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Getting Behind Pt. 01

By: JacksonBentley



Sandy's body shuddered as the orgasm swept over her body, the warm water cascaded over her in what had become her morning ritual. Sandy would wait for her husband Mike to leave for work and then would take a long hot shower before she got her boys up to get them ready for school. Sandy's morning ritual of pleasuring herself under the warm water in the shower was now her only sexual release.

Mike hadn't made love to her in months and the frustration of going untouched by her husband was weighing heavily on her. Even though she understood that Mike was overwhelmed by the stress their finances were putting on him since the economic downturn, she still longed to have his arms around her again and, even more important, deep inside her again. Sandy understood how emasculated Mike must feel, no longer being able to provide for family in the way he always had.

She and Mike had struggled through the first year or so of the downturn, hoping the economy would get better. They had blown through what little money they had saved as Mike's commission checks grew smaller and smaller and now they found themselves underwater on their mortgage, as they desperately tried to refinance with their local bank.

As Sandy stepped out of the shower she looked at the clock on the wall. It was taking her longer and longer to get off each morning and today she would have to rush her boys if she was going to get them to school on time. 

Fantasizing about her husband was no longer enough to get her off any more. Increasingly, Sandy found herself fantasizing about her personal trainer at the gym, Eamon. This morning she fantasized about having his hands all over her body and his huge penis deep inside her. Sandy knew that his penis was no fantasy, she had felt its rigid length pressed hard against her body many times as he spotted her on the apparatuses at the gym.

Quickly, Sandy brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth and through one of her sundresses on as the rushed to wake the boys and get them prepared for school and feed them breakfast before driving them the short distance to school. Sandy shued the boys out the door to the car as she rushed back to the bedroom for the gym bag she had left on the foot of the bed.

Sandy sat with her car idling for a few extra moments as she watched her two boys run to meet their friends after dropping them off in front of the middle school. As the group of boys crowded through the narrow gate into the schoolyard Sandy put her aging minivan into gear and finally headed toward the gym.

She looked forward to her time at the gym...and now she cherished it even more, since there were only three weeks left before her membership expired. Given their money troubles, Sandy knew they could not afford to renew the membership, so there was no use even talking to Mike about it. 

Sandy had been going to the gym everyday lately, taking full advantage of her last few opportunities to enjoy her alone time as well as the emotional and physical release from the overwhelming stress she was feeling over she and Mike's worsening money troubles. The physical exertion at the gym helped relieve the tension that gripped her tight muscles, if only briefly, and provided the only bright spot in her dreary days that were consumed with child care, housekeeping and worrying; worrying about their overdue mortgage payment, worrying about whether the bank would allow them to refinance...and now worrying about whether Mike would still have a job after his company went through the next round of job cuts that had been rumored in the local newspaper the previous day. Sandy and her husband were getting behind on all their other bills too and their financial woes were spiraling out of control.

Pulling into the parking lot at the strip mall, Sandy tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as she parked at the far end of the row of cars across from the entrance to the gym. As Sandy grabbed her gym bag from the back of the minivan she walked toward the gym past the newer and far more expensive cars belonging to the other gym members, most of them trophy wives who didn't have to worry about anything, except looking pretty for their rich husbands. 

The gym was among the most expensive in town and catered to an elite clientele. Ordinarily, a place this expensive wouldn't have been in their budget, but the membership had been Mike's anniversary present to Sandy the previous year, before their money troubles had begun. As Sandy walked through the front door she enjoyed the looks she got from the men who were working out, as well as from the young men who worked at the gym as trainers. Sandy took pride in the fact that she could still turn heads, even with a room full of exquisitely beautiful trophy wives.

Even in the knee length sundress that Sandy was wearing, all the heads turned as she crossed the gym floor to the locker room. Sandy's shoulder length auburn hair was radiant in the early morning light that washed through the floor to ceiling windows on the front of the gym as she strode across the floor on her long and shapely legs. The movements of Sandy's sleek and athletic body were almost catlike as she approached the door to the locker room. 

All of the men were openly staring at Sandy's ample breasts as they bounced freely beneath the sheer material of her sundress. Sandy had gotten in the habit of not wearing either panties or a bra beneath her sundresses when she came to the gym in the mornings, since she would immediately be changing into her workout clothes anyway. 

That is what Sandy tried to tell herself in any event, but deep down inside she enjoyed the attention her swaying breasts got as she crossed the floor. She also was excited by the men's leering eyes as she walked through the front door with the bright morning sun leaving no doubt in any of the men's minds that she was completely naked beneath the flimsy material that covered her gorgeous body.

The rush that Sandy got as the men in the gym mentally undressed her each morning was one of the few sexual releases she got anymore, other than when she took care of her own needs during her long warm showers or baths at home. Sandy often found herself daydreaming about the great sex she and her husband used to share as she fingered herself to orgasm. But more recently, Sandy was increasingly fantasizing about her personal trainer at the gym, Eamon, whose long, thick penis was unmistakable beneath his flimsy gym shorts. 

Sandy looked forward each day now to feeling Eamon's penis pressed into her back or side as he assisted her with the gym equipment. Although he was about 10 years younger than her, Sandy could tell that Eamon found her attractive and desirable, since his cock was anything but flaccid as he would press it hard against her flesh, often lingering far longer than necessary as he assisted her with the equipment.

As Sandy changed into her tightly fitting leotards her pulse was quickening in anticipation of spending the next hour with Eamon. Sandy felt both exhilarated and guilty at the thought of having Eamon's hands all over her body and his rigid penis pressed hard against her flesh as he assisted her through her workout. Sandy was filled with guilt because she felt as though she were cheating on her husband Mike given the sexual excitement that gripped her body now at Eamon's every touch.

Sandy sat quietly in the locker room for a few minutes before making her way to meet Eamon at the first apparatus. There were small tears forming in Sandy's eyes as she thought about the struggles she and her husband were having making ends meet and how the stress was affecting him. Mike no longer showed any interest in sex and seemed to avoid touching Sandy and she missed his attention horribly. 

Sandy knew Mike was shouldering all of the responsibility for supporting the family and the stress was sucking the life out of him and Sandy could understand why he had become so remote. Even so, it still didn't relieve the sense of emptiness that Sandy felt in her life. All she could do was hope that things would somehow turn around and she and Mike could go back to having the warm and loving relationship they once knew.

Sandy took a deep breath as she got up and headed out the door of the locker room, the excitement and anticipation of having Eamon's hands all over her body, now filling her thoughts completely.

As Sandy turned the corner from the women's locker room to the weight room she could see Eamon waiting for her, a smile on his face as he admired her scantily dressed body. Eamon had long brown hair, tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, Eamon had to be six feet four and he towered at least eight inches over Sandy as she looked up, returning his smile with her bright green eyes. Sandy's body was tingling as she moved in close and pecked Eamon on the cheek, saying good morning. 

Standing close to Eamon, Sandy was in awe of his broad shoulders and muscular chest and legs. Eamon had the ripped body of someone who spent a lot of time in the weight room and his pecs and washboard stomach were a sight to behold. Sandy was almost intoxicated by Eamon's manly scent as he grabbed her arms and assisted her as she took her position on the bench to begin her weightlifting. As Eamon re positioned her legs properly, he was leaning over her and consciously making sure she got a good look at the bulging cock in his loose gym shorts. 

"You feel a little stiff and tense this morning Sandy," said Eamon in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the people nearby on the other equipment. "Let's start with a little less weight than yesterday. I don't want you pulling anything."

"That's fine Eamon," agreed Sandy. "I am feeling a little tense today, with everything that is going on."

"Yeah," replied Eamon, "I saw the newspaper. I hope everything works out for you. You know, I hate to bring it up, but the manager wanted me to ask if you were going to be renewing your membership. He said it expires in about three weeks."

"Honestly Eamon," said Sandy with a hint of disappointment in her voice, "I doubt it. Money is so tight right now and everything is so up in the air."

"I understand," said Eamon, squeezing Sandy's bicep before he began spotting her from behind the barbells. "Who knows, perhaps things will work out. Jack says the cuts may not be as bad as the newspaper said."

"Who's Jack?" asked Sandy curiously.

"Jack, the owner of your husband's company," said Eamon. "He is the guy over there on the treadmill."

Sandy looked over at the treadmill and saw a very fit man in his late forties with a full head of graying hair. He was well tanned and wearing a very expensive workout outfit that covered everything but his tanned head and hands. He as moderately tall, six feet, one or two, Sandy thought. But what struck her about him was his barrel chest and huge head. He looked like nothing so much as a lion, particularly with his piercing, predatory eyes, thought Sandy, before responding to Eamon.

"Oh, I didn't know," said Sandy without taking her eyes off the man who held her husband's fate in his hands.. "Honestly, I had no idea who actually owned the company. It is so large I just assumed it was some big conglomerate or something."

"No, Jack is the sole owner. He just keeps a low profile and lets his management team run the company, just like he does the gym. You'd never know he owned this place either. He is so low keyed, he just acts like any other member," said Eamon, off-handedly. "Oh, and that's Larissa, his wife, next to him.

Sandy gaze now turned to the woman on the adjoining treadmill. She was a gorgeous blonde in her mid-twenties with a sculpted body and breasts to match. Sandy assumed they were store bought since they seemed to be in a constant state of arousal and protruding from her tight leotards.

Sandy had noticed them in the gym every day. They always seemed to be there early in the morning, just like she was. They had often glanced at each other and smiled, but never engaged in conversation. As she looked over at them now, they both smiled back, nodding their heads hello and before they went back to watching the morning news on the TV screens in front of their treadmills.

Sandy continued to size up the handsome gray-haired man across the room from her that she now knew controlled her family's fate. He looked amiable enough, she thought, but there was also a fierceness, a dynamism he seemed to exude. Sandy concluded that he as a quintessential alpha male, just the type who would build and control a vast business empire. Sandy only hoped that what he had told Eamon was correct and that the cuts would not be as severe as reported and that her husband's job would be spared.

