexy underwear for tonight's encounter. When she returned, she took her spare uniform out. This consisted of snow white button up jacket and matching pants.

"No one wears the dresses any more, thank God,'" she thought. But she dreaded tonight, and she had no idea what to expect. She also wondered if Mason would keep his word. Of course, with all these things going through her mind, she had no idea the contract was already signed.

****

Penny drove to the address given, which turned out to be a two storey house, just outside Uxbridge, surrounded by large walls and a gate. As she drove up the drive, she could hear the sound of party music and wondered just what she was getting herself into. She nervously rand the bell and a tall, slim man opened the door. He spoke in an American accent.

"Ah, the entertainment." 

Penny was shocked and initially felt like running but a hand pulled her forcefully inside.

"Our guest has arrived boys." 

Three other men, all tall and slim, laughed lustfully.

"Get your clothes off doll," said the first man.

Penny hesitated.

"Now, now, what would you say to your patients? You haven't anything I haven't seen before?" They all laughed.

Penny's eyes began to well up. Her hands were shaking as she began to unbutton her white jacket and dropped it to the floor, revealing her low cut white lace bra that complemented her wonderful, firm breasts. She put her hands to the sides of her pants and slowly lowered them down, revealing her white garter belt and matching white stockings: She deliberately had not worn knickers.

"Wow," said one of the men. "I bet that's not standard issue," much to the amusement of the others. She unsnapped her bra, releasing her luscious breasts. Penny could see the lustful licking of their lips.

The first man forced her to her knees and all four gathered round like wolves moving in for the kill. All had extracted their hardened rods. The first forced his, into her mouth and she began to slowly suck. Two others seized her hands and placed their dicks into them and began to slowly rub with her hands. The fourth man eased her slightly up and he drove his rod into her arse. Gradually Penny developed a rhythm with her mouth and hands. Her hands pumped up and down in sync with her mouth as she sucked with increased speed. 

"Mmmmmm," was all Penny could utter in her sucking. Her arse too, was receiving a pounding. 

"I must be quite a sight on my knees, with bare breasts, white garter belt and white stockings,'" she thought. Eventually, her "lovers" were beginning to cum. Cum exploded in her mouth and both her hands were overwhelmed by the cum flow. At the same time, cum exploded in her arse and all four men yelled ,"Aaaargh." in unison.

Penny fell on her side, breathless and almost totally exhausted. One thing she was thankful for was that none had pussy fucked her. However, her relief was short lived. The door to the room opened and a tall, well built man in a silk robe entered.

"Hallo boys, having fun?" he said in an American accent.

Penny guessed this was Jack Randall.

"Oh yes boss, she's good. She's very good." said the apparent leader of the four. Jack Randall took her by her hand and led her to a bedroom and beckoned her to lie on the king sized bed on her back. He removed his robe, revealing his naked bulk and lowered himself on to her beautifully slim body. He kissed her neck and her shoulders, making her shudder as the tingling sensations hit her. His mouth completely engulfed her nipple as he first licked, then sucked. He did the same with the other. These actions brought deep moaning from Penny. She felt his large, hardened cock enter her pussy. He rhythmically pounded her pussy. Like flints producing a spark, her orgasm flowed, making her moan, "Aaaargh," as her juices burst forth. Jack Randall screamed also in delight as he came. Penny was now totally exhausted. Thankfully, so was her "lover". He dozed off and Penny fell into a deep sleep.

Penny woke up with the sun's heat hitting her face. Randall was apparently still asleep so she eased up and was about to get out of the bed when she heard him say.

"Where do you think you're going? I haven't had my morning fuck," as he held his massive erect cock and grabbing her head, forced her to receive it into her mouth. Once again, she slowly began to suck, gradually building speed, systematically pumping in, out, in, out. Finally she felt he was cumming, when he suddenly withdrew his cock and pushed her onto her back. He then aimed his cock at her breasts and exploded his cum. As he came he rubbed the cum over her breasts, exciting Penny in the process.

He then spread her stocking encased legs and with expert rhythm he inserted his tongue into her neatly trimmed pussy and licked and sucked with venom. Penny's moaning increased at every stroke until finally she screamed ,"Yessss," as her enormous orgasm erupted, leaving her breathless and exhausted.

"The boys were right. You are good. We must do this again sometime."

"Not if I can help it," replied an angry Penny.

"Now, now, don't take it like that. You did your husband a great favour."

"You knew about my husband?" 

"Of course I did. It's part of my job to know everything about my business partners, even their wives."

A humiliated Penny raised her hand to strike but he grabbed it and said angrily.

"Like I said. you're a good fuck, but don't push your luck. One wrong move and all contracts are off. Now get out."

Penny got out of bed and dressed. She ran to her car and gripping the wheel she dipped her head and wept bitterly before finally driving home.

Part 3

Professor Joann

Joann Landon's phone rang on Tuesday morning. When she picked it up, she heard the familiar voice of John Mason. Joann was unaware of what had occurred with Penny and so was puzzled as to why he requested her presence in his office at three. He would not tell her anything, except that it was important for both Bob and herself that she attend.

Joann arrived just before three dressed in her blue slacks and matching jacket with a white blouse. She was led into John's office by his secretary, where he was sitting behind his desk looking at some papers.

"Ah Joann good to see you. Please sit down."

"What's so urgent you need me?" she asked, puzzled.

"It's about the German contract Joann, I need it to be sealed."

"But Bob..." she was cut short when John raised his hand.

"Bob's having a free tour of Bremerhaven. The deal will be signed here only on one condition."

"What condition is that? " asked Joann nervously.

"That you fuck Otto Schmitt."

Joann was stunned. She rose and angrily yelled 

"Go to hell." She turned and headed for the door.

"Just a moment Professor Dobbs."

Joann froze, like a woman who been stunned and slowly turned around.

"What did you call me?"

"Professor Dobbs. Professor Alexandra Dobbs. It's your real name isn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."" responded a disconcerted Joann.

"No? Allow me to refresh your memory. Alexandra Dobbs, professor of history in Normanton college. You were caught in bed with one of your students."

Joann retorted in anger. 

"He was twenty years old and he seduced me."

"That's not the way his mother saw it, and when you tried to get her into bed, her husband, a local councillor and member of the local education authority threatened to sue the college. You literally had to flee in the middle of the night. You came here and married Bob last year. I bet Bob doesn't know any of this."

Joann was fuming.

"What do you want Mason?"

"I told you. I want that contract and you're going to get it."

"By sleeping with this Schmitt guy?"

"I didn't say anything about sleeping. I expect you to fuck him and get that contract. Failure to do so means the end of Bob's job and your marriage. So what's it to be?"

A dejected Joann nodded.

"Ok you win. But how do I ...?" 


Directors' Wives Ch. 02



Part 1

It had been a month since John Mason had seized effective control not only of the transport company but the also the wives of his fellow directors. He had fucked them all and pimped them out to various business partners in order to secure contracts to expand the company business. Thanks to the fact that John Mason had dug up their pasts, Penny Stanley, Joann Landon and Clare Prince were not only his personal sex slaves but they were his hookers, to hire out to who ever he wished. Because they seldom met each other, they were blissfully unaware of each others' pasts or their predicaments. The same applied to their respective husbands.

John Mason decided it was time to fuck his slaves again. This time he would create the opportunity by sending each of his fellow directors on minor missions to supposedly consolidate the new partnership. First of all, he invited Jack Randall to London. He instructed Bill Stanley to pick him up and wine and dine him while he was there. He also instructed Bill to phone him on Friday night. When Bill left, John had a gleeful smile triumph on his face. He had his own reasons for insisting on Bill ring him specifically on Friday night and it involved Bill's young wife, Penny.

As much as Bill resented it, he knew he had no choice. The contract assured him of his job. What he didn't know was that his young wife, Penny, was about to ensure his job with her beautiful body.

Part 2

Penny's Humiliation.

That Friday night, Penny Stanley had just arrived home from her hospital shift when someone rang the doorbell. When she opened the door she was horrified to see John Mason standing there.

"What do you want?" she asked abruptly.

"I want to fuck you."

"Get out of here before I phone the police." She tried to close the door but John blocked it and forced his way in.

"You seem to forget I own this house and you have a contract to fulfil. Remember, Penny dear, the contract is only valid as long as you keep your end up."

He began to feel her luscious breasts through her uniform jacket and kissed her. Penny pulled away.

"Please, haven't you humiliated me enough?"

John ignored her and dragged her upstairs to her and Bill's bedroom.

"Please, not in here."

"Especially in here. Now get your clothes off, we're going to bed."

Penny knew she had no choice. She began to undress. John Mason admired her straining breasts, imprisoned in her black, low cut bra. Mason grabbed Penny and put her over his knee like a child, pulled her black knickers down and spanked her, much to her anger and disgust. He ignored her protests.

"That was for being rude. Don't let it happen again." 

He pushed her magnificent, naked body onto her own bed and pounced on her like a hungry loin. He kissed her with passion and began to work to her ample breasts. His licking and sucking made Penny moan. 

"Ooooh," was all she could say.

John licked her nipples and sucked with equal rhythm and proceeded between her breasts. The tingling sensations of John's actions excited Penny's body and she reacted by moaning between breaths. "Oh my God," she repeated several times.

He worked his way to her trimmed pussy and gently licked left and then right. Penny thought she was going to climax but John stopped suddenly. He inserted his hardened cock into her and rhythmically began to pound her pussy. John ramming her pussy simply excited Penny. She became totally absorbed by it. She put her hands on John's hips and seemed to guide her "lover" to maximise her pleasure. The pair now began to moan and pant. Perspiration began to run off both of them. Penny could feel her juices starting to gather and John was on the verge of cumming. 

"Aaaargh," screamed John as his cum erupted inside her. Penny too screamed as his hot cum and her love juice mixed. For a few moments they were silent and both gathered their thoughts and breath.

John's mobile phone rang. 

"Ah, it's you Bill."

Penny was shocked and tried to get out of bed, but John pushed her back down and began to rub her pussy with his free hand. He continued talking to Bill.

"That's good. Just make sure he has a good time and I'll see you back in the office on Monday."

Penny began to moan. Bill clearly heard something because John responded on the phone. "Oh nothing just my latest fuck getting excited. Goodnight."

John put down his phone. Only then did Penny realise that John had placed his phone on the side table. 