She was so focused on watching the powerful man with the piercing eyes who held her life in his hands that Sandy wasn't paying close enough attention to her lifting. Suddenly Sandy's left bicep buckled and as she struggled to regain control of the barbell before it crashed into her neck she strained a muscle in her lower back. Fortunately, Eamon was right over her and caught the barbell, before it could injure her more severely. 

"Ouch," cried Sandy in a low but sharp voice, not wanting to cause a commotion.

"Are you OK?" asked Eamon, alarmed.

"Yeah, I guess," said Sandy wincing. "But I think I may have pulled a muscle in my back."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Eamon apologetically as he put the barbell back in the rack above her. "I should have been spotting you more carefully."

"Don't blame yourself," said Sandy reassuringly. "It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I was letting my mind drift."

Eamon had his large hands under Sandy's armpits now as he helped her up to a sitting position. Sandy could feel his strong fingers pressing into the sides of her breasts and the pain from her lower back was mixing with the tingling feeling of having Eamon's hands finally touching her breasts. As Sandy leaned forward, Eamon sat down on the bench behind her, running his fingers gently down her back.

"Let me know where it hurts," said Eamon as Sandy's body tensed as his fingers found the throbbing muscle on the left side of her lower back.

"That's it. Right there," said Sandy as she winced again.

"Why don't you let me massage it out, before it stiffens up on you?" asked Eamon.

"That's kind of you Eamon," said Sandy, almost apologetically. "But I can't afford a massage. I'll just have to tough it out, I guess."

"Don't be silly," responded Eamon, reassuringly. "This was as much my fault as yours. The manager won't make me charge you for the massage, under the circumstances."

Eamon already had his hands back under Sandy's armpits and was pulling her to her feet. His hands were farther forward this time and were slightly cupping the bottom of Sandy's breasts as he assisted her to her feet. Sandy let out a noticeable sigh as she felt Eamon's large hands surrounding and grasping the bottom of her breasts.

"Are you OK?" asked Eamon with concern.

"Oh yeah," said Sandy, somewhat embarrassed, not wanting to reveal the true reason for her sigh. "I'm just fine. My back only hurts a little bit."

Eamon walked Sandy back to one of the massage rooms and helped her up on the massage table. Sandy had never been back to this part of the gym, since she couldn't afford a massage or any of the other spa treatments they did back there.

"Here is a towel. Go ahead and disrobe and I'll be back in a couple of minutes," said Eamon. "We'll get that muscle stretched back out in no time. Just let me go tell the manager what happened, so he doesn't post a charge to your account.

As Sandy pulled off her leotards, she felt somewhat strange. She had never had a massage before. More important, she had never been naked in front of another man before, other than her husband. And now there was only going to be a small terry cloth towel that would be covering her backside as she lay down on the massage table with the rest of her body completely naked and exposed to Eamon's hands.

Laying on the table quietly, anxiously awaiting Eamon's return and trying to compose herself, Sandy was again filled with excitement and anxiety at the thought of having Eamon's hands exploring her body in earnest as he would massage her naked flesh. Sandy reached down and tugged the towel lower, self-consciously hoping to hide the rivulets of sex juice that were starting to seep from inside her.

Just as Sandy finished tugging on the towel and placing her hands back at her sided, Eamon came back in the treatment room and closed the door behind him. Walking over to the counter, Eamon turned on the small stereo and soft soothing new age music from the CD began to fill the room. 

Looking up, Sandy could see that Eamon had a towel wrapped around his own waist now and was naked from the chest up, showing off his ripped torso and massively hairy chest. She concluded that he didn't want to get massage oil all over his expensive workout clothes as she watched him squeeze some oil into his hands.

For the next fifteen minutes Sandy lay there with her eyes closed as Eamon massaged her neck, shoulders, arms and upper back. Eventually Eamon's attention gravitated to Sandy's lower back and as he began to massage her where the muscle pull was located he folded the skimpy towel back until it barely covered her crack and the slit between her legs. Sandy was completely relaxed now and lost in her own dreamy world, completely focused on the two strong hands that were kneading her muscles and massaging her naked flesh.

Without realizing it, Sandy was sighing loudly now as the pleasurable feeling of Eamon's hands pressing deep into her muscles filled her body with pleasure. As Eamon moved to the base of the table, he began massaging Sandy's feet. As Eamon's wrapped his hands around Sandy's left foot, kneading it and massaging it, he inched Sandy's legs a little farther and farther apart. 

Now Eamon could see the pink furrows of Sandy's wet glistening pussy and it was no longer hidden by the towel that he had slowly inched back up her backside with his hands as he had finished massaging her lower back. Eamon could also see the matted hair of Sandy's auburn colored pubic hair as it wetly shined from the pool of sex juice that had puddled beneath her.

By the time Eamon was finished massaging Sandy's right foot, her legs were spread wide apart and he could see the lips of her engorged pussy quiver with each stroke of his hands as he began to knead and massage his way up the backs of each of her legs. Eamon was alternating legs as he worked his way up and by the time his hands were on Sandy's thighs he could also see her ass cheeks quivering and the tiny brown star of her asshole puckering as his hands inched their way up her naked thighs.

The closer Eamon's hands inched toward the intersection of Sandy's legs the harder and faster she began to breathe with her sighs turning into moans. Eamon avoided touching Sandy's quivering pussy and instead massaged each of her ass cheeks as he let his hands knead her upper thighs, coming as close to her pussy as he could without touching it.

Sandy was delirious with pleasure now, completely absorbed by the warm sensations that were pulsing through her body. The more Eamon teased her flesh, letting his hands massage everything except the one part of her body that most craved his attention, the more aroused Sandy became. With each stroke of Eamon's hands near her neediest of places, the more Sandy began to lift her ass in the air, trying to will Eamon's fingers to where she wanted them to go. Finally, his hands and fingers, slick with Sandy's sex juice, accidentally glanced across Sandy's swollen pussy lips and his fingers brushed across her engorged clit sending a final jolt of ecstasy raging through Sandy's body as she moaned loud enough to be heard in the adjoining rooms.


Getting Behind Pt. 02



As Sandy pulled into the driveway she reached up and tapped the compartment for the garage remote. Sure enough, they had remembered to transfer it from her old beater. Sandy had noticed when Larissa tossed her new gym bag in the trunk, that all the personal stuff from her old car were already there, inside a large plastic container. Larissa's people had apparently thought of everything.

The trip home in the car had brought Sandy back down to earth and she was completely back in mommy mode...even as she sat uncomfortably in her own sex juices. The boys had peppered her with questions and each answer produced more questions. Where did you get the new car? Where is the old car? You have a job now? Does dad know about it yet? What does a personal trainer do?

What does a personal trainer do? That was the question that made Sandy gulp before answering. Sandy knew what personal trainers were supposed to do, and that is what she explained to the boys. But, she feared, her new job would involve more than supervising someone's exercise routine...much more. And none of it was going to be anything she would want to tell her young sons about, thought Sandy sadly!

Turning the engine off after pulling inside the garage, the boys were still bombarding her with questions. "So how many hours are you going to have to work? Are you still going to be able to drop us off and pick us up from school, asked Mike junior, the oldest.

"Boys, I don't know yet. I just got hired today. I'm sure I'll know more tomorrow and I can tell you then. Now you boys go inside and change and start your homework. I need to sit here a minute and figure out how everything on the dash works. I don't even know how to turn on the radio," said Sandy lying, desperately wanting to get the boys out of the car, so they wouldn't see the huge wet spot on the back of her dress or the puddle of sex juice on the seat beneath her.

"Oh, I can show you..." Sean started to say, as his mother cut him off.

"No, no...I want to figure it out myself," said Sandy in exasperation, frantic to get the boys out of the car and into the house before they could see her condition...and then have even more, potentially embarrassing, questions. "Out of the car you two. Go change and do your homework. That's an order. Now!"

As the boys raced each other to the door that connected the garage to the kitchen, they slammed it loudly behind them. Waiting for a minute to make sure they didn't return, Sandy got out of the car and checked the dryer in the connecting laundry room. Thank God, she thought to herself, one of her other sundresses was inside. Quickly taking off the the wet dress that reeked of sex juice, Sandy put on the fresh dress. Sandy wiped herself dry between her legs with a towel from on top of the dryer and then the leather car seat before depositing the towel and the dress that reeked of her pussy juice into the washer. It was a relief that her boys hadn't seen that their mother looked like a bitch in heat, Sandy thought to herself.

After entering the house, Sandy scurried down the hallway to the master bedroom with her gym bag, before the boys could finish dressing and head to the kitchen table to do their homework. Sandy didn't want them to see that she had already changed her clothes and didn't want another interrogation about the gym bag. She had barely closed the bedroom door behind her and sat the bag down on the edge of the bed before one of the boys knocked on the door.

"What is it?" asked Sandy, exasperated that the boys wouldn't give her a moment's peace.

"Can we have a coke?" asked Sean politely through the door.

"Yes," said Sandy more pleasantly now, not wanting to take her frustration out on her boys. "You can go ahead and have a snack too, if you like...but do your homework!"

"Thank you," said Sean politely.

"You're welcome sweetie. Mommy is kind of tired. She is going to lie down for a while. OK?" lied Sandy, wanting to go through the gym bag before her husband got home.

"OK mom," said Sean as he headed down the hallway to the kitchen.

Sandy quickly walked to the bedroom door and locked it from the inside, not wanting the boys to come in by accident and see something they shouldn't. Sandy had no idea what was in the bag, but since it had come from Larissa, it could be almost anything...and would probably be difficult to explain to eleven and twelve year olds!

As Sandy fidgeted with the zipper on the bag, she noticed for the first time that her hands were shaking. Sandy was filled with anxiety as she pulled the long zipper on top of the bag and dumped the contents out on the bed. Most of the contents of the bag appeared to be clothing. There were three different colored pair of the very expensive leotards that they sold at the gift shop in the gym, something she could never afford on her own. There were also gym shorts, sweatshirts and t shirts with the gym's logo as well, all of it very well made and expensive. 