"You perverted bastard. You expected Bill to ring, didn't you?"

John Mason laughed gleefully.

"Real kinky isn't it? Speaking to one of my employees on the phone while fucking his wife. Not bad eh?."

Penny raised her hand to slap him but he grabbed it as well as her other hand and pinned them behind her head. He kissed her and smothered her protest. He again licked and sucked her ample breasts. He suddenly stopped and got out of the bed.

"Jim Rudd, an associate of Jack Randall, will be here tomorrow night. He expects to get laid, so make it good."

Penny screamed. "You bastard. You fucking bastard"

"Be very careful Penny. All I have to do is show those photos to Bill. So you better ask yourself what you want. A life on the streets or riches. It's your choice."

John dressed and left, with a triumphal grin. Penny wept bitterly, wondering was this situation ever going to change.

********

The following night, Penny waited nervously for her unwanted guest. She dressed in a white blouse and blue knee length skirt. She wore her new sexy underwear and hoped this would satisfy him. Her experience at Jack Randall's party a month ago told her to expect anything. That's why she dreaded this.

At ten, the doorbell rang. A tall, well built man stood before her and she beckoned him into the living room. 

"Jack was right. You are beautiful."

"Can I get you anything?"

"No. I only came for one thing."

He proceeded to unbutton Penny's blouse. She wanted desperately to resist but knew she couldn't. He flipped open her blouse, revealing a low cut red lace bra that complemented her wonderful breasts.

"Wow," was all her visitor said as he eased the blouse from her shoulders and allowed it to fall freely to the ground. Putting his hand behind Penny's back, he eased the zipper. Putting his hands to her hips, he eased her skirt and knickers down, lowering himself into a kneeling position as they dropped to the floor. For a second he seemed to pause in admiration of her trimmed pussy. Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he began to lick, first the left, then the right. Slowly he built up a systematic rhythm and loathe though Penny was to allow him to touch her, she began to get aroused.

"Aaaargh," she moaned at every stroke. Her arousal began to grow. However, he stopped suddenly and an anti climatic feeling of disappointment hit Penny.

"Personally, I prefer it in bed, doll."

"Doll?" Of course. Penny recognised him as one of the men who gang banged her at Jack Randall's party. Without a word he pulled her upstairs and led her into her own marital bedroom. It was if he knew exactly where to go. He unclasped the front of her bra and allowed it to drop to the floor. Once again he paused as if in admiration of her very ample and firm breasts. He pushed her gently onto her bed and undressed. He mounted her gently and began to kiss her with passion. Moving down her body, he absorbed her left nipple and sucked and licked with equal measure. He did the same with her right nipple. Penny didn't want to, but she became aroused and moaned each time he changed from sucking to licking.

"Oh God, oh my God," she repeated in a frequent outburst.

Her arousal and excitement increased as Jim Rudd travelled with his tongue down her slim, naked and beautiful body to her trimmed pussy. His tongue action continued in a circular pattern around the outside of her pussy but did not go in. Nonetheless, Penny could feel that her juices were starting to gather. Rudd inserted his huge rod into her pussy and began to pump with expert rhythm. Penny's body responded with an equal enthusiasm. Penny was so overwhelmed with lust that she was neither unable or unwilling to stop.

"Keep going, keep going. Don't stop , please!." she screamed, as she clenched her "lover's" shoulders, her love juices were gathering rapidly and she could feel Rudd was about to cum. The climax, when it came, caused both of them to scream in unison, "Aaaargh," as Rudd's hot cum and Penny's on juices collided bringing a crescendo of deep mutual sexual satisfaction.

Jim Rudd looked at Penny and breathlessly he said, "Jack was right. You are good. The best I've ever had."

Penny took no comfort from his words. All she felt was disgust. Disgust at herself for allowing herself to enjoy it and disgust that she had fucked both John Mason and this stranger in her own marital bed. She was too exhausted to think about it any more or even care because in a few moments she dropped off into a deep sleep. Rudd too must have been exhausted because he also fell asleep.

The following morning, Penny awoke to a sensation on her pussy. Rudd was rubbing it gently with his hand. She turned to see Rudd staring at her as he lay on his pillow.

"It's about time doll. I need to shower."

Penny was about to speak when he suddenly jumped out of bed and dragged her still tired, naked body into the shower. As the steamy hot jets struck her, Penny slowly lost her tiredness. Rudd soaped himself. Grabbing Penny by the hair, he forced her to her knees in front of his enormous cock.

"Well. What are you waiting for? Get to work."

Penny took his huge cock and began to suck. She slowly bobbed her head. She had never done it like this, not in the shower. Gradually she developed an ever increasing rhythm.

"Oh yeah. That's it doll. Keep that up. Come on, lick my balls."

Penny was disgusted but complied with his demands.

"Aaaargh. Keep going you fucking whore. Keep going."

Penny kept going for what seemed hours although in reality it was only a few moments. Slowly she could feel that Rudd was beginning to cum. The explosion of cum in her mouth was dissipated by the jets of water entering her mouth. She thought she would either choke or drown. Rudd screamed in triumphal satisfaction as he came.

Rudd put his hand on Penny's chin, making her look up at him.

"My God doll, Jack was right, you are one hell of a fuck. The boys will really love you."

Rudd got out, dried himself and dressed. When he had left, Penny was still in the running shower on her knees in shock and crying. 

What had she gotten into?

*******************

Part 3

Joann's Humiliation

On the Monday following Penny Stanley's humiliation, John Mason called Bob Landon to his office.

"Ah Bob. Good. I want you to travel to Germany on Friday."

"Again? What for?"

"Otto Schmitt wishes to discuss certain questions about the contract. He feels only a personal visit from you will allay any fears his fellow directors may have."

"But I promised Joann I'd take her away this weekend."

"I'm sure She'll survive one weekend without you. Besides, this contract is essential to the company and your job."

Bob didn't need to be reminded. The little punk had made it clear how the contract was necessary to secure his job. What he didn't know was his wife, Joann had had to humiliate herself to save his position with sexual favours. She had no choice because of her own sexual indiscretions. Mason had somehow found out about them and used them to blackmail her into sex with him and Otto Schmitt.

***

Joann Landon tried to conceal her anger and disappointment as she saw her husband Bob, off at the airport. She had been looking forward to the break this weekend but was disappointed when Bob had to travel to Germany. She was lost in thought as she walked back to her car and was shocked to find John Mason leaning on it with his arms folded and a wry smile on his face.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I'm going to fuck you."

"To hell you are. Get out of my way."

Joann felt herself being swung around and a hand grabbed her mouth.

"Now you listen to me you stupid bitch. You'll do as you're told or you'll end up with nothing, including your precious husband. All I have to do is tell him of your past and if that's not enough, I'll let the general public know of your past deeds. I'm sure it'll go down a treat. Is that clear?"

A silent Joann nodded reluctantly.

Mason rifled through her handbag and took her keys.

"Get in the passenger side."

Joann did so and Mason drove the car to a hotel a short distance from the airport. They entered the lobby and the receptionist clearly recognised him.

"Your usual room, Mr. Mason?" she said with a smile.

"The usual, Edie. Thanks."

She gave him the key and both Mason and a crestfallen Joann headed for the room. Joann stood there hesitant.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get your clothes off."

Joann reluctantly obeyed. Mason watched the show in anticipation as the woman humiliated herself undressing in front of this horrid young man. He was clearly enjoying himself as she unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing her low cut black lace bra. Her firm breasts excited him and just staring at them gave him a hard on. She slipped off her shoes and eased her pants down and stepped out of them. Mason observed she wore matching black knickers. Joann hesitated to undo her bra.

"Everything," said Mason, with authority.

As she did as she was told, Joann couldn't help but wonder how she got into this. The answer she knew well. It was her own stupidity. Her past had caught up with her and Mason was cashing in. As she stood naked before him, Joann tried to cover her breasts and pussy.

"Ah, ah. Hands down and lie on the bed."

He surveyed his prey's naked form. Her firm, luscious breasts, her long slender legs and slim waist was, in Mason's mind, the perfect fuck toy. He undressed and mounted his victim with lust filled passion. Mason began to kiss her, wrapping his tongue around Joann's tongue. Kissing her bare shoulder, he proceeded down to her magnificent breasts, sucking and licking with equal measure, all the while, Joann's excitement began to slowly build at each stroke. Mason's tongue travelled between her breasts and down her Slim, beautiful body. She moaned. "Ooooh,"

Getting to her trimmed pussy, he licked left and right in successive motions, being careful not to make her cum until he was ready. Joann's moaning was increasing to almost scream level. Her juices began to slowly gather. Mason now inserted his hardened cock and began a rhythmic pounding of Joann's pussy. Her own body responded automatically, move with the same rhythm as Mason's actions. Her moaning was now a scream. "Oh my God, oh my God, keep going, keep going, please.!" she begged.

The last word she stretched out in a long motion, as if prolonging her orgasmic pleasure. Joann was so engulfed in pleasure, she couldn't, even if she wanted to, resist or stop. Her juices were now gathering pace. Mason's own cum, too, was gathering pace. The symmetrical rhythm of both "lovers" was such that a cataclysmic collision of hot cum and love juices caused both of them to scream, "Aaaargh," in unison. They lay breathless for several moments. Joann's pleasure was short lived as Mason spoke.

"That was good Joann. You really are a good fuck. An associate of Otto Schmitt, Rudolf Meyer is in London. He needs a "secretary" to fuck, so dress the part. He expects you at this hotel at six tomorrow evening. " Mason handed her a piece of paper with the address and got out of bed. 

"Remember Joann, you really don't have any choice." 

He dressed and left. He had arranged to be picked up. Joann showered and wept at the same time. Her dream life had turned into a nightmarish one, thanks to this little bastard, Mason. She never thought she would hate anyone so much as she did him.

****

The following day, Joann travelled to London. She dressed in a smart blue business suit with matching skirt. She had an empty briefcase for show. She arrived at the hotel just before six and said to the receptionist. "I'm Herr Meyer's secretary."

"Oh yes. Herr Meyer said you were expected. Room 1212, second floor."

Joann took the lift to the second floor. She arrived at the room and knocked. A smallish man opened the door.

"Ah, my secretary , please, come in. Otto was correct. You are a very beautiful woman."

His German accent was unmistakeable. He ushered her into the room and closed the door.

Rudolf Meyer unbuttoned his jacket and placed it on the chair. He nodded and Joann, in response, did the same with her own jacket. Meyer paused and admired Joann's figure. Her low cut blouse exposed her excellent cleavage. He moved towards her and began to open the buttons of her blouse in a slow sensual manner. Joann wanted to stop him but knew she couldn't. As the last button was opened, Meyer gently pulled the blouse from her skirt and eased it from her near perfect body, revealing her low cut red lace bra that really complemented her luscious curves. He kissed her passionately and lowered his hands to unzip her short skirt, allowing it to slide freely to the ground, exposing her matching red thong. Joann felt a slight tug on her thong and a hand began to rub her already wet pussy. They both eased onto the bed and Meyer undressed with speed, anxious not to lose control of the moment. He undid the front snap of Joann's bra, releasing her wonderful breasts, which he began to lick and suck with relish. Joann's own pleasure could not be denied as she moaned deeply with each kiss, lick and suck. He licked her right breast, then her left. Working his way into the gap between her breasts, he dragged his tongue down in a slow motion and Joann's breathing and moaning became even heavier.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Please don't stop. Please.". she begged breathlessly.

This she repeated several times as he moved down her attractive, naked body, passing her abdomen and beginning a circular movement around her trimmed pussy. Joann imagined a bird of prey circling, waiting to make its descent to catch its quarry. Eventually his tongue settled at her pussy centre. The left wall of her pussy was licked and then her right, with equal expert rhythm. The excitement for Joann was almost unbearable and her love juices were slowly gathering. Meyer penetrated with his hardened cock and rhythmically pounded her. Joann's body too, responded in rhythm. She became lost in her own lust and desire. Even if she wanted to, she could break off now. She had gone too far and was beyond caring about it. All she wanted to do now was enjoy it as far was humanly possible.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," she screamed breathlessly. Meyer too began to feel the excitement. His cum began to gather pace. His physical pounding and the reaction of Joann's body made him perspire and Joann could feel tiny drops of sweat land on her naked breast. His pounding gathered speed, as did the flow of Joann's juices. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to Joann, Meyer's cum exploded inside her, colliding with her flowing juices. They both screamed in unison and mutual satisfaction. Their sheer exhaustion made them fall asleep in each others arms.

The following morning, Joann woke to the sensation of her pussy being pounded. Meyer was in full rhythm and it did not take long for her to react. As he pounded, Joann's body reacted automatically in a synchronised movement. Although she was still drowsy, Meyer's love strokes excited Joann. Once again, she began to be aroused by their lovemaking. She put her arms around her "lover's" bare back, in almost a welcome embrace and began to scream , "More, please more." and Meyer seemed to oblige as he continued his systematic rhythm of pussy pounding. As the their rhythm gradually increased, Joann could feel her juices build. Likewise, she could feel that Meyer was once again close to cumming. Joann and Meyer had become so accustomed to each other that they could time their climaxes almost to perfection. Once again there was a climatic eruption and both "lovers" screamed in exuberant joy. Meyer spoke to Joann, gasping for breath as he did so.




Directors' Wives Ch. 02



"Well, Frau Landon, Otto was correct. You are a wonderful lover. My colleagues will be most pleased."

Joann turned her head towards him at his last words.

"What do you mean 'colleagues?'"

"My dear Frau Landon. I thought Otto explained. The contract is valid subject to the 'satisfaction' of the board members." 

Rudolf Meyer put a mischievous grin on his face as he emphasised "satisfaction." Meyer got out of bed, showered, dressed and left without a word. Joann was still sitting on the bed contemplating what had just occurred between her and Meyer. Her train of thought was broken by the sound of the hotel cleaning crew down the hall. She hurriedly dressed and scrambled down the back stairs hoping she would not be recognised. She got to her car and drove back to Uxbridge. She stripped and entered the shower, trying in vain, to wash away the contamination she felt polluted her body. Meyer's words came back to haunt her "Subject to the satisfaction of the board members." Although she had enjoyed the sex, Joann Landon felt humiliated and cheap. She was a long way from the professorship she had enjoyed at Normanton. Now she felt no better than a hooker and John Mason was her pimp. She wondered just how far she would fall. Like Penny Stanley, Joann Landon too, wept in the shower as she tried to make sense of what had happened.

Part four

Clare's Humiliation

The following Tuesday, John called Tom Prince to the office.

"Tom, some of Mr Wu's colleagues are in London this weekend. They are concerned about some aspects of the contract. I want you travel there tomorrow and meet and reassure them that all is well. It will take about four or five days."

"Can't we send someone else?"

"No. I want you to go. It's your job on the line."

A subdued Tom accepted the inevitable.

On the day Tom departed, Clare Prince was working in her front lawn when she heard a familiar but unwelcome voice.

"Hi Clare."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I want you to fulfil your part of our 'agreement'. "

"We made no agreement. You blackmailed me."

"Look, I'm going to fuck whether or not you want to. After all Miss Wilson, you really don't have a choice."

Clare was mortified and looked around to see if any one was listening.

"For God's sake keep your voice down," she said in a lowered voice.

"Now come inside,"

"Sure."

As soon as they were inside, John put his hands around Clare who had her back turned to him and began to feel her ample breasts through the thin material of her tee shirt. Clare pushed his hands away and swung around in anger.

"Get off me, you pervert," she yelled.

Mason grabbed her by her throat and pushed her onto the living room sofa. She was unable to speak. She could hear a ripping sound as he tore her tee shirt from her body, revealing her firm braless breasts to the air and making her nipples harden.

"Now you listen to me, you stupid bitch. One word from me and your cosy little life will come to an end. You got that?"

A defeated Clare nodded in silence.

John's mouth descended on her breast as if to engulf it. The tingling sensation of his tongue rubbing around her nipple made Clare grunt.

"Uugh," was all she could say.

He expanded his licking and sucking to the outer perimeter of her breast. He proceeded then to her left breast with the same kissing and licking sensations. He travelled down her wonderfully toned waist and her body reacted to the exciting sensation, making Clare jump in the process.

"Ooooh," she uttered to Mason's movements. He halted only to unsnap her jeans and Clare, either unable or unwilling to stop him, raised her arse as he pulled them down along with her knickers. He resumed his tongue action to her trimmed pussy. He licked and sucked the right, then the left and finally her centre was pierced. Already her juices were starting to build. John, having pulled his pants down inserted his cock into her pussy and Clare could feel a gentle pounding that gradually picked up speed and her body too developed a corresponding rhythm.

"Ooooh fuck, come on baby. Come on baby," 

Clare was so lost in her journey of ecstatic lust she didn't realise until later what she had said. She was so consumed in her lust that she simply didn't care. Mason too was lost in lust. His experience had taught him to time to perfection when to climax. He knew Clare was as close to a climax as he was. However he held back to the last possible moment to cum. When he did, the explosion of cum and Clare's own juice flow colliding, made them both screamed with ecstatic joy.

Having recovered his composure John spoke again.

"That was so good, I almost forgot why I came. Mr. Wu has need of your services."

Clare was angry and tried to hit Mason but he grabbed her arm.

"You fucking bastard. You think you can just waltz in here and fuck me whenever you like?" "Actually, yes." came the response.

"After all Clare dear, your cosy life and that of your husband is in my hands and don't forget it. Be at his house at eight tomorrow night." He got up, dressed and left with a broad smile. Clare sat on the bed.

"Damn you Mason. Damn you." 

****

The following evening, Clare drove to the now familiar "Chao Wu's house of Women" as the Chinese lady had referred to it. Nothing could prepare her for the humiliation she was about to endure.

As with her previous visit, the door to the mansion was opened by a Chinese woman in her twenties. Clare received the same greeting and was led to a room in which two more young Chinese women were clearly expecting her. Not a word was spoken as they undressed Clare and replaced her clothes with a simple linen garment and a linen hood covered her head, with two tiny holes from which see could barely see.

Clare was led to yet another room. This time she could first hear and then see at least a dozen Chinese men sitting and chattering. Her hood was removed and her long black curled hair sprang forth. Clare could see Mr Wu. He was standing at a podium. He began to speak to the other men in Chinese and they seemed to shout with excitement as the linen garment was literally ripped from her, exposing her beautiful naked body. She instinctively tried to cover herself but Mr Wu barked orders in Chinese to two Chinese women and they restrained her arms, once again exposing her nakedness. All the men seemed to gasp at the sight of this milk white beauty. Her large sensuous breasts, long slender legs and her long flowing hair combined to make the men cheer with delight. Mr. Wu resumed speaking to the Chinese men in their native tongues and Clare could see by his actions and the reactions of the men that she was being auctioned to the highest bidder.

Eventually the bidding ceased and a small man perhaps in his fifties stared at Clare with a hint of lust in his eyes. Clearly he had "bought" her. A silken robe was placed around Clare and she was led to a very long limo. The journey to this man's house was a silent affair. Clare already felt humiliated by being paraded naked and being sold like an animal. She dreaded what lay ahead. Visions flashed through her mind of all sorts of possible scenarios, none of which were correct.

After travelling for about forty-five minutes, the limo came to a stop and the door was opened by a young Chinese man in a uniform. Her Chinese "buyer" got out first and then he signalled to Clare to follow him into his mansion. In contrast to Mr. Wu's home, the servants were both male and female Chinese. A young male servant bowed respectfully as he pushed two large doors inward that led to a spacious living room.

Four handsome young men ranging from their early to late twenties got up from their seats bowed to Clare's "buyer". Judging by their striking resemblance, Clare guessed correctly, that the young men were his sons. For the first time, the elder Chinese man spoke to Clare.

"My name is Mr. Cheng and these are my sons." He made this statement with pride. His English was clear and precise. All four young men smiled at Clare with lust filled eyes. She felt ill at ease.

Mr. Cheng rang a bell and a young Chinese maid entered. He relayed orders to her in Chinese. The maid bowed and led Clare to a bedroom. It had a large king sized bed. She sat on the bed alone for about fifteen minutes when suddenly the door opened and five men wearing silk dressing gowns filed in, one after another. It was Mr. Cheng and his four sons.

Mr. Cheng approached Clare and beckoned her to stand. He untied the belt around Clare's robe and slipped the garment from her bare shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor, once again exposing her beautiful naked body. This time she did not try to hide anything. She knew it would be futile. The four young men also dropped their robes, revealing their nakedness. Mr. Cheng Put his hand on Clare's shoulder and forced her to her knees. The four naked young men stood before her with their huge hardened cocks, ready for action. It was obvious what they wanted. 