And then there was the other clothing, the clothing that instantly reminded Sandy what was really going to be expected of her. There were sheer nighties, teddies, chemises and there were crotchless panties and thongs to match each of them. There were a couple of exquisitely sheer robes that were virtually transparent. There were also three pair of stiletto heeled shoes.

As Sandy continued to dig through the contents of the gym bag, her body shuddered as she sorted through the bondage gear that had been in the bottom of the bag. There were handcuffs and other leather or fur-lined restraints and an assortment of crops and cat o'nine tails. Sandy's whole body shivered as she wondered whether these were to be used by her...or on her. Sandy could feel the hairs standing up on the back of her neck as she contemplated what was going to be demanded of her.

Sandy took a deep breath and stripped off her dress, looking long and hard at her naked body in the large mirrors that filled the closet doors. Surveying her own body in minute detail, Sandy was intensely aware that many more people, both men and women, would probably be looking at what she was now seeing in the very near future. What would they think of her body, Sandy wondered. Would they find her beautiful, exciting, appealing? Sandy knew she had a nice body, but would people actually pay to use her? The thought both excited and repulsed her.

As Sandy stood in front of the mirror contemplating how she was going to be used, by both men and women alike, she could feel the streams of juice dripping down the inside of both her thighs yet again. Oh my God, what's wrong with me, thought Sandy. I should be scared, appalled, disgusted, Sandy thought to herself. But instead she found herself fantasizing about the men and women who might soon be ravishing her body, but most especially she fixated on Eamon.

Sandy was trying on each of the pieces of lingerie now, making sure they fit, as she continued to let her mind imagine all the different ways she might soon be taken, might soon be used. Sandy let her mind run wild, imaging the different sexual pairing of men and women she might find herself participating in and her mind always drifted back to images of orgies in which she was relentlessly taken, over and over again, by both men and women. 

Sandy tried desperately to put these images out of her mind as she attempted to focus on the lingerie and make sure that it fit properly. Larissa must have a good eye, Sandy thought to herself, because everything seemed to fit perfectly, including the stiletto heels. She was outfitted in the black stiletto heels now as she looked at herself in the mirror.

The stilettos were topped with thigh length black stockings as well as the garter belt to which they were attached with the crotchless frilly black panties underneath.. Sandy was also wearing a black lace accented half bra from which her ample and luscious breasts spilled, reveailing her eminently suckable large pink nipples. The outfit was finished with an almost transparent black gown that extended all the way down to her ankles.

As Sandy looked at herself in the mirror, she thought about putting the studded dog collar around her neck, but decided that was probably too much. Next she posed in front of the mirror with each of the riding crops and the various leather cats. Looking at the woman who was staring back at her in the mirror, Sandy was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization of what had happened to her today, and what has likely going to happen to her tomorrow and the day after that and then the next day and everyday in the future.

Tears began to stream down Sandy's cheeks as the full import of what she had done and what she was going to be doing, weighed down on her suddenly like a ton of bricks. Oh my God, Sandy thought to herself, how can I be doing this? I'm a mother, a wife, how can I be doing this? The only answers that came back to Sandy from the dark recesses of her mind were...because you have no choice, and then the other answer, the one that frightened Sandy the most...because you liked it and you want more, a lot more! 

Grudgingly admitting the hard truth to herself, Sandy knew she hadn't just endured the three men who had gang-banged her today, she had never been so aroused or cum so hard in her life as the three men had filled all her holes with their huge cocks. And Sandy quickly overcame her original horror at the thought of lesbian sex, and found that she enjoyed eating and having her own pussy eaten by another woman.

Sandy looked over at the clock radio next to the bed and realized that her husband Mike would be home soon and that she needed to hurry. Quickly folding the lingerie and other clothing, Sandy stuffed them neatly back in the bag. Remembering the cell phone that Larissa had mentioned, Sandy opening the side compartment and fished inside, feeling around for the phone among all the other things inside the compartment

Knowing she still had a few minutes before she would have to start dinner, Sandy emptied the outer pocket of the bag one item at a time and examined each of them closely. There were three different bottles of very expensive perfume, bottles of different scented massage oils, and lubricant, lots of lubricants. There were both creams and liquid lubricants, as well as the more expensive silicone variety. Sandy's hands were shaking again as she stuffed the bottles and tubes back in the bag, knowing why the lubricants would be so necessary a part of her work kit.

Sandy zipped the large gym bag shut and threw it in the bottom of her side of the closet, shutting the mirrored door to hide it as she did so. She was standing close to the mirrored closet door now and gasped loudly as she looked at herself. Sandy noticed for the first time that there were deep noticeable teeth marks surrounding her left breast. Oh my God, Sandy thought to herself, what was she going to do if her husband Mike saw them. How in the world could she explain them.

Larissa had said that Mike would probably want to have sex with her tonight and she had yearned to have her husband back inside her all afternoon, drenching her dress and the front seat of her new car with the seeping wetness from her pussy as she fantasized about it. But how was she going to explain the deep and noticeable teeth marks that surrounded her breast. Sandy thought she had the solution. Although she rarely wore lingerie, Sandy opened the closet again and put on the lacy black teddy that would surround and mask the bite marks on her breast and put on the matching pair of crotchless panties. 

Putting on her very "mommy" looking bathrobe, Sandy headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner and wait for Mike to get home, all the while hoping that he would finally show some interest in her sexually again...and maybe even take her around the world, as she had heard it described in their younger days when they used to watch porn together. Mike had often tried to get her to let him inside her ass and she had rebuffed him, thinking good girls don't do that. Now, Sandy knew that she was most definitely not a good girl anymore and wanted her husband to be the second man to take her ass and fill her with his hot cum. After having Eamon's huge cock all the way up her ass, Sandy knew that Mike would fit rather nicely.

As the boys continued doing their homework, Sandy started to prepare dinner. Looking up at the wall clock, Sandy knew that Mike would be home any minute now. Sandy quickly got the pot roast in the oven and was just putting together the salad as her new cell phone rang. Pulling the cell phone from the pocket of her robe, Sandy could see that it was Larissa calling. Answering the phone and saying hello, Sandy quickly walked to the sliding door and out on the patio, so she would be out of earshot of the boys.

"What do you want? I'm fixing dinner for my family," said Sandy curtly into the phone after Larissa had bid her a warm, but obviously insincere, hello.

"Well, you'll want to set one less place for dinner tonight," said Larissa sticking the knife in Sandy, before giving it a firm twist. "Mike will be spending the night with me, as it turns out. After all, you've had plenty of cock today already, haven't you."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line as Larissa waited for Sandy to respond. Finally, Sandy said, "I thought you were through with my husband?"

"Well, I was," said Larissa almost too nonchalantly, "but the whole executive team went out for drinks after Mike's promotion was announced and he seems to be in such a very happy and frisky sort of mood. In any event, I decided I wanted him tonight so he'll be sleeping with me...eventually!"

Sandy's body was on fire with rage. Whether it was directed at her husband or Larissa or both, she wasn't sure. At the same time Sandy was barely able to hold back the tears as she thought about her husband sharing this special night, the night of his big promotion, the night he would finally be able to provide his family with some degree of security with this manipulative bitch. 

"Well then," said Sandy, holding back the sobs, not wanting to give the bitch the satisfaction of hearing her cry, "I guess I'll see you in the morning. I'm worn out anyway, I can use the rest."

"Well good then," said Larissa, way too sweetly, "I guess things are working out for both of us. Oh, Mike told me to tell you he would call you later...if he has time."

Sandy heard the line go dead before she could get another word in, not that she wanted to continue the conversation. Sandy had heard the loud music in the background and concluded that Larissa was calling from the nightclub at the one large hotel in town. Sandy sat for several minutes on the patio composing herself before she went back inside to finish the boys' dinner.

It was a quiet dinner, with not much conversation since the boys sensed their mother was upset. Sandy tried to put up a good front, telling the boys that dad had some very important meetings that would keep him in the city overnight and that he would have some very special news to share with them tomorrow. Sandy let the boys watch one of their favorite shows on TV for an hour while she washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. After that, she let each of the boys play on the computer for a half hour before sending them off to bed.

Once Sandy closed the door to her own bedroom she completely broke down, crying uncontrollably as she threw herself on the bed, tears streaming down her face. Sandy lay there for what seemed like hours sobbing her way to exhaustion, eventually just laying there in her bathrobe whimpering as she relived her own ordeal earlier in the day and imagining her husband locked in the embrace of the bitch she was growing to hate.

Although it had seemed like hours had passed, it had only been fifty minutes when Sandy looked up and checked the clock. All cried out now, Sandy got up and removed her robe, which was now moist with her sweat. Taking off the unnecessary lingerie, Sandy smiled to herself forlornly, thinking to herself painfully that she was all dressed up with no place to go.

Sandy threw the lingerie back in the closet on top of the gym bag and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping it would make her feel better. As the warm water washed over her body Sandy tried to tell herself that Mike was just as much a victim as she was and that he had no more choice in what Larissa made him do than she did. Running the shower wand over her body, Sandy was surprised when more cum washed out of her pussy and ass as she douched herself with the hot water. 

Just as Sandy returned the wand to the cradle overhead and began to let the hot water wash over her entire body, the land line began to ring on the nightstand next to the bed. Climbing out of the shower and rushing to the phone, Sandy could see that it was Mike calling on his cell phone as she stood there naked, dripping water on the bedroom carpet. As she answered, Sandy could hear the same loud music playing in the background.

"Hi, honey," said Mike brightly "I'm sorry I didn't call earlier but the guys and I went out for drinks to celebrate. When you hear why, I think you'll forgive me."

"Yeah, why is that," said Sandy coldly as her body began to burn in rage once again. The lying bastard, Sandy thought to herself.

"Well, not only did I make the cut for the layoff, I got a big promotion," said Mike both proudly and drunkenly. "Isn't that great?"