Oral sex was not new to Clare but multiple cock sucking was. She hesitated but the apparent eldest son took her head and forced his huge dick into her mouth and Clare began suck in a slow, awkward fashion. She began to develop a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, picking up speed with every movement. After what seemed to Clare like an eternity, the young man's cum exploded in her mouth. Clare tried to spit it out but her head was yanked back and she was forced to swallow it all or suffocate.

Clare was forced to perform the same service to the remaining brothers and forced to swallow every drop of cum. She began feel ill but when the fourth son came, she felt some relief but was exhausted and sore. Her knees were stiff and she began to feel her back strain. 

Mr. Cheng spoke in Chinese to his sons and they all filed out. He lifted Clare onto the bed and she felt a great relief. However it was not for long as Mr. Cheng descended upon her and began to kiss and suck her beautiful breasts. He moved to her mouth and kissed her passionately. In the meantime, Clare felt his hardened rod gently enter her pussy. In a slow, careful motion, Mr. Cheng developed a rhythm that was to their mutual satisfaction. Clare's body automatically responded to each thrust. She began to moan deeply and breathlessly to Mr Cheng's actions. She could feel her juices beginning to gather and at the same time she could tell that Mr Cheng was close to cumming. 

"Oh my God. Oh my God," was all Clare could utter as her "lover" pounded her. Mr. Cheng was getting excited too and breathless. He prolonged his pleasure for as long as he could. Finally his cum exploded inside Clare and at the same time Clare climaxed causing them both to scream with ecstatic joy. Sheer exhaustion made Clare close her eyes and moments later she fell asleep followed rapidly by Mr Cheng.

****

The following morning Clare was woken suddenly by the strange feeling in her arse. As she slowly came round she realised that one of Mr Cheng's sons was ramming his rod deep into her. Clare also realised she was on her belly facing another huge cock that was forced into her waiting mouth. Her hands too were pulled into action as a cock was placed in each of them. Although she was tired, she knew what she had to do. Never in a million years could she imagine she would be naked in front of four young men and fucking them and getting fucked. Although her husband, Tom, was older, she never strayed. Now she was forced to fuck to save his job and her position in the community. 

"What a nightmare," 

The pounding continued in her arse with relentless vigour. She slowly developed a rhythm with her hand job actions and her arms began to ache. Finally an eruption of cum in both hands and yells of satisfaction brought her some relief. Her "lovers" smeared her luscious breasts with their cum in a final act of triumph. At the same time, Clare could feel her arse becoming flooded as her anal "lover" climaxed also.

The young men got out of the bed and at the sight of their fully dressed father, bowed respectfully and filed out of the room, leaving Clare exhausted and humiliated.

"You have done well, Ms. Prince," said Mr. Cheng in his charming Chinese accent. 

"When you are dressed, I will have you returned to your car. The contract with our firm is safe for another while. Your husband will be pleased?"

The latter part of his statement sounded like a question.

Clare, both disgusted with herself and humiliated, said nothing. Truth be told, Tom would divorce her and leave her without a penny. She had never revealed her true past to Tom. Instead she spun a web of lies and now became part of her own trap. Her clothes had been placed neatly on a nearby chair. She simply dressed hurriedly and ran to the front door. The limo was waiting and she was taken to Mr. Wu's mansion, got into her car and drove home in anger. As soon as she arrived home Clare ran upstairs, stripped and entered the shower and had a long soak, hoping somehow it clean not just her sticky body, but the stains of humiliation as well.

Like Penny and Joann, she too wept as the jets of hot steamy water struck her body and she wondered how long this nightmare would last.

To be continued...



Directors' Wives Ch. 03



It had been six months since John Mason had stamped his authority in the transport company he had inherited from his late father. By coercion and blackmail he had kept the other three directors, Bill Stanley, Bob Landon and Tom Prince in line. What they were unaware of was that their respective wives, Penny, Joann and Clare were being used by Mason as sex slaves in order to maintain the various partnership contracts. He had blackmailed all three into his sexual web by threatening to expose sordid events of their lives. The three of them were still unaware of each other's troubles. Mason had been clever in keeping them apart. 

Chapter 1: Bill And Penny Go On Holiday

In the past six months, Penny had been forced to have sex with John Mason and provide various sexual services to visiting colleagues of Jack Randall, contracts boss of the Eastern General Transport company, based in Boston. It had been quiet in the last few weeks and Penny hoped that she would at least have a respite from Christmas and New Year. Indeed, when Bill told her of his plans to take her to Boston with him she was ecstatic. She hugged him. "Oh Bill. That's a wonderful surprise. Will I get to do much shopping?"

Bill laughed. "Of course, dear. Why else would I take you?"

Although Bill was twenty-eight years Penny's senior, he loved his wife very much and thirty-two year old Penny reciprocated that love. She was troubled though. Mason had dug deep into her past and found out about her brief erotic movie career which she used to put herself through nursing college. If that wasn't bad enough she was unfortunate to be seen and photographed by Mason in a compromising position with a young handsome doctor. She was generally faithful to Bill but sometimes she desperately yearned for someone younger and this weakness led to her being blackmailed by Mason. Her various sexual liaisons with Mason and the others weighed heavily on her mind. This holiday, she felt, would be just the thing to get away from it all and she was looking forward to it with excitement.

***

Penny slept for most of the flight. The taxi ride to the hotel was exciting for Penny. She had never been to the States, let alone Boston and the sight of the large department stores gave her a girlish excitement. Another new experience was the snow. It was a rare thing where she lived and then only light. Here in Boston it was a way of life. The snowploughs were all over the city, keeping the main streets clear.

When they booked into the hotel, Bill was handed a message that his meeting with Jack Randall was set for tomorrow at noon. They had the night to themselves and Bill explained that Penny would have time to shop at her leisure. The mention of Jack Randall's name though made her uneasy although she kept her fears to herself.

The following morning at breakfast, Bill and Penny were picked up by a chauffeur. When they arrived at Jack Randall's Headquarters, Bill explained to Penny that the driver would take her shopping. 

It was late in the evening when Penny returned with a large number of parcels. The chauffeur and the bell boy were kind enough to help her. She was about to tip the bell boy when the chauffer went to his pocket and did so.

"Mr Randall insisted I help you in any way ma'am."

That name sent shudders down Penny's spine. She began to examine some of her treasured purchases when a knock came to the door. When she opened it she was shocked to see a tall man in a grey three piece suit standing in front of her. She was shocked because he was one of the men who had gangbanged her six months ago.

"Hallo nurse baby," he said with a grin.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Mr Randall has need of your 'services'."

"But he's meeting my husband."

"That's right, he is. But Mr Randall has plans of his own for you. Just follow me."

"Where are we going?"

"To Mr Randall's private suite."

"But my husband..."

"Won't be back until tomorrow. He's staying overnight at the boss's place because of the storm. You'll have plenty of time," grinned the tall man.

'Now what?' thought Penny in despair.

When they arrived at the penthouse suite, Penny's companion knocked gently and then entered the room with Penny. A handsome looking man in his late thirties stood before them.

"Ah, Councilman. This is a gift from Mr Randall," pointing to Penny.

"Oh, thank him for me and tell him he has my assurances on the contract."

He signalled Penny to follow him into the bedroom. He took her overcoat and placed it neatly over a chair and began to kiss her passionately, gently pushing her onto the bed. 

Penny felt her blouse falling open and this handsome stranger began to travel to her neck, kissing and sucking as he went. His warm hands pushed up her low cut, black lace bra, exposing her firm breasts. In spite of herself, couldn't resist a moan as he gently licked and sucked her right breast. The tingling sensation as his tongue moved between her breasts excited her and she moaned heavily as he did so. Penny was so caught up in her lust with this man that when he moved to her slim waist and put his hand to the zip in her skirt, she simply lifted her arse and allowed him to pull it from her body, along with her knickers and tights. He spread her legs and drilled his tongue between her trimmed pussy lips and into her clit.

"Aaaargh" she exhaled, as his tongue gently probed her love box. Suddenly it stopped as the young man stood up and began to undress. Penny took this opportunity to remove her knee high boots, tights and knickers and lay back on her back awaiting this wonderful lover's assault on her naked body.

She didn't have to wait long as he mounted her and with that same gentleness he inserted his huge cock inside her and began to pound her. His gentle pounding picked up speed at each stroke and Penny's body reacted with an equal rhythm. Their breathing deepened and the heat of their bodies generated almost electrifying perspiration. 

Penny felt her love juices gather and could feel that her "lover" was close to climax. She was so lost in her lust she began to shout, "Oh my God, come on, come on," over and over. Finally as his cum and her own juices collided, they both sighed with relief and deep sexual satisfaction. Exhausted, they both fell into a sound sleep.

The following morning, as the sunlight pierced the curtains of the room, Penny woke up to find the man gone. She got dressed and saw a note on the table.

You were a wonderful fuck. Jack doesn't disappoint.

It wasn't signed.

Penny left the room and headed to her own room. As she stopped at her door, tears flowed down her eyes. 'Dear God. What have I done?' she thought.

"Are you alright Madam?" 

It was a man in clerical dress, in his thirties.

"What? Oh yes. Thank you, err, Father."

"Perhaps you'd like to talk about what troubles you?"

"I'm afraid I'm an unbeliever, Father."

"Oh, that's alright. I listen to all sorts of trouble."

"Nothing can help me. Thank you anyway."

"Well, I'm down the hall if you change your mind. May I say something to you? Have courage. Sometimes, things are not what they seem."

When she entered her room, Penny undressed, showered and changed. She pondered the priest's words over breakfast 'Sometimes, things are not what they seem'. It was a strange thing to say. Somehow though, the words gave her some hope. She enjoyed the rest of her holiday with Bill. They even made passionate love something they hadn't done in years.

Back in England, it had been a wonderful Christmas and new year for Penny. They had a large gathering at their house of neighbours and friends for a Christmas party and they celebrated the new year with Bill's brother and his wife in Spain.

***

It was a few days after returning home from Spain when Penny arrived home from the gym that her world crashed to the ground. When she entered the house she was shocked to see John Mason sitting comfortably on the settee in the living room.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get out!" she yelled.

"You forget, Penny dear, I own the mortgage on this house and besides, your loving husband would be more than a little upset if he knew about your pornographic past, not to mention your little shag with that doctor. What was his name?"

"Alright. What do you want?"

"You know what I want. I'm going to fuck you."

"Please. Haven't I done enough?"

"You haven't seen anything yet," he grinned and dragged the unwilling woman upstairs to the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, Mason looked Penny up and down. "You look real sexy in that tracksuit. I bet your trainer really appreciates those curvy tits."

"You bastard," yelled a reddening Penny and lashed out at him but he caught her two hands and pinned her to the bed on her back. Using one hand to hold her hands, Mason pulled the zip on the front of Penny's tracksuit top.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded.

"Oh I have to, Penny dear. After all, it's part of our bargain. Wow, look at this, no bra. I bet the trainer loves that."

Penny was about to speak when she was stifled by his mouth as he kissed her. Proceeding down her neck to her bare breasts, he sucked and licked in a frantic rhythm. Moving down her waist, he simply pulled her tracksuit bottoms and knickers down together and climbed on top of her, inserting his huge dick. He began slowly and with each stroke, picked up the pace. 

As with her previous encounter with John Mason, Penny Stanley simply could not resist. Her body simply surrendered to his movement and reacted in tandem with it. "Oh God. Keep going. Keep going," she repeated several times, gasping for breath on each occasion. She felt he was close to cumming and her own climax was almost upon her too. Finally, with a deep sigh of sexual fulfilment both orgasmed together.

After several moments Mason got out of bed and got dressed. He spoke again.

"Your not bad at all Penny dear. I do look forward to fucking you in the future." He left the room and headed downstairs to his car. 

After about ten minutes Penny got out of bed and went to the en suite shower. She scrubbed herself not only as a frantic effort to somehow to wash away this defilement of her body but as an act of self reproach for giving in so easily. The jets of steamy water hid the tears rolling down her eyes as she wondered if this nightmare was ever going to end.

Part 2 Joann's Winter Tale

Like Penny Stanley, the past six months for Joann Landon had been a period of sexual enslavement, firstly to John Mason and then to Otto Schmitt and his various visiting colleagues.

Otto Schmitt was in charge of contracts for the Schleswig Transport Company based in Bremerhaven, Germany. Now just three weeks from Christmas, Bob surprised Joann with the announcement of a skiing holiday in Germany. They would stay in Munich and Joann could look forward to Christmas shopping in the markets. She was ecstatic. She hugged Bob. "Oh Bob, darling. I do love you."

***

Their flight to Munich was uneventful. The snow in Munich was falling heavily as they left the terminal building. Bob snapped his fingers. "Taxi," he called and to Joann's surprise and delight, a large sleigh drawn by two horses arrived in front of them.

"What's this?" asked Joann excitedly.

"Our transport to the castle," replied Bob.

"Castle?"

We're staying at Castle Bronstein, just five miles away."

Joann was overawed by the sheer beauty of the picturesque landscape before her. The snow capped mountains, frozen lakes and snow drifts in the woods were just like Christmas cards.

When they arrived at the Bavarian castle, a young man and woman, both in their early twenties came forward and took their luggage. Another young woman spoke to Bob and Joann in a German accent. 

"Welcome to Castle Bronstein. Please follow me," and she led them to a stately room. The giant four poster bed made Joann gasp.

"Oh Bob. It's so wonderful," and hugged him.

"Herr Hammerstein has arranged dinner at six, if that is convenient?" said the young woman.

"That will be fine, thank you," responded Bob and the young woman left them to settle in.

"Who's Herr Hammerstein?"

"He's a friend and colleague of Otto Schmitt. He owns this place."

'Otto Schmitt,' the name sent a shudder down Joann's back and suddenly she felt uneasy.

Bob introduced Joann to Karl and Greta Hammerstein. They both in their early forties and Karl Hammerstein very handsome and his wife was very beautiful observed Joann. The meal was wonderful and conversation was frank and pleasant. Carl Hammerstein invited Bob on a deer hunt on the estate in the morning and Bob accepted with joy. Joann decided she would rest tomorrow.

The following morning, Bob set off with the others on the hunt. Penny stayed in their room until after ten and then showered. She was about to go downstairs to explore the castle grounds when she heard a knock at the door. She was shocked when she opened it and Otto Schmitt stood before her.

"Good morning, Frau Landon," he said with a grin.

"Please, Herr Schmitt. My husband..."

"Hammerstein will keep him away for hours. You have a contract to fulfil."

He pushed his way past Joann and closed the door.

"You are indeed a very beautiful woman, Joann. Your husband is very fortunate."

Otto Schmitt pushed Joann towards the bedroom then grabbed her head and kissed her passionately. With his free hand he proceeded to unbutton her white blouse. When it was opened sufficiently he pushed his hand through the gap and gently squeezed her bra covered right breast. It gave Joann a slight start and she gave a slight yelp. 

Otto pushed her onto the bed and continued his kissing and worked his way to her neck. Even if Joann wanted to, she couldn't resist. As much as Joann detested him and detested what she was doing, Otto Schmitt was the handsome lover she fantasised about and she submitted accordingly. He made his way to her bra and lifted it up, exposing her wonderful breasts that were just waiting to be sucked and licked. This he did at intervals, making Joann sigh with satisfaction. The tingling sensation of being licked on her naked waist made her exclaim, "Oh my God." This she repeated several times. 

Joann took the opportunity to discard her blouse and bra when Otto began to remove her slacks and knickers. Otto himself swiftly undressed and mounted Joann gently. He parted her long, smooth, silky legs and eased his hardened dick through her pussy lips and began at a gentle rhythmic pace. The pace picked up with each stroke and Joann's body reacted to it with increased excitement. Her rhythm matched his. They began to breath heavily and perspire. Joann could feel her juices beginning to built. She could feel too, that Otto was close to cumming. Finally both of them exhaled deeply with relief and joy as they orgasmed together, leaving them breathless.

After a few moments of silently gathering their thoughts, Otto spoke."Frau Landon, you are a wonderful lover. Unfortunately I must go now. Be assured that the contract is safe for another while," and he got up, got dressed and left, leaving Joann with mixed feelings. On one hand he was handsome and the type of lover she craved and on the other she was angry that she was simply being used to safeguard her husband's job and her own lifestyle. The rest of the trip was uneventful for Joann. But she did at least enjoy the shopping experience.

It was a week after she arrived home that she was confronted by John Mason. As she drove her car into the drive, Joann noticed a car stopping outside her gate. It had been behind her for the last mile or so. She had not paid any notice until it stopped outside the house and to her despair John Mason got out with a grin of expectation and lust.

"Hallo Joann. Been a long time?"

"Not long enough. What do you want?" she asked, though she could guess the answer.

"Now, now Joann. That's ungrateful. After all you had a free holiday and from what I heard a good ride."

"You bastard," yelled Joann and went to strike him only to be stopped by his strong hand grabbing her arm and then twisting it and forcing her into the house.

"Now you listen to me 'Professor', one word from me and not only will your precious Bob be out of a job but you won't be able to live around here any more. The people round here are very conservative. They don't forgive past sins."

He sat on the sofa and surveyed her.

"Take off your clothes, Professor"

'Professor' ,that title haunted Joann. Mason had somehow discovered her affair with a student and her reason for resigning and changing her name. Now her past had trapped her. 

Joann sighed in defeat. She unbuttoned her chequered blouse and pulling it from her jeans, dropped it to the floor, revealing her low cut black lace bra that complemented the curves of her breasts. She slipped off her shoes and unsnapping her jeans, simply allowed them to slide down, exposing her long slim legs and matching thong. As she stood naked before him she was tempted to try and cover up. She was prempted. 

"Play with your tits. Make them hard." As she did so, Mason stripped.

"Now get over here and on your knees. Start sucking," and he forced his huge organ deep inside her mouth. He bobbed her head in and out with his hand as she sucked.

"Mmmm," was all she could utter. He pulled her head away.

"Ok. That's enough. Don't want to cum just yet," he said, breathing heavily. "Lie down on the sofa."

He climbed on top of Joann and drove his hardened cock deep inside her pussy and pounded her relentlessly. When his hot cum exploded inside her, Joann did not react. This was one time she did not enjoy it. 

"Well Joann, or 'Professor' I must say you really are a good fuck." He got dressed and left without another word. Joann sat up and cried. She ran to the shower and scrubbed her body with vigour in an effort to some how rid herself of her defilement by this vile monster, John Mason.

Part 3 Clare's Chinese New Year

Clare and Tom Prince were having dinner when, during the course of their conversation, Tom announced he was going to London for a few days and suggested Clare accompany him and do some shopping. Clare was delighted.

"Oh, that would be wonderful, darling, thank you."

"We can celebrate the new year there too."

"But Tom, new year's was a few weeks ago." 

Tom laughed. "I know dear. I'm not senile. We'll celebrate the Chinese new year. There's a Chinese business exhibition being held and Mr Wu has invited us to use his top suite in the hotel while we are there."

'Mr Wu,' thought Clare. That name sent shivers down her back. Thanks to Mason digging up her past, especially her accidental killing of her attempted rapist, Gordon Benfield and the fact that her real name was Angela Wilson. Although she was cleared of murder, she was stigmatised, especially when the word got round of Benfield's embezzlement which she had been framed for. Mason had obtained this information and blackmailed her into being a sex slave for both him and Mr Wu as well as some of his associates. It had been a horrible six months for her. Apprehensive as she was, Clare tried to remain enthusiastic and not show Tom that there was anything wrong.

***

That Monday Tom and Clare travelled by train to London and after a short taxi ride arrived at their hotel. The Manager instructed the porter to take their bags to Mr Wu's suite. When the entered the suite both Tom and Clare were astonished at the luxury. Tom whistled. "He really knows how to live."

That night they had dinner in the restaurant after a show and they made love after retiring. 

The following morning Tom took Clare shopping and explained he would be at a meeting with Mr Wu that afternoon. He suggested she take in a show at the nearby theatre and he would take her to the embassy party later in the evening.




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Taking Tom's advice, Clare changed and wore a dress she had bought in one of the boutiques she had visited and was about to leave for the show when there was a knock at the room door. A small young Chinese man stood at the door. Clare recognised him at once as one of Mr Wu's sons. Clare was stunned.