"That's wonderful," said Sandy without emotion. "I suppose you are too drunk to drive home. Am I right?"

"Well, yeah," said Mike sheepishly. "That's why I was calling. If it is OK with you, I'll spend the night at the hotel. The guys chipped in to buy me a room."

"That's fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow," said Sandy with a note of cold finality, obviously ready to hang up.

"Is everything OK honey," asked Mike with some concern, sensing that Sandy was in a mood.

"Everything is fine," snapped Sandy, not able to conceal her burgeoning anger. "As a matter of fact I have some big news for you too. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow too. Good night!"

Sandy hung the phone up quickly, before she let her anger get hold of her and said something she would later regret. Sandy went back to the shower and continued to stand under the warm water as though it would wash the shame and guilt, anger and anguish away if she stood under the pulsing water long enough.

After drying herself off and blow drying her lustrous auburn hair, Sandy headed back to the bedroom and then turned around suddenly and returned to the bathroom. Only rarely did Sandy use moisturizer on her skin, but tonight she decided that she needed to start taking better care of herself. Even though she was apprehensive about the idea of having strangers use her body, Sandy's vanity compelled her to make herself look as desirable as she could, if only to boost her own self esteem and ease her self-consciousness. 

As Sandy rubbed the moisturizing lotion into her flesh, she methodically tried to cover every inch of her body, except the portions of her back that she couldn't reach. Once she was through, the exhausting day finally started to catch up with her as she sleepily padded toward the bed. After switching off the overhead fixture in the bathroom, the dim green light from the alarm clock was the only light that illuminated the dark room. The faint green light was all Sandy needed to guide her to the bed as she crawled under the covers and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Sandy was in deep "rem" sleep now and was reliving the events of the day, as though her mind was on rewind, as she dreamed about Eamon and Larissa's tongues inside her and then being impaled by and filled with the three huge cocks. As Sandy dreamed of the cocks that were filling her with cum, Sandy became confused. She couldn't understand why a cell phone was ringing. No one's had a cell phone had rung while they were on the circular bed, she thought in her confusion.




Getting Behind Pt. 02



Suddenly Sandy bolted upright realizing that it was the cell phone that Larissa gave her ringing from the night stand. Grabbing it quickly, Sandy answered it just as it started to ring for the third time.

"Well, that was close," said Larissa in a low sultry voice. "Remember, you need to answer the phone by the second ring."

"I was sleeping," said Sandy groggily. "What do you want? Don't tell me you are through with my husband already." There was a note of sarcasm in Sandy's voice.

"Oh no, we haven't even started yet," said Larissa in the same sultry voice. "I was feeling bad that you were at home alone and being left out. I called to invite you to join us. I'm sure Mike would like to have both his favorite women take care of him tonight."

"Thanks for the offer," said Sandy venomously. "But I'm a mother, I have children here I have to take care of."

"Oh, that's right," replied Larissa nonchalantly again. "Well it's the thought that counts. We'll be thinking about you."

"Yeah, I'm sure you both will," said Sandy, trying to control her temper. "Is that it? Are you through?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were being petulant," said Larissa blithely. "And here all I wanted to do was share the evening with you."

"You're sharing my husband, isn't that enough?" said Sandy as her blood began to boil.

"But it would have been so much nicer if you were here to join us," replied Larissa, ignoring the building anger in Sandy's voice. "Well, here he comes now..."

"Don't let me keep you then," said Sandy. "I wouldn't want to throw a wet blanket on your little party."

"Oh, don't be that way. We wish you were here," said Larissa in her sultry voice again. 

"I'm hanging up," said Sandy, burning in anger now.

"No, don't do that. I know what! I'll leave the phone on the nightstand and you can listen to everything. It will be just like you are here. Isn't that a great idea?" gushed Larissa insincerely.

"I don't think so," said Sandy firmly.

"Oh, sweetie, I insist. After all, sharing is caring," said Larissa, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sandy didn't respond. There was silence from the other end of the line.

"Are you still there?" asked Larissa in her sultry voice again.

"Yes," replied Sandy so softly she was barely audible.

"Good. You know I don't like to be disappointed, now don't you? Turn the volume on your new phone all the way up so you can hear everything. It will be just like you were here. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yeah," said Sandy and Larissa could hear the sob she was trying to fight back in her voice.

"Got to go. The big hunk is here. I'm putting the phone on the nightstand now."

Sandy could hear the knocking sound as Larissa put the phone on the night stand.

"Oh baby, you kept me waiting," Sandy could hear Larissa say, before she heard the sound of a long wet kiss and then the groaning as it became obvious they were groping and caressing each other's bodies.

Again, Sandy could hear Larissa's voice, "Oh my, it looks like you really have missed me. Is all of that for me?" 

Sandy could hear the barely audible low groan of what was obviously her husband as she heard the sucking and slurping as Larissa took the cock in her mouth. The moaning and slurping seemed to go on forever as Sandy lay in bed listening to the cell phone in the dim light of her deserted bedroom. Tears were streaming down Sandy's cheeks as she heard the breathing on the other end of the phone become deeper and more rapid as the slurping sound of Larissa's mouth on her husband's raging cock reached a crescendo.

"Oh yeah baby, here you cum," purred Larissa. "Come on baby fill my mouth with your hot cum. Oh yeah!

Sandy could hear Larissa gulping down the cum, occasionally choking as it filled her mouth to overflowing. The licking, slurping and sucking sounds filled the air in Sandy's empty bedroom. At last, Larissa sounded like she was sucking down the last few drops of a milk shake as she sucked the last few drops of cum from the head of the pulsating cock in her mouth with her lips as she sucked air and cum into her mouth at the same time.

He was groaning softly, almost inaudibly, and Sandy had to strain to hear him. "Oh baby, get me hard again. I want your pussy," he said, so quietly she could barely make the words out.

"Don't worry baby," said Larissa in a clearer voice, "I'll have you ready to go again in no time. I can't wait to have have you back in my pussy. Did you miss it?"

"Ah huh," he groaned softly as Sandy strained to hear him.

"Do I suck your cock better than Sandy baby?" prodded Larissa as Sandy could hear Larissa's hands running up and down the cock that she was jerking back to life, occasionally sucking and making humming sounds as she sucked the head into her mouth. Sandy's body stiffened, waiting for the response.

"Ah huh," he groaned again as his breathing became labored and he moaned a bit more loudly.

"Do you like my pussy better than hers?" asked Larissa in her low sultry voice again.

"Ahh, yeah," came the barely audible reply as his voice quickly became a tortured moan of pleasure as Larissa coaxed his cock back to life.

"Good baby," because I'm ready to feed your cock to my pussy," said Larissa as Sandy could hear the sheets rustling beneath them and the creaking of the bed as it became obvious Larissa was over him now, impaling herself of his now rigid cock. "Oh yeah baby, grab my ass. Push me down on it. I want it all inside me. Oh yeah baby! Oh yeah! Bring it home, fuck me baby, fuck me hard. Harder! Oh yeah, yes, oh yes!"

Sandy could hear the naked flesh slapping together and the groans and sighs and deep breathing coming from both of them as they fucked each other for what seemed like forever as Sandy listened and continued to cry into her pillow. Sandy rolled over on her side as her head filled with images of her husband wildly fucking that evil woman.

"What, what are you doing?" said Larissa suddenly, sounding confused. "Oh, I get it. You bad boy, you want my ass. OK it has been a special day for you. I suppose I can't refuse you. Here, let me roll over. I'll even spread my cheeks for you."

Sandy was just beside herself now. Images of her husband mounting Larissa's ass filled her head. As she lay there crying she could see her husband pounding his cock into Larissa's ass. The vivid mental image of her husband ravaging and enjoying this evil woman's ass left her oblivious to the fact that she had her own middle and index fingers buried in her own pussy, prodding herself toward her own orgasm.

"Oh baby, fill my ass" cried out Larissa into the cell phone. "Oh God baby, stick it in. Oh God please, stick it all the way in. Oh yeah, yes, yes, that's it. Of God, you're all the way in. You're all the way in now. Oh God. Now baby, now! Ream me! Oh God ream me hard! Harder! Harder!"

Sandy was furiously driving her own fingers into her pussy now with her left hand and she had rolled over on her back and kicked off the covers as she began to use her right hand to pull on her nipples and then reach down and find her clit with her thumb and index finger as she started to near orgasm.

The moans and groans coming from the cell phone told Sandy that they were nearing orgasm as well. Sandy could hear their flesh slapping together as Larissa continued to cry out as the cock drilled furiously into her ass. Sandy could also hear the occasional slaps to Larissa's ass cheeks as she would moan more loudly with each crack to her ass.

"Oh God, yes, yes baby. Oh God baby yes. I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh God baby, cum with me. Cum deep inside me. Shoot your warm cum deep inside me. Now, baby, NOW! Oh God yes, yes. Oh God I can feel your cum. I'm cumming too! Of God baby! FIll me. Fill me with your hot cum! Yes, yes, YES!

Listening to Larissa's intense orgasm drove Sandy over the edge and her own ass was thrashing in the air now as she had her left hand behind her now reaming her own ass with her middle and index fingers and her right hand kneading her throbbing clit with her thumb and index fingers. 

Eventually, Sandy became lost in her orgasm and finally succumbed to the pleasure that was sweeping through her body and began screaming, squealing and moaning at the top of her voice.

As Sandy's intense orgasm began to recede, she suddenly realized that the cell phone was now silent, not a sound emanating from it.

"Oh no!" gasped Sandy, realizing that they heard her cumming on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" said Larissa sarcastically from the other end of the phone, feigning an orgasm. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?...I always wanted to ask someone that!"

"You both heard me?" sobbed Sandy into the phone as she picked it up to her ear.

"Fortunately for you, no. The big guy was already finished and he had already headed off to the bathroom to wash his tool and get ready for round two when you erupted," said Larissa.