The young man bowed. "Good afternoon Ms Prince. I am Lee Wu. My father is right. You are a beautiful woman."

"Please, Mr Wu. I'm going to a concert."

"My father would be most disappointed if he heard you had not fulfilled the contract. After all, why do you think you have his suite?" He gave a sinister grin.

"But my husband..."

"Will be busy for hours yet," and he pushed his way passed her and into the room.

Lee Wu grabbed a reluctant Clare by her head and kissed her passionately, pushing her onto the king sized, four poster bed. He pulled her on her side and putting his hand behind her back pulled down the zip of her blue dress. He pulled it from her arms, revealing her low cut black lace bra. 

Clare could see the lust in his eyes as he momentarily paused to stare at her cleavage. She blushed with embarrassment because she had worn her sexiest underwear with the intention of seducing Tom after the party and certainly not for Mr Wu's son. He removed the whole dress, exposing Clare's black garter belt with matching tong and black stockings. He pushed her bra up and began to lick and suck her nipples. The gentle sensation of his tongue tingling made her moan. He worked his way to her slim waist, licking and sucking as he went. He halted just before her pussy and pulled her tong down. When his tongue drilled through her trimmed pussy lips, Clare lost control and was plunged into a world of lust. "Oh my God," she repeated over and over. 

Lee Wu had undressed and gently inserted his hardened rod deep inside Clare. 

The rhythm was a slow one that slowly accelerated with each stroke. 

Clare's body began to react and matched this young man's movements. She had gripped his bare hips as if to guide his actions. Both of them began to breath deeper and deeper as the pounding continued.

Clare could feel her juices were starting to build. She felt too that Lee Wu was close to cumming. 

"Come on. Come on," she yelled in a lust filled excitement. They began to perspire as their body heat increased with the rhythm.

Finally Clare felt the burning sensation as his cum exploded inside her and her own love juices collided with it, leaving them both breathless.

After a few moments, in which they gathered their breaths, Lee Wu spoke.

"My father was right. You are a good lover." He got up, got dressed and left without another word. 

Still in shock, Clare got up and showered, the steamy jets of hot water hid her tears.

Later that evening, Tom and Clare went to the embassy party. Clare had to endure the embarrassment of Tom "introducing" Chao Wu and his son, Lee. They each squeezed her hand as she shook theirs. She was also sandwiched between them at the table as they had their meal. Both kept putting their hands on her legs. She was grateful at least that she had chosen a long green cocktail dress rather than a skirt. Other than that the night was enjoyable.

A week after the party, Clare was sunbathing in the back garden, taking advantage of the unusually warm spring day when she heard a familiar, and very unwelcome voice behind her. 

"Hallo Clare."

Clare jumped up from her inflatable bed and covered herself with her wrap.

"Who let you in here Mason? Get out this instant or I'll call the police."

"Tut, tut. Temper, temper. Go ahead and call them, all I'm doing is collecting due payment."

"Due payment?"

"You know what I mean," and he pulled the wrap from her body, revealing her slim body and sexy red string bikini.

"You really look good in a bikini. You shouldn't be shy about it," grinned Mason.

"Look. Haven't I done enough? How much more will this go on?"

"It'll go on for as long as I want it," and with that her grabbed her head and kissed her luscious red lips. Initially, Clare beat his chest in protest but almost as if she realised her actions were futile, she simply surrendered. Mason undid her bikini bra with ease and began to suck her breast ravenously. He pushed her onto the inflatable bed and continued sucking and licking, moving from right to left and back again and at the same time he rapidly undressed. As he travelled down her body, Clare began to moan softly at the tingling sensation of his tongue. She offered no resistance as he undid her bikini bottoms, indeed, she eased her arse up so he could totally remove them. When his tongue went through her trimmed pussy lips and excited her clit, she became lost in total lust. "Oh fuck, yes. More, please, more," she pleaded.

Mason inserted his huge, hardened dick and began to slowly pound her. The speed increased with each stroke and the actions and reactions became mutually rhythmic. Soon both were lost in their own battle to reach that ultimate sexual goal of the perfect climax. Their breathing became deeper and the heat of the sun conspired with their own body heat to make them perspire profusely. Eventually, they orgasmed together, giving a huge sigh both relief and sexual satisfaction.

After a few moments, in which both gasped for breath and gathered their thoughts, Mason spoke. "You know Clare babe, you really are a good fuck." He got up and dressed. "We'll have to do this again soon." He left without another word.

Clare suddenly came back to reality and realised she had just been fucked by Mason in her back garden. She just hoped none of the neighbours had seen or heard them. She got up and as she had done after her sexual encounter with Lee Wu, went to the shower to try and somehow scrub the filth of this parasite from her body. As she did so, Clare despaired and wondered was this nightmare ever going to end. Once again the water hid her tears.

Part 4 Storm clouds Gather- Revelations

Three months after her Boston trip, Penny Stanley drove her car into the drive of her two storey home having completed her half shift at the hospital. It had only been for six hours but it had been long and tiring. She looked forward to a long soak in the tub and a night's rest. She was surprised to see Bill's car in the driveway, along with another parked beside it. When she went inside the house Bill was talking to two women.

"Ah Penny. You're home, good," and kissed his wife on the cheek. 

"Penny, this is Superintendent Upton and Sergeant Tyler. They'd like to ask you some questions."

"Questions? About what?"

Superintendent Upton spoke up.,"We're investigating allegations of commercial fraud and bribery, Mrs Stanley. It centres around John Mason and his associates. We're hoping you can fill in some of the blanks regarding your relationship with Mason."

At this, Penny became angry and upset. "Relationship? There is no relationship," and at that point, Penny Stanley broke down and wept bitterly. "Oh dear God," she cried, covering her face with her hands.

"Superintendent, I must protest strongly," said Bill with anger as he held Penny close to him. "Please, give me a moment with my wife."

Both police women left the room.

"Penny, I love you. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes Bill," responded Penny, filled with tension and battling hard to stop crying."

"I want you to tell them everything, Penny, and I mean everything, even Mason's blackmail and how he used you."

Penny was startled. "But how...?"

"I'll explain later. No matter what you have to tell them I will stand by you because I love you dearly and you have given me happiness I thought I'd never have."

"Bill, I've got to tell you before I tell them. Please?" she begged.

Bill nodded and listened passively to the sordid details of her enslavement. He showed no sign of emotion as she detailed everything but Penny knew he was hurt and again she placed her head on his shoulder and cried bitterly. "I'm so, so sorry Bill."

"No my dear. I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have known something was wrong. Like I said, I'll explain later. Now let's get on with the statement. Are you ok?"

Penny nodded.

Bill went to the door and called both police officers in.

"My wife is prepared to make a full and frank statement, Superintendent. And I want you to know that I stand by my wife no matter what." Bill sat beside Penny, clutching her hand and encouraged her.

That night Bill and Penny were in bed. Penny turned to her husband.

"Bill, there's something I don't understand. How did you know about the blackmail?"

Bill looked at his wife and smiled. "Well dear. It happened like this. A few months ago I received a video of your, shall we say, film career, and a note came with it demanding twenty thousand pounds or it would be released to the public."

Penny put her hand to her mouth. "Bill, you didn't...?"

"Of course not. I contacted the police and somehow they traced it back to the crooked detective Mason had used to dig up your past. In return for being dealt with lightly, he revealed details of Mason's bribery and corruption. That brought the Superintendent and her squad into it."

"And your not angry with me? About the film, I mean?"

Bill laughed. "Of course not. It turns me on just thinking about it. My only regret is I should have spoken to you sooner about it but I was afraid I'd lose you."

"Lose me? Oh Bill, if anyone deserves to lose anything it's me," and she put her head on his shoulder.

"No Penny, what you did, you did unwillingly. I know that from what Lieutenant Acton told me."

"Who?"

"He's with the Boston police department. He's been investigating bribery and corruption there too. He said he had seen you in a distressed state in the hotel."

"But I didn't..." Suddenly she remembered. "The priest," she murmured.

"What?"

"I didn't see a policeman but there was a priest."

"That was Acton. He was undercover. Councilman Travers was arrested during the week. We'll have to travel to Boston to give evidence at his trial and we'll take a proper holiday too, eh?"

"Oh Bill," and she hugged him.

"He did tell me to remind you of something."

"Yes?"

"Sometimes things are not always as they seem."

It was then that Penny realised what the young "priest" had meant.

The following day, Bill announced to Penny that he had invited Bob and Joann as well as Tom and Clare for dinner tomorrow night. 

"But I haven't much in."

"Don't worry. I've arranged for caterers to deal with it. Trust me Penny. It'll do you the world of good."

The dinner was a rousing success. It had been first time the directors' wives had been together socially. After the dinner they all retired to the library for drinks. Penny noticed Bill giving a discreet nod to Bob, who, in turn, held Joann's hand is if to give her strength. She spoke of the blackmail and humiliation she had endured and as she tried to hold back the tears, both Penny and Clare rallied to her side to comfort her. Although it upset her, Joann felt a certain relief. Her revelations acted as encouragement for both Penny and Clare as they also revealed their secrets.

Bill then spoke. "I'm sorry we put you through that but Tom, Bob and I felt that you should know that each of you had been used in the same way and that none of you are alone. Also, when the scandal breaks we hope you will be strength for each other."

It was a few days later when the news was revealed that John Mason had been arrested in Uxbridge and that Jack Randall Chao Wu and Jack Randall, were arrested in a joint Interpol investigation, along with several local politicians and officials from the respective countries. That night, Penny and Bill Stanley watched the events unfold on TV.

"So what happens now?" asked Penny.

"Well. There'll be trials and we'll have to give evidence."

"And the company?"

"It'll probably be wound up. Don't worry, Penny. There'll be a gap in the transport market. Bob, Tom any myself feel we can raise the capital to set up together. I may be sixty Penny, but there's life in this old dog yet."

"Oh Bill. You're not old," and she kissed her husband.

"It's nice of you to say so, my dear. How about an early night?" he said with a smile and a wink, and both headed up the stairs, switching off the light and closing the living room door as they went.



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Again she was cut short. John handed her a slip of paper. 

"Be at this address at eight tomorrow night."

Joann rose.

"Just a moment. I didn't say we were finished. Get your clothes off."

"What? " Joann replied in shock. 

"I said strip, and remember, you don't have a choice."

Joann knew the game was up. She stood up and started to unbutton her jacket. Suddenly she stopped.

"How do I know you won't reveal all this anyway?"

"You don't. In my view you simply have no choice."

Joann knew he was right. She had no choice so she resumed undressing. Removing her blouse revealed her low cut black lace bra. It made John hard. Her luscious breasts were there for the picking. She slipped her shoes off and pushed her pants down revealing her black thong. She hesitated opening her bra, until John nodded as if answering a question silently. Unhooking the bra, she dropped it to the ground. She finally placed her hands to her sides and eased her thong down. John was amazed at her totally bare pussy as hestared at his latest victim and admired her luscious naked form. He led her by the hand to the couch and directed her to lie on her back. He undressed and with schoolboy excitement descended upon her. He moved his mouth to hers and locked them both with a deep passionate kiss. He kissed her neck, continuing with a rhythm down to her breasts and began to lick around her hardened nipples, making Joann moan uncontrollably . 

"Oh God" several times.

She totally surrendered her body. Although she shouldn't, be she was enjoying it. He drove his hardened cock into her pussy, which only increased her excitement. He pounded and pounded. All Joann could do was moan "Oh my God" several times. With each one uttered her voice increased with excitement and joy. The pressure and pleasure built for both of them and in the end neither cared who was forced to do what. They were caught in an epic sexual battle that neither wanted to end. Finally however, they both came. Joann screamed "Aaargh" as John's hot cum and her own love juices collided causing an electric style reaction that produced for Joann a joyous satisfaction she had not had for a long time. Both "lovers" lay there breathless for several minutes. John got up.

"Alright get dressed. You'll do."

Joann was suddenly brought back to earth. She felt she had auditioned for a porn movie. 

"Be at this address at seven, tomorrow night. You will be interviewed for a job at the house, so dress appropriately. Fuck Schmitt and get that contract. Now get out."

In contrast to Penny, Joann did not cry. She was angry and certainly felt humiliated but knew she had no choice but to play along. Her past had come back to haunt her in ways she never imagined possible, and she was trapped by this little bastard as a result. When Joann left, Otto Schmitt entered through the door leading to the other office.

"Well Otto?"

"Magnificent" replied Otto in his German accent. " She will be perfect for my sister and I." 

He signed the contract and left.

*****

Joann dressed in a smart striped skirt business suit. She drove to the address given. w It was a country estate, with a long winding drive , about twenty miles North of her home. Eventually a huge mansion came into view. She walked up the steps and rang the bell. After a brief pause, the door opened and a tall, mature man with fair hair stood before her. He was clearly the butler.

"Ah, you are the young woman to be interviewed by Mistress Freda. This way please." He spoke in a very cultured German accent. He led Joann down the hall and stopped at a large door. 

"Wait here, please."

He gently tapped at the door and entered, closing it behind him. After a moment the door opened again and he beckoned Joann to enter. She saw a man, presumably Otto Schmitt sitting at a desk and a slightly younger woman sitting beside him. Joann thought she was his wife. It was a surprise to her when he introduced this young woman as his sister. Otto Schmitt explained to Joann that she would be his sister's maid. He pressed the buzzer at his desk. The butler entered.

"Fredrick, This is Madam's new maid. Show her to her quarters and instruct her."

"Very good sir." 

He bowed respectfully and beckoned to Joann to follow him. He led her up the spiral stairs to a room. When they entered the room, Joann could see a maid's outfit laid out on the four poster bed. Fredrick turned to her.

"You will dress in this uniform. Your duty is to assist the mistress in dressing for the party and ahem, other duties." 

"What other duties?" she asked.

"That, you will learn later. When you are commanded by the mistress you will simply respond, 'Yes Madam,' and comply. Is that understood?"

"Yes." responded Joann in a puzzled voice.

"Put the uniform on. The mistress will be up soon to change for the reception."

Joann put the maid's uniform on. It was an ordinary uniform, complete with hat, nothing kinky here.

The door of the room opened and Otto's sister entered.

"I will change for dinner now."

"Yes Madam."

"I will wear the blue dress," pointing to the dress hanging on the rack.

"Yes Madam." 

Joann retrieved the dress and placed it neatly on the chair.

"Undress me." 

"Yes Madam." Joann responded in an uneasy tone.

She went behind her mistress and unzipped her green dress. Her mistress wriggled her arms allowing it to drop to the ground and stepped out of it.

Joann was amazed at the sexy underwear of blue lace, low cut bra and matching skimpy thong that covered nothing of her mistress's arse cheeks. What happened next, Joann was totally unprepared for as her mistress suddenly swung round, took Joann's head firmly with her hand and pushed her mouth towards her own and planted a deep passionate kiss, wrapping her tongue round Joann's. The kiss lasted seemed to last forever. Joann thought she would suffocate until eventually she was released and felt like she came up for air. 

Joann's reprieve was short lived however as her mistress, placing her hands at Joann's back, firmly gripped the back of her uniform and ripped the material, literally tearing the uniform from her body, exposing Joann's own sexy black lace bra and matching knickers. Joann's "assailant" pushed her onto the bed and like a crazed, sex starved woman, pounced on her prey. 

Joann was shocked. Although she was no stranger to lesbianism, she was usually in control. Now the tables were turned. Her mistress continued to kiss her full lips. She worked down gently to her neck.

The front of Joann's bra opened and she could feel an incredible sensation as tongue action around her bare nipples and her firm breasts began to excite her.

"Oooooh" Joann moaned deeply.

Her lover travelled down her now naked body to her pussy. Joann could feel a tongue gently massaging her pussy. It was so sensational for her. It had never like this with any of her lesbian lovers. 

"Oh my God, oh my God," Joann repeated breathlessly.

She thought she would climax there and then. In her ecstatic state she did not hear Otto come in . The tongue action suddenly stopped.

"Oh Otto. She's wonderful. Thank you. You are a wonderful brother."

"You're welcome, Freda dear, and happy birthday."

It was only then Joann realised that Otto was naked.

Freda moved further up and forced her shaven pussy to Joann's mouth. Joann knew exactly what to do. She slowly began to lick to the right and then to the left, gradually developing a systematic rhythm. At the same time, Joann felt a hardened cock, presumably Otto's, gently enter her own pussy. It too was a slow movement, gradually developing into a steady rhythm.

All three lovers began to moan deeply. Each moan from all three corresponded to their physical interaction with each other. "Oooooh" came from Otto and Freda and "Mmmm" came from Joann. Their physical exertions drove the heat up and they all began to perspire.

Joann's juices began to flow and Otto's cum exploded inside her. Joann was unable to scream as Freda's pussy muffled her.

Freda finally climaxed and she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

"Oh how wonderful." 

Joann was breathless and exhausted. Freda got up and put a robe on.

"I shall leave you to your pleasure, Otto," as she smiled and left the room.

Joann knew Otto had spent his load so she thought that there could not be more to come. This did not stop Otto Schmitt. He grabbed Joann and pressed her close to him and began passionately kissing her. He travelled down her neck, to her ample breasts and began to systematically lick and suck them gently. Each gentle stroke emitted a moan of satisfaction from Joann. His caresses between her breasts almost drove her wild.

"Oh my God, oh my God. More, please, more." 

Joann was lost in the throes of deep passion. She didn't care that this man was not Bob. Bob was and never could be like this. She had had several lovers too. None of them was like this man. 

"Ooooh," was all she could say. This went on for what seemed like hours. Otto seemed to be quite recovered from his earlier eruption because Joann felt his hard cock enter her again with the same gentleness as before. Again he rhythmically drove in and out, much to Joann's delight and pleasure. This time he withdrew, just as he was about to cum, much to her disappointment. He put his near exploding cock between her breasts. There was an eruption of hot cum onto and between her breasts. Both lovers screamed at once. 

Joann licked her lover's cum from her breasts with relish. Otto, at the same time, went to Joann's pussy and began to gently lick and suck , with systematic strokes. His expert love making amazed Joann. His actions prolonged her pleasure to the maximum, until finally, her juices could not hold back and burst forth as if a dam had burst.

"Aaaargh," she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

Joann was amazed at Otto's stamina and sexual appetite. He resumed his kissing and sucking of her body. She felt her whole body strain under the pressure. She knew she couldn't last much longer. Finally, Otto exhaled a long gasp of air. He looked at Joann with an approving smile, blinked his eyes and promptly fell asleep. Joann remained awake for just a short time. She thought of all that had occurred in the last few hours. These thoughts alone made her sleepy and eventually the exhaustion crept in. She also fell asleep.

The following morning, Joann woke to the sounds of moaning. When she collected her thoughts she remembered where she was. It was a shock to her when she turned and saw a naked Freda on top of her naked brother Otto and he was sucking her nipples.

"Oh Otto, it is wonderful, don't stop."

Neither of them was aware that Joann had awoken. Joann suddenly jerked and Freda looked down at her.

"Ah, our kitten has discovered our little secret, Otto. What should we do, my love?"

"What you want to do, Freda ,dear?" responded Otto.

"Of course, darling." replied Freda, with a smile as she went for Joann's legs and spread them. With gentle care and expert rhythm, Freda began to massage Joann's pussy lips with her hand and then with equal care and gentleness her tongue pierced her. Simultaneously, Otto pushed his hard cock into her mouth. 

Freda's expert tongue action seemed to stimulate Joann's own desires. When she bobbed her head in and out on Otto's cock, it seemed to correspond with Freda's rhythm . When Joann's orgasm erupted all she could do was gargle as Otto's cum flooded her mouth at the same time.

"We all need to clean up," said Freda.

They led an almost stunned Joann to the shower. As the jets of steamy water hit Joann, she began to become more aware of her surroundings. She had not up to now appreciated what had gone on before, especially with this brother and sister. She had no more time to think as Freda began to lick Joann's soap covered nipples. Joann responded by gently placing her hand to Freda's head and leading her to her mouth and landing a deep, passionate kiss upon Freda's luscious lips. Otto simply watched as an audience for a few brief moments, then left the shower. After several more moments kissing, Freda broke off.

"Come. It time for breakfast."

They dressed and went down to the dining room. After the meal, Otto Schmitt spoke.

"Well my dear, you give a wonderful service. I know we can rely on your discretion. I am assured also of your future service."

Joann looked at him in surprise.