"Please, can I hang up now. I don't want to listen to any more. Please!" cried Sandy into the phone, completely defeated.

"OK, that's probably just as well," relented Larissa. "Jack is going to be here any minute and you're probably not ready to listen to what he can do for a woman. If you were to listen to him fuck me, you wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night...and I need you well rested tomorrow."

"So I can hang up?" asked Sandy.

"Yes dear," said Larissa, "goodnight and sweet dreams. I'll see you in the morning."

Sandy heard the line go dead and she put the phone back down on the night stand. Pulling the covers up over her, Sandy rolled over on her side, her exhausted body quickly dropping back into a deep and restless sleep as she dreamed of everything she had experienced and heard today and fantasized about the orgies and other debauchery that she was sure awaited her.

"Who was that on the phone?" asked Eamon as he came back from the bathroom.

"Oh, I was talking to Sandy," replied Larissa. "She and I are best buds now."

"I'm sure you are," said Eamon sarcastically. "What was that whole no talking thing about? 

"Nothing, nothing at all," said Larissa, "I just didn't want to detract from our fucking with a lot of pointless talk."

"Yeah," replied Eamon, "you were certainly talking enough for the both of us."

"Well I couldn't help myself," said Larissa reaching out and stroking Eamon's recuperating cock. "I can't help myself when you have that magnificent thing filling me."

"Right," said Eamon, knowing when Larissa was bullshitting him. "When does Jack get here?"

"He should be here any minute," replied Larissa. "And then the two of you can give me a real fucking. You naughty little boy, you and the other boys got me all hot this afternoon and the only thing I had to play with was a camera."

"Speaking of that," said Eamon, "what do you have planned for Sandy tomorrow?"

"Well," said Larissa, "fucking you or any of the other guys is off the table, so just put it out of your mind. For the next several day it's going to be a life of celibacy for Sister Sandy, with a lot of yoga, and time in the spa getting her hair done and facials and manicures and pedicures and time in the sun."

"You're getting rid of the bush too, I hope," said Eamon. "I'm still picking hairs from between my teeth."

"Yes dear," said Larissa, "she's getting a trim and a bikini wax. The next time you eat her it will be nothing but fresh meat."

Eamon looked back over his shoulder and Jack was closing the door behind him.

"Good evening Eamon," said Jack warmly, looking at him smiling.

"Hello daddy," Larissa said to Jack. "Eamon has been warming me up for you."

"I can see," said Jack. "How's my little girl? Is there anything left."

"Baby," said Larissa in her sultry voice again, "I have an endless supply, especially for you."

"Speaking of endless supplies, how did the newbie do today?" asked Jack. "I hope she can handle more cock that her husband can alcohol."

"Oh, she is a natural," said Larissa. "I can see her becoming a real asset. How about Mike? Where's he?"

"We just put him to bed. He got completely shit-faced. It's a good thing you got him a room for the night. That was good planning," said Jack admiringly

"Well, I certainly try," said Larissa. "Now can we cut the small talk. This girl needs some attention."

As the early morning light filtered through the sliding door on the far wall of the bedroom, Sandy could feel it warming her face as she lay there with her eyes closed, slowly waking from her fitful sleep. Sandy was afraid to open her eyes, preferring to cling to the delusion, for at least a few more minutes, that yesterday had just been a bad dream. The pain that was emanating from Sandy's pussy, anus and throat were stark reminders that yesterday had been anything but a dream...more like a nightmare.

Sobbing quietly, Sandy tried to wrap her mind around what had happened to her and perhaps even more painfully, resolve in her own mind the things she had willingly done, things she never would have believed she was capable of. Everything had happened so quickly, she didn't have time to think. That, at least, was the rationalization Sandy was making to herself for behaving like such a slut. 

The more Sandy ran the events of the previous day through her mind, the more she realized that she had been manipulated by Larissa and perhaps Eamon too. But what was also unmistakable to Sandy as she searched her own conscience, was the fact that she had been lusting for Eamon for a long time and the first time they were alone, she willingly spread her legs and gave her body to him.

Deep down inside, Sandy knew that if she had not given into her lust, Larissa wouldn't have been able to blackmail her with the sex tape. Sandy could only imagine how it would look to her husband, as she quite literally gave herself to the sexy young man. Had she known her husband was already sleeping with Larissa, Sandy tried to convince herself, she would probably have told her to go to hell and have walked out and taken her chances. She wouldn't have let Larissa make her eat her pussy or let Larissa eat hers, she told herself. And then she wouldn't have ended up getting gang-banged by Eamon and the other two trainers and having that video taped as well. And then, and then, woulda, coulda, shoulda, Sandy thought to herself as she continued to lay in bed with her eyes closed, rewinding the events of the previous nightmare of a day over and over again in her mind, consumed in her worry circles. 

But all of her obsessive worrying and rehashing of the previous day's events were pointless and she knew it. Even if she had known about Mike sleeping with Larissa and even if she hadn't let herself be manipulated into yesterday's fuckfest, it was an inescapable fact that Larissa held all the cards, that Larissa had it within her power to destroy her husband and her children's lives and leave him unemployed, leave them without a house...and her husband knowing she was responsible. 

To make matters worse, Sandy was sure, Larissa would see to it that everyone they knew would find out what a slut she had been, especially the parents at her children's school and eventually their children. It didn't take much imagination to figure out that the other kids would ridicule and humiliation her boys and they would end up blaming and hating her.

Sandy was in a cold sweat now as she continued to lay in bed with her eyes tightly shut, again letting her mind entertain the faint hope that she was just waking up from a bad dream. As Sandy opened her eyes, she slowly sat up in bed and looked straight ahead and then to the right, toward the sunlight streaming in through the sliding door. Everything looked normal, everything looked as it had the day before when she woke up. Slowly, very slowly, Sandy turned her head toward the opposite wall, to the bathroom door and the open closet door.

A dead look filled Sandy's eyes as she fixed her gaze on the bottom of the open closet door. There it was, the new gym bag that Larissa had given her on her way from the gym yesterday. Sitting there in the bottom of the closet with with the discarded lingerie on top of it, was the bag that contained her fuck kit, all the tools of the trade that she would be needing in the future as she ceased being a full-time mother and became a part-time whore.

Sandy took a deep breath and got out of bed, her body numb, her mind reeling at the thought of what may be in store for her today. Putting on her bathroom, Sandy decided to take things one step at a time, to deal with things as they came. The first order of business was to wake up the boys and get them ready for school.

Sandy watched her boys run across the school's playground to join their friends as she pulled away from the curb and headed toward the gym. The sense of anticipation and relief from the stresses in her life she had felt the previous morning were gone now. The gym would no longer be a refuge from the fears and the anxiety that seemed to define her life. 

Were it not for the apprehension that gripped Sandy's body and the fear of what awaited her at the gym, Sandy would normally have revelled in the luxury of her new car; the smooth and quiet ride and the luxuriousness of the soft leather seats. But just as the gym was no longer her refuge from the harsh realities of her life, but had become the defining symbol of her new more terrifying reality, the new car had as well. It was a shiny reminder of new dark reality that she felt closing in around her. Yes the new expensive car would get her kids to and from school, but it would also be taking her to other places that she didn't want to go, places that filled her with fear and dread.

She was running late and was rushing to get to the gym on time. Larissa had said first thing and she was sure she meant opening time. Regardless of how she felt about Larissa, she didn't want to be late and give Larissa any further excuses to abuse her more than she already planned Sandy was beginning to regret being so foolish as to wait around the house this morning that her husband would give her a call and say good morning to the kids as he usually did when he was out of town.

As Sandy maneuvered through traffic she imagined her husband rolling around in bed with Larissa, getting a little morning delight...just as they used to. She could see Larissa on top of Mike, under Mike, going down on Mike; just like she heard on the cell phone last night. Sandy was getting angrier by the minute and then she caught herself. Fuck it, she thought to herself, if he didn't care any more about their marriage than to fuck Larissa, why should she feel guilty about Eamon. Eamon was younger and stronger and his cock was the eighth wonder of the world as far as she was concerned. If Mike was getting some morning delight, then maybe she would get some afternoon delight of her own!

The phone had already hung four times as Mike rolled over bleary eyed and grabbed for the receiver in the darkened room. The phone fell to the floor and he had to fish the cable up before he put it to his ear.

"Yes," said Mike confused, wondering why his bedroom was so dark and why anyone was calling in the middle of the night.

"Good morning sir, this is the wake up call you requested. It is 8 a.m. and it is a sunny 78 degrees outside," said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh shit! Oh, I'm so sorry. Excuse me. Ah, thank you very much. Goodbye!" said Mike rapidly into the phone as he slowly returned to the living and remembered that he was at the hotel in town and not at home in his own bed. Fumbling and switching on the light, Mike had a vague recollection of the previous evening. He remembered having a few drinks with the boys, but he must have had a few more than a few judging from the weather balloon that was swelling up inside his head. Mike turned on the lamp next to the bed after fumbling around for the switch too. As he looked across the room he could barely see the light that was sneaking through the blackout curtains.




Getting Behind Pt. 02



8 a.m. Jesus! He only had an hour to get into the office and make his first executive's meeting. Thank God, he thought to himself, that he had stayed in town overnight, otherwise he would have been late. As Mike threw back the curtains the bright sunlight came crashing in and he had an uncontrollable urge to sneeze which was immediately followed by another uncontrollable urge...to go worship in front of the porcelain God and relieve himself of what had been happy libations the previous evening.

After spending precious minutes making his sacrifice on the altar of remorse and wiping his mouth clean on one of the towels, Mike scrambled to shave, shower, dress and get down to the lobby. On the way down in the elevator he decided to leave his new car at the hotel and take a cab to the office. The minutes he would save by not parking his car in the massive parking structure just might get him to the meeting on time.

This was his first executive's meeting and the first meeting he would attend with the big boss and he didn't want to blow it by making a bad first impression. Fortunately there was a cab waiting on the curb right outside the hotel and he made it to the office with just a few minutes to spare. Mike visited the porcelain God one last time to make an offering before he went into the meeting and then tossed a half dozen breath mints into his mouth. Perhaps they would chase away the taste of whatever had died inside his mouth, he hoped.

As Mike entered Jack's outer office his keeper of the gate, Ruth, looked up and smiled.

"Had a good time last night I hear," said Ruth as she returned her attention to the appointment journal in front of her.

"Yes, thank you," replied Mike courteously, not wanting to cross the reputed dragon lady of the eighth floor.

"Go right in. Everyone else is there. They were early," replied Ruth with barely concealed disdain without looking up.

It was almost 8:55 as Sandy entered the parking lot. As she pulled into the row of spaces in front of the gym she was happy to see there was an open space right up front between another gold Lexux and a black BMW. Swinging into the space, Sandy popped the trunk with her key, grabbed her gym bag and rushed toward the door just as the receptionist was unlocking it.

"You're late," whispered the receptionist. "Larissa is looking for you."

"But it is just 9:00 a.m. now," protested Sandy.

"Employees are supposed to be here fifteen minutes early. You better hurry. She is in her office waiting for you," said the receptionist, trying to rush Sandy along.

"I...I don't know where her office is," replied Sandy with some exasperation.

"At the end of the hallway past the treatment rooms on the left. You better hurry!" said the receptionist with a sense of urgency.

Sandy rushed down the hallway past the massage and treatment rooms and knocked on the unmarked closed door at the end of the hallway.

"Come in," said Larissa curtly from the other side of the door. Before Sandy was half way through the door Larissa spoke again. "You're late. I told you I don't like being kept waiting."

"I...I didn't realize I was supposed to be here fifteen minutes early. You...no one told me," replied Sandy apologetically.

"If you are five minutes early, you're ten minutes late. That's the way Jack and I run all our companies," was Larissa's pointed reply. "Now quit wasting my time with excuses and sit down.

There were two chairs in front of Larissa's desk with a low coffee table in between them. Sandy sat in the one on the right and decided to remain silent and wait for whatever Larissa was going to say next.

"OK, now that you are finally here, I guess we can get started," said Larissa with a hint of exasperation. "By the way, don't be late tomorrow or any other day and if you're not sure what time you're supposed to be somewhere...ask!"

"Yes, I'm sorry. It won't happen again," said Sandy contritely.

"We have a bunch of stuff to go over this morning and then you are going to have a very full day. But first I want to introduce you to Ingrid, she's going to handle your training and she will be your immediate supervisor. The only thing you need to know is that when she tells you something she is speaking for me and you need to do as she tells you just as I expect you to do so myself," said Larissa as she paused for a moment to let it sink in. "And if you don't do exactly as she tells you, you can expect the same kind of response you would get from me. The only difference is that you and I will also revisit the issue later as well. Got it?"

"Yes, I think so. I..." Sandy started to say as Larissa cut her off.

"Think so? Think so? You damn well better know so," said Larissa in a vicious demanding voice. "This is a serious business with a demanding clientele. This isn't mommyworld. We're not going to be singing Kumbaya! You need to get focused."

"Yes ma'am...I only meant..." Sandy started to say again and was cut off in mid sentence.

"I'm not anyone's fucking 'ma'am'! I'm Larissa or boss, but I'm not fucking 'ma'am'!" said Larissa pointedly.

"Yes Larissa, I'm sorry," said Sandy even more contritely as she looked down at the floor feeling completely deflated.

"OK then," said Larissa in a more calm voice as she got up from her chair and walked out from behind her desk. "Let's not get off on the wrong foot this morning."

Larissa was behind Sandy now and had her hands on her shoulders, massaging them as well as her neck. "If I didn't see so much potential in you, I wouldn't be so hard on you."

"Thank you. Thank you very much," said Sandy, not knowing what else to say.

"You're welcome Sandy," said Larissa in a conciliatory voice. "I hope we understand each other better now. I am very demanding, but with great demands, come great reward. I hope you're beginning to understand that now. After all, you drove one to work today, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes," agreed Sandy, trying to be both gracious and grateful...and not wanting to incur any more of Larissa's wrath.

"Fine then." concluded Larissa. "I'm going to invite Ingrid in now and introduce you, along with some of the other staff that are going to be assisting us."

Larissa walked back over to the edge of her desk and picked up the phone, dialing one of the extension. "Yes, it is Larissa. Could you please come in now...and bring the others along as well. We're ready."

Sandy sat silently as Larissa returned to the other side of the desk and sat down.

"So, did Mike call you this morning?" Larissa asked, fishing for information.

"No," responded Sandy without emotion, not trying to let Larissa smell blood.

"Oh, the naughty boy. He promised we would while we were in the shower this morning." lied Larissa. "Men! They can only think about one thing at a time. And if that one thing is sex, they can't think of anything else."

"I'm sure he had to rush to get into the office once you were through with him," said Sandy, trying to control her emotions and keep from screaming or crying or both.

Larissa watched Sandy closely and she was impressed with the way she was controlling herself. She really did have some potential, Larissa thought to herself.

"Well, enough small talk," said Larissa as she saw Ingrid and the other staff coming through the door. "Good morning everyone. I'd like to introduce you to our newest team member. Sandy, please stand up so that the team can see how beautiful you are and what an asset you are going to be to the team, said Larissa pausing briefly before continuing. "Until yesterday, Sandy was one of our members, but she has decided to join the team. Eamon has been Sandy's personal trainer and says that she has shown a remarkable affinity for this type of work. Having had an opportunity to observe Sandy, I can assure you that her job skills are remarkable."

Sandy was blushing from head to toe now. Job skills, thought Sandy...how much talent does it take to let yourself get fucked silly! As Sandy looked up again everyone was looking at her smiling. They could all see how red faced and embarrassed she was. The silence in the room was deadly. Larissa stood back and enjoyed the moment as she watched Sandy shuffle her feet back and forth, not knowing what, if anything to say.

"Sandy, I am Ingrid. I am so pleased to meet you," said the tall blonde woman who was approaching her. "We are going to be working very close together," added Ingrid as she pecked Sandy on the cheek and squeezed her right hand between both of hers.

"I'm please to meet you too," said Sandy graciously as she looked up at the stunning blonde who was smiling at her.

Tugging Sandy by the hand now, Ingrid pulled Sandy along next to her as she introduced the rest of the staff as each of them squeezed her other hand and leaned in giving her a peck on the cheek. 

"This is Roberto, he will be doing your hair. This is Dani, she will be doing your make up. This is Jenny, she will be doing your nails. This is Molly, she will be doing your pedicure. This is Bree, she will be helping Roberto with your hair and your wax job. And finally, this is my brother Sven who will be your new personal trainer, assisting me with your training and conditioning," concluded Ingrid. "Now everyone, let's give our newest team member a warm welcome."

As everyone applauded Sandy she turned crimson red once again. Sandy was so embarrassed and overwhelmed by all the attention she was receiving that she had a hard time speaking. "Thank you. Thank you all....all very much. I look forward to working with you"

"Well, thank you all," said Larissa in her best managerial tone. "Now that everyone has been introduced, let's get down to work.

"Sandy," said Larissa as she moved next to her, taking her left hand as Ingrid continued to hold her right hand. "Please take a couple of steps backward and step up onto the table for us please. We need to do a physical assessment before we go any farther."

Sandy stepped backward, looking over her shoulder for the table as Larissa and Ingrid continued to hold her hands.

"Kick your shoes off before you get on the table please," said Ingrid quietly, but firmly.

As Sandy stood in the middle of the low table Ingrid began to unzip the back of her sundress as Sandy gave her a startled look. The look that Ingrid gave her in return convinced her that she had best remain docile and do what she was told. Sandy looked over at Larissa who was shaking her head yes, almost as though she could read Sandy's mind.

Ingrid was sliding the sundress off Sandy's shoulders now and let it drop to the table. "Kick it off to the floor please," said Ingrid in a businesslike voice. "Roberto, Sven, could you please move the chairs out of the way please."

As the two men moved the chairs, everyone else moved forward to surround Sandy as she stood naked in the middle of the table blushing a very, very deep shade of red as she stood there with her eyes downcast feeling utterly humiliated.

"Let's start from the top and work our way down," said Larissa, taking charge. "Roberto, I think the color is great, perhaps a few highlights. What do you think?"

"Oh absolutely," gushed Roberto. "That would be divine. What do you think of the length though? It does seem a little long. What do you think?"

"Yes, it needs to be a little shorter," replied Larissa. "But her hair is beautiful, so not too short. Perhaps shoulder length. That should be good. That way she can wear it in a ponytail or bun, if the circumstances require."

"Fabulous," replied Roberto, "I know we are going top down, but could we jump to the middle for a moment. What do you want to do about the forest down there?"

"A little deforestation, I think. We need to chop down some trees. Someplace under that canopy there's a beautiful ravine that we want to reveal," said Larissa, enjoying the metaphor.

"Wonderful then," replied Roberto. "Just one row of trees right down to the ravine. Don't you think?"

"Exactly," replied Larissa. "And Bree, clean the ravine."

"Yes boss," was Bree's succinct response.

"Dani," said Larissa as she moved on. "You know what to do. Do something with her eyebrows and use your considerable talents to pick the appropriate makeup, lip gloss, etc. Just work your magic."

"Got it," said Dani.

"Jenny, Molly," called Larissa next. "Nothing fancy. She has a wholesome girl next door look about her. Keep it simple."

"OK boss," replied both women.

"Sven, you're up," said Larissa. "What do you think/"

Sandy watched cautiously as Sven stepped forward until he was within inches of her body. Sven's hands reach down to Sandy's ankles as he began to touch and knead her skin and muscles, grabbing handfuls of the flesh on both her legs as he gradually worked his way up her body. There was nothing sexual in his touching. Sven was being deliberate, business like as he clinically assessed her body as though he were buying a horse at auction

"The calves, they are good," said Sven slowly and dispassionately. "The thighs, they could use a little work. Yoga should take care of that. The ass, the ass is good. Still very firm A little yoga will help too, you know. Spread your legs. Very good..."