"Oh no, Herr Schmitt. You don't understand. I am simply doing a favour for a friend."

Otto cut her off.

"Oh no Frau Landon, you don't understand. The contract is only valid as long as you continue your services to me, my family and friends. That I have been assured by Herr Mason."

Joann rose in anger.

"Damn you and damn Mason."" she yelled.

" I suggest you leave now, Frau Landon. When you have calmed down you will realise you have no choice in the matter."

Joann ran to her car. For the first time tears streamed down her face. She had been strong up to now. Now her perfect world had crashed.

"How could this happen?" she thought. A quiet life as a housewife in luxury had been turned upside down and all because of her own stupidity. Joann wept bitterly as she drove away.

Part 4

Clare

On Thursday morning, Clare Prince returned from her morning jog just as her phone rang. It was John Mason asking her to be in his office by two. He stressed it was very important and concerned Tom's career. It puzzled her as to why she should be involved.

Clare arrived at the office just before two. John's secretary buzzed at let him know she was here.

"Ok. Send her in."

His secretary opened the door to John's office and Clare entered. She was nervous. She was unaware of what had happened with Penny and Joann but she knew she didn't like or trust him. She had noticed him often leering at her lustfully. She knew too that this couldn't be good. 

"Ah Clare, please, sit down."

She did so nervously.

"I don't understand, what is so important that you need me?"

"It's the Chinese contract. I want it and you're going to get it for me."

"But Tom is dealing with that."

John raised his hand.

"Tom is getting a free tour of China right now."

"How do you expect me to get it? I'm no business woman."

"I expect you to fuck Mr Wu for it."

For a brief moment, Clare sat shocked and then rose in rage.

"You're out of your fucking mind."

"Sit down."

Something in John Mason's voice frightened Clare. She sat down nervously. She tried to be strong and asked.

"What is this all about?"

"Gordon Benfield."

Clare tried to bluff.

"Gordon Benfield? Who's he?"

"Don't insult my intelligence. You killed him nine years ago."

The memories came back for Clare. Yes, she killed him. She was Angela Wilson then. She was a twenty year old accounting apprentice in an accounting firm of which Benfield was the chief partner. The fact that he was married didn't stop him from being lecherous. He made advances to her and when she refused he tried to rape her. She fought him and he hit his head on a desk. Police and the court accepted her plea but her life was ruined. There had also been embezzlement in the firm she was sure it was Benfield but she was framed for. So she left, changed her name and married Tom. Now it had all surfaced again.

"Alright, Mason What do you want?"

"Be at this address at eight, tomorrow night. Fuck Mr Wu and get that contract."

He handed her the slip of paper. 

Clare rose to her feet and headed for the door.

"We're not finished yet."

Clare turned to face him and was about to speak.

John interrupted her.

"Get naked."

"You've got to be joking."

"You'll soon learn I don't joke. This is purely business. I want to fuck you and check to see you're up to the job."

"You perverted bastard."

"Now you listen to me, and listen to me good. All I have to do is release the information I have. It'll certainly mean the end of your marriage and I think we can safely say the end of your cosy life. It's up to you."

Clare thought about it. 'Mason is right. I'm comfortable now. I don't want to run again.'

"Alright. I'll do it."

She stood up and removed her red jacket and placed it over the chair. She nervously unbuttoned her white blouse, pulled it from her skirt. For a second she paused, hoping in vain for some sort of reprieve. She resumed when none came and placed it over the chair. At the sight of her low cut black lace bra straining with her imprisoned globes, John Mason was already hard. Clare unzipped her short black skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she stepped out of it and slipped off her shoes as well. John was amazed at the skimpy black thong.

"I bet Tom loves that."

Clare blushed.

"Keep going."

She unsnapped her bra and her breasts bounced forth. Her nipples hardened immediately when in contact with the air. Placing her hands on her hips, she eased her thong down and allowed it to fall to the ground, exposing her clean shaven pussy.

John turned in his swivel chair.

"Now come here and suck me."

A humiliated and defeated Clare knelt before him and unzipped his pants and extracted his huge, hardened rod. She placed it in her mouth began to suck. John took her head and pushed it in and out, gradually building a rhythm. 

"Mmmm," Clare mumbled as she continued bobbing in and out.

Just she thought he was going to cum, John pulled out and breathlessly said,

"Not yet," and pushed Clare onto the couch.

He undressed, giving himself time to subside. He mounted Clare and inserted his cock into her bare pussy and began to push in and out. The rhythm was slow at first. It gradually developed into a pleasing rhythm that was both pleasing and enjoyable for Clare. She became so absorbed in her sexual pleasure she screamed.

"Come on you bastard. Keep going. Keep going."

John's own sexual pleasure drove him on. He could feel his cum starting to flow. It exploded inside Clare, whose own orgasm also erupted, creating a volcanic stream of sexual pleasure for both. One thing they did have in common was screaming.

"Aaaargh," together as they came, leaving them both breathless.

After recovering their composure, John and Clare dressed.

"Make sure you're at that address tomorrow night and do what you have do to get that contract."

Clare left, angry and humiliated, but she knew there was nothing she could do but obey.

"Damn, damn, damn," she repeated to herself, sitting behind the wheel of her car as tears began to appear in her eyes. She drove away fearing what was to come.

Just after Clare left, the door leading to the next office opened and a short Asian man entered.

"Well, Mr Wu?"

"A magnificent specimen. A wonderful addition to my little harem."

"Now Mr. Wu, we agreed. She is only available for tomorrow night and to you and your friends on agreed nights."

Mr. Wu tapped John's shoulder.

"Just joking, my boy."

He signed the contract and left.

*****

The following night, Clare drove to the address John had given. It was just half an hour by car. The large house was enclosed by a high wall. The gate opened automatically as Clare's car approached. She was clearly expected. Although it was dark, she could see the oriental style ornaments in the garden. The door was opened and a small Chinese woman in her twenties and in oriental dress greeted Clare in clear English with a Chinese accent. 

"You are very welcome to 'Chao Wu's house of women'." 

"'House of women'?" thought Clare. Later, she realised that the only male she saw was Mr. Wu.

The Chinese woman led Clare upstairs to a bedroom. There were three other women in the bedroom. It was like a royal bedroom, with a four poster bed and these woman appeared to be servants. They were silent and seemed to be waiting for something.




Directors' Wives



Another door opened and a small Chinese man entered. The Chinese women knelt in adoration. He clapped his hand and they rose. He gave orders to them in Chinese. They turned to Clare and began to undress her. She thought of struggling but remembered what Mason had said about doing everything she was told. The four women surrounded her as they undressed her. Her blue business suit and matching pants, blouse, low cut black lace bra and matching knickers were swiftly removed. For a moment at least, with these women surrounding her, Clare felt safe. But Mr. Wu clapped his hands again and the women stood aside, revealing Clare's nakedness. He stared at her lush body and Clare tried to cover her breasts and trimmed pussy but, Mr. Wu gave orders in Chinese and the women filed out.

He walked towards Clare and reaching her, gently, but firmly, put her hands to her sides. He walked around her and seemed to be surveying every inch, every contour of her beautiful body. Clare was on display and she felt humiliated.

"You are a very beautiful woman."

He beckoned her to the bed without another word and she lay down on it. There was no mistaking what he wanted. He had been wearing a red silk dressing down with a large yellow dragon on the back and front. When he discarded it, he was naked. 

Clare was amazed at the size of his hardened cock. It was huge and seemed out of proportion to his small frame. He mounted Clare and began to kiss with enormous passion. She didn't want to, but she responded just as eagerly. The mere physical contact of his smooth skin made Clare's nipples react in an excited way. 

Mr. Wu kissed her neck, her shoulders and finally halted at her magnificent breasts. For a moment he paused, as if in sheer admiration at her enormous assets. He resumed his kissing, sucked gently on her right nipple, then left, systematically switching between the too. It brought deep moaning from Clare.

"Uuuugh" was all she could manage. 

He went between her breasts and licked and kissed, travelling down her bare, slim body. Clare did not care now. She was lost in her own fantasy. A fantasy of a lover seducing her and ravaging her body.

"Oh my God, oh my God."

This, she repeated, many times.

Clare became ecstatic with joy as her "lover" gently pierced her trimmed pussy and gently licked left, then right in a loving, tender way.

Mr Wu was careful not to make Clare climax until he was ready. He eased his swollen cock gently into her pussy and with expert rhythm, began to push in and out. The increasing pace excited both of them. They were now both lost in this world of mutual lust. They both began to moan and scream. Each moan and scream grow louder with each corresponding movement. The friction caused the heat of their bodies to increase and this led to them both to perspire heavily.

Clare's juices began to flow wildly and Mr Wu began to cum. The collision of his hot cum and Clare's juices made them both scream.

"Aaaargh," they exclaimed together. They were both breathless and just sheer, mutual exhaustion, made them sleep.

Next morning, Clare was woken by a sensational feeling in her pussy. She looked down and saw a young Chinese woman in her early twenties, gently caressing it.

"Ooooh." moaned Clare.

The sensation stopped with the sound of clapping hands and a firm order barked in Chinese by Mr. Wu. The young woman bowed respectfully and left. 

He took Clare by the arm and had her kneel before him . His huge, hardened cock was directly in front of her face. There was no mistaking what he wanted.

Clare took this huge piece of manhood and slowly began to suck. She began to bob in and out, all the time noticing Mr. Wu's increasing pleasure with each stroke.

"Mmmmm," she muttered as her rhythm increased. She could feel the first few drops of cum. Finally an explosion of cum in her mouth overflowed on to her face and down her chin. Mr. Wu screamed in joy. Breathlessly, he spoke to Clare.

"You have done well. I believe your services will be further required by my company."

"Oh no, Mr. Wu. I did this just to save my husband's job. It fulfils his contract."

"I'm afraid you misunderstand, young lady. The contract is only valid as long as you service my needs. Mr. Mason assures me of this."

"The bastard never said anything to me?"

"Nonetheless. It is true. Now please get dressed and leave. I have a very busy schedule this morning."

Clare was in shock as she walked to her car. As she sat behind the wheel she tried to comprehend what had gone on. She pinched herself. Maybe it was just a nightmare. No, it was real alright. She had been trapped by her past. John Mason had her in a prison of sexual servitude and there was nothing she could do. Her eyes began to well up as she drove home, angry and dejected. 

To be Continued...