Sandy was starting to shiver now, apprehensive at the thought of what Sven might do next...where his exploration was going to take him in this room full of people. Sandy didn't have to wait long for the answer as Sven's index finger disappeared into her pussy.

"Yes, very nice indeed. A little loose, but no point tightening it up yet. That can wait a year or so. Please, now turn around," ordered Sven. "and bend over and put your hands on your knees. Remember to spread wide. Good. Now loosen your muscles. Don't hold your ass so tight please. It is only a finger. Good girl. Very nice. Yes indeed. This hasn't seen much use at all. This is wonderful. You may stand up and turn around now."

As Sandy turned around, completely humiliated, she was surprised to find everyone just standing there matter-of-factly as though they were going over this month's numbers. When Sven finished cleaning his finger with the wipe he had in his pocket he continued to pinch and prod Sandy's upper body.

Grabbing Sandy's sides he came away with soft flesh in each of his hands. Looking up at Sandy he raised his eyebrow and said, "No more bread or potatoes for you young lady. It is fruit and vegetables from now on."

Next Sven moved to Sandy's stomach, pinching bits of flesh here and there. "Very nice, very nice indeed. The yoga will make it even better.

Finally, Sven was kneading Sandy's breasts and pinching her nipples. "Oh my goodness, these are wonderful...and natural too. These should be good for at least another couple of years, provided you think they are large enough. Larissa?"

"They should be adequate for now," said Larissa, smiling as Sandy scowled at her.

"Well then, I'll see you in the yoga room. I will whip you into shape in no time at all," said Sven, adding, "not that you don't already have a lovely and exquisite body...we're just going to make it that much better. Yah?"

"OK everyone, I think we are through here for now. Please put together a schedule among yourselves to get the necessary work done today. It is ten now, so plan on starting with Sandy's hair at noon," said Larissa concluding the meeting. "Sven, Ingrid, Sandy, please remain for a few minutes, if you could please."

Once the others had left the room Larissa walked over to Sven and Ingrid. Looking back she saw that Sandy was still on top of the table and smiled. "You can get down now, the show is over and no one is going to be tossing you any twenty dollar bills."

Sandy gritted her teeth as she endured yet another insult from this bitch.

"Ingrid and Sven are going to take you over to the playroom for the next hour or so and start educating you in the art of fucking," began Larissa. "I know, I know, fucking is fucking. It doesn't take any special talent to lay on your back. I've heard it all...and it is bullshit."

"Yah, that is true," said Sven concurring. "It must be done correctly."

"You need to learn how to eat cock without drowning in cum and you need to learn how to take a cock up your ass without hurting yourself," said Larissa. "But most of all, you need to learn how to look like you are enjoying it...even when you are not. Remember your job isn't just to fuck people, it is to make them feel like you enjoy having them fuck you. Understand?"

"Yes," was Sandy's simple reply.

"Good, now go to work," said Larissa as she turned and went back to her desk.

Things were progressing nicely, thought Larissa. Perhaps Jack was right when he said that Sandy would be a perfect candidate. Larissa had to admit that Jack was a good judge of character, and lack of it too. All the sales team's wives had been given memberships to the Spa and Jack was batting nearly a thousand in picking the women that were material to join their husbands on the exec sales team. To be successful, they needed to be committed and operate as a team themselves.

Looking at the clock, Larissa decided it was time to check in with Jack. He should be through with his own meeting by now. Picking up the phone, Larissa dialed his private line.

"Good morning, Jack here," was the firm greeting over the phone.

"Good morning to you too daddy," said Larissa brightly into the phone. "I just thought I would check in with you and see how you were doing. We didn't get much sleep last night."

"I'm doing better than your new protege's husband...he was late for the meeting," replied Jack.

"Oh, that's so disappointing," said Lasissa disappointedly. "And his wife is showing so much potential. It would be a shame if this didn't work out."

"It's just his first day," said Jack. "It is still too early to form a final opinion. We need to give him a chance. But we can deal with that down the road. We have another problem this morning. Dan broke his leg playing rugby last night and he is going to be laid up for days, if not weeks. The doctor's are taking new xrays this morning."

"Oh, that is a problem," said Larissa concerned. "He and Beverly were scheduled to fly out to Chicago this afternoon to try and close a deal with a new client."

"Precisely," said Jack. "We need to come up with a plan B."

Larissa thought long and hard for a minute and then smiled to herself as she thought she had a win-win solution.

"Why don't we send Mike. There is no reason why Beverly can't take care of her end, pardon the pun, by herself," said Larissa making her sales pitch.

"But do you think he is ready? You haven't even told him about his wife yet. Have you?" asked Jack skeptically.

"No, but getting him away from home and out of town may be just the right atmosphere to tell him," said Larissa, thinking out loud. "And he can see for himself that what we are asking of he and Sandy is nothing out of the ordinary, that it is what is required of all our executive sales team. Beverly is really good at closing sales. It will be a learning experience for Mike and Beverly can show him the ropes and how things get done properly. Besides, I'll be there to keep an eye on him and give him some guidance...and make my pitch to him as well."

"Well you've convinced me. When you've got lemons...add vodka!," concluded Jack. "I like the way you think on your feet. I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree."

"Thank you daddy," said Larissa, radiating in Jack's approval. "I've got to go now. It's time for my massage and skin treatment. You were kind of frisky last night. You left some bruises."

"Sorry baby girl," said Jack sincerely. "Sometimes you just get me so damn excited. No one rocks my world like you."

"Thank you daddy," said Larissa quickly. "Got to go. Can you have Ruth make the necessary changes to the reservation?"

"Sure," replied Jack. "And I'll fill Mike in personally. I want to have a little talk with him anyway. He needs to know that when he is five minutes early, he's ten minutes late!"




Getting Behind Pt. 03



As Sandy sat anxiously waiting for Jack to arrive the mounting tension was apparent in her eyes and in the way she fidgeted in her chair, constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, feeling self conscious in the flimsy dress that Larissa had selected for her. 

Larissa sensed Sandy's discomfort and tried to put her at ease, not wanting to spook her before Jack arrived. As Larissa talked to Sandy, it was the first time that the two of them did not have their claws out. Sandy was surprised that they were actually sitting together engaging in girl talk. Larissa asked Sandy about her boys, their ages, what grade they were in and generally tried to put Sandy at ease.

"You are well on your way to becoming a new and very valuable member of our organization," said Larissa to Sandy pleasantly, finally getting back to business. "You may not realize it now, but you have been given a tremendous opportunity, both you and your husband. I know it may not seem that way right now, but given time..."

Larissa's voice trailed off as her door suddenly swung open. There had been no knock, the door just swung open and Jack strode to the middle of the room. Larissa had been leaning against the edge of the desk as she talked to Sandy and immediately jumped to her feet and rushed to Jack and put her arms around him, giving him a big kiss on the left cheek.

"Hello daddy," said Larissa energetically. "Let me introduce you to Sandy, she is Mike's wife and she has agreed to become the newest member of our team."

Jack turned to Sandy and looked down at her as she remained in the chair without saying a word. Jack's eyes pierced through Sandy, mentally undressing her as his fierce, predatory eyes tried to penetrate her mind and read her thoughts. Sandy squirmed in her chair, uncomfortable with Jack's penetrating stare and the intense scrutiny as his overwhelming animal magnetism, his power, his will to dominate, cowed her, sending shivers down her spine. Averting her eyes downward, Sandy weakly extended her hand to shake Jack's, but he made no move to accept it.

"I see," said Jack, not showing a trace of emotion or interest. "Does she understand what will be expected of her?"

"Yes daddy, I think so daddy," said Larissa nervously, as Sandy could detect just a hint of fear in Larissa's voice for the first time.

"You had better know so," said Jack flatly, still staring at Sandy as he talked to Larissa. "Otherwise you are wasting my time...You! Sandy...are you prepared to do as you are told? Will you do what I say, when I say? No questions asked!"

"Why, well, yes...of course, I..." Sandy started to say before Jack cut her off.

"Good then!" said Jack with a note of finality. "Go outside and stand next to my car and wait for me. My black Mercedes is right in front of the door to the gym. I need to talk to Larissa privately for a moment. You may go now."

Without saying a word, Sandy got up and walked toward the door. Looking back, Sandy noticed for the first time that Jack was dressed entirely in black, from the mock turtleneck to the suit that he was wearing. The suit was expensively tailored and fit Jack perfected as did the handcrafted Italian leather shoes on his feet. Jack looked far more formidable in his suit, Sandy thought, than in the workout clothing she was accustomed to seeing him in at the gym. 

For the first time, the dark clothing gave Sandy a sense of Jack's formidable build with his barrel chest and broad shoulders, and the dark clothing contrasted with Jack's red, though graying hair.. At the gym, Sandy had only observed Jack from across the room. Having stood next to Jack in the same room now, Sandy realized for the first time just how tall he was, at six-two or six-three. 

"Close the door behind you," said Jack impatiently, getting Sandy's attention again. Jack did not turn around as he spoke and the tone of his voice made it clear he expected to be obeyed. Sandy quickly closed the door behind her and headed down the hallway to Jack's car.

"Well, she passed the first test," said Jack to Larissa. "We'll see how she fairs the rest of the afternoon and evening. Are you just about ready to leave? Are all the arrangements made for your trip?

"Yes daddy! I'll take care of Mike...you take care of his wife," said Larissa, before adding, "I'll miss you daddy." 

Larissa was hugging Jack again as he leaned down and put his arms around her in a tight embrace, kissing her full on the lips, as their tongues disappeared into each other's mouths.

"I'll miss you too," said Jack warmly now. "You've done a good job with our little novice here. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you daddy," said Larissa as she basked in Jack's approval. "I'll text you along the way and let you know how we are doing."

"I'll do the same," said Jack as he kissed Larissa on the forehead one last time. "Now you had better hurry. You don't want to be late for your flight.."

Jack turned and exited Larissa's office, heading down the corridor toward his car and the new woman he now looked forward to bending to his will and dominating into complete submission.

"Get in," said Jack firmly as Sandy heard the door beep and the lock click open.

Sandy sank into the soft black leather seat as Jack got in and started the car without saying a word. They were out of the parking lot and a block down the boulevard before Jack spoke again.

"Did Larissa tell you where we were going, what we were going to do?" asked Jack pointedly.

"Yes sir. She said..." Sandy started to say before Jack cut in.

"You can call me Jack," he said as an almost imperceptible smile crossed his face and as his voice trailed off, his last words obviously meant for himself, "at least for now."

"Yes, thank you Jack," said Sandy, desperately trying to be agreeable.

"We're headed to a boutique downtown where I will select your new clothes," said Jack curtly. "From now on you will only wear the clothes that I select for you...and nothing else. Do you understand?"

"Ah...yes Jack," said Sandy compliantly.

"Good!" replied Jack. "Then we are going to another store where I will pick out some additional items for you and begin to introduce you to some of the new things that will be expected of you in the future."

"Yes Jack," repeated Sandy compliantly again.

"After that, we'll have dinner together, and I can get to know you a little better," added Jack. "We'll be meeting another couple at the restaurant and after that there is some business I need to attend to. You'll be accompanying me, perhaps even assisting me..and then I'll drive you home."

"Yes Jack," said Sandy again, very quietly and submissively.

"Did Larissa arrange to get your car home?" asked Jack.

"Yes Jack," replied Sandy. "She is having Eamon drive it home for me later."

"Good," said Jack in what was now a more conversational tone of voice. Turning to really look at Sandy for the first time since they had gotten into the car, Jack said, "so now, let's find out more about you, your background, what makes you tick."

"Oh, OK," said Sandy cautiously. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything!" said Jack, leaving no doubt he meant EVERYTHING!

"Well, I am married and have two childre...." Sandy started to say.

"I know all that!" said Jack impatiently. "I want to know about you. Are you an only child? Are your parent's alive? Start at the beginning."

"Yes, I was an only child. My parent's both died in a car crash when I was very small," said Sandy softly. "I was raised by my grandmother, she..."

"Is she still alive?" interjected Jack.

"No," replied Sandy as Jack continued his questioning.

"Do you have any other family, other than your husband and children?" asked Jack.

"No," said Sandy, with a hint of sadness. "The rest of my family are all dead. I only have Mike and the boys...and his family."

"How old were you when your grandmother died? How long did she raise you?" continued Jack with his interrogation.

"My grandmother raised me from the time I was six until just before I started junior college, when she died," said Sandy. "That's when I met Mike. We got married the same year."

"Was your grandmother strict with you?" asked Jack. "Did she punish you when you misbehaved? Was she a task master?"

"Yes," replied Sandy truthfully. "She was very religious and very set in her ways. She was determined that I be a good girl and she made me tow the line."

"But you still loved her?" asked Jack, appearing to be keenly interested in her answer.

"Yes, of course," said Sandy. "She only wanted what was best for me."

"Good, very good," said Jack, very pleased with the answer for some reason.

They were nearing mid-city now on the freeway and Jack was getting over into the right lane to take the Main Street exit to the downtown business district. As he did so, he turned to Sandy and launched into a new line of inquiry.

"So," said Jack as he paused theatrically for a moment, "did you ever have sex or engage in any sort of sexual activity before you met your husband?"

"No. Absolutely not," replied Sandy immediately, suddenly feeling very self conscious and offended by the question, her face turning beet red.

"So your husband was your first sexual experience then, " said Jack. "Did you have sex before you were married?"

"No," said Sandy, uncomfortable with the new line of questioning. "Not until our wedding night."

"So you were a virgin then?" asked Jack.

"Yes!" said Sandy firmly.

"And he was the only person you have had sex with...up until recently, of course?" said Jack, an unmistakable note of sarcasm in his voice. "No extramarital affairs?"

"No," said Sandy softly as she looked down into her lap, embarrassed.

"But that is different now, isn't it Sandy?" said Jack, not really asking a question.

"Yes," agreed Sandy so quietly she almost couldn't hear herself.

"Speak up," demanded Jack. "You have had sex with other men...and women, haven't you? And you've enjoyed it...haven't you?"

"Yes," said Sandy submissively, knowing the answer was true to both questions and for some reason, not daring to even try to lie to Jack, as she continued to look down into her lap.

"You liked Eamon's big cock inside you, didn't you?" continued Jack. "It was bigger than your husband's and you enjoyed having it all the way deep inside you. Didn't you?"

"Yes," confessed Sandy meekly, wishing Jack would change the subject.

"And Ned's cock," added Jack immediately, "it was even bigger and spread your pussy wider, didn't it?. You liked the feeling of the way he stretched and filled your pussy...didn't you?"

"Yes, yes," said Sandy her voice pleading. "I enjoyed them both, Owen too! Oh please Jack, do we have to talk about it?"

"Yes!" said Jack sharply. "Yes we have to talk about it. Because you are going to be asked to do more...much more...do you understand?"

"Yes Jack," said Sandy even more submissively, shuddering at the implications of what he just said. "I understand."

"Good then," said Jack in a more agreeable voice. "We're here."

Jack pulled into a narrow parking lot between two tall buildings and parked at the back. As they got out of the car and walked toward the street Jack said, "One last thing. While we are in public together, never make direct eye contact with me. Always cast your eyes down. It is a sign of respect and you need to show your respect for me at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes Jack," said Sandy softly.

"Another thing," said Jack, a serious tone in his voice, "only speak if I ask you to. You are to speak to no one else. About the only thing you will be asked to say is 'Yes Jack' anyway. But you speak only to me and you respond only to me. Understand?"

"Yes Jack," was Sandy's meek reply. "I understand."

"Good," said Jack as he opened the door to the clothing boutique and Sandy stepped inside.

Larissa had gotten stuck in mid-afternoon freeway traffic on her way into the main office and she was really running behind now. As she pulled up in front of the main entrance, the limo was already waiting and she pulled up behind it, handing her car keys to the security guard who was hovering nearby. "Put my bag in the the trunk and then park my car please. Leave my keys with the reception desk. Thanks!" said Larissa, uttering the last few words as she settled into her seat in the back of the limo as the guard closed the door. Before Larissa could say another word, the chauffeur was already pulling out into traffic, frantically trying make their early afternoon flight to Chicago as he maneuvered through the burgeoning traffic.

"Well, that was cutting it kind of close," said Beverly, breaking the silence.

"Sorry," said Larissa, "I got stuck behind an accident and it took forever for them to clear a lane. I take it that you and Mike have introduced yourselves."

"Yes," said Mike. "Beverly stopped by my office earlier to introduce herself and to make sure I had all the paperwork...and to answer any questions I might have. You have no idea how helpful she has been."

"No Mike," said Larissa with a glint in her eye, "you have no idea just how helpful she is going to be." Larissa and Beverly exchanged knowing smiles.

Larissa and Beverly were on either side of Mike in the back of the limo and although there was plenty of room to stretch out, both women were sitting close to Mike so he could feel the softness and the warmth of their bodies. Neither woman made an effort to move, since it was apparent from the bulge in Mike's pants that he was enjoying the attention. As they discussed business on their way to the airport, both women would occasionally let their hand come to rest on Mike's thighs. Both women enjoyed watching Mike's surging discomfort as they sped toward the airport.

As Sandy stepped into the boutique, the welcome warmth inside enveloped her body like a fuzzy blanket. The dress that Larissa had selected for her was nonexistent for the most part, barely covering her breasts, and it was open down the back all the way to the crack of her ass. The bottom of the dress barely covered her lower cheeks and when the late afternoon breeze caught the dress in the canyon of tall buildings that was downtown, the furrows of her pussy were clearly visible to the pedestrians who had passed by on the sidewalk.

Sandy was relieved to escape into the warmth of the boutique and evade the eyes that had gawked at her exposed femininity. Immediately a soft spoken middle-aged woman took Sandy by the hand and ushered her toward the rear of the store.

"Hello my dear," said the woman, "my name is Yvette and my staff and I will be taking care of your every need. Mr. Jack is one of our oldest and best customers." Yvette nodded to Jack as she led Sandy across the store.

Sandy took the inside of the store in as she was escorted to the back. It was very French and very old school, like something from a different era. Everything was red and black and frilly and, Sandy thought to herself, looked like...well...a New Orleans bordello.

Yvette opened the ornate double-doors to a separate room that was filled with floor to ceiling mirrors and a plush red carpet. Standing in the middle of the room was a large gold chair with red velvet covers on the back and bottom seat. In front of the chair was a low circular pedestal rising about six inches from the floor and perhaps three feet in diameter.

As Jack took his seat in the chair Yvette led Sandy to the riser and had her stand in the middle facing Jack. No sooner was Jack in his seat than Yvette snapped her fingers and another door opened at the side of the room, with clerks rolling carts full of dresses and other apparel into the room and arraying them to Sandy's left and right. 

"Knowing your taste, Mr. Jack," purred Yvette, "I took the liberty of selecting some of the garments I thought you might like." Jack nodded his approval.

Yvette let go of Sandy's hand and took her place just to the right of Jack's chair, turning to face Sandy. Waving her hand, two of her young male assistants moved forward and untied Sandy's dress behind her neck and let it slip to the floor. Sandy now stood naked in front of Jack for the first time and was glad that Jack had insisted that she keep her eyes downcast, since she wouldn't have to make eye contact with the eyes she was sure were searing into her naked flesh. Ironically, the six other people who were now in the room, besides Jack and Yvette, all seemed indifferent to Sandy's nakedness and went about their tasks as though she were nothing more than a mannequin.

Sandy's body had not yet adjusted from the cold outside and her body was still flushed red and covered with goosebumps. Sandy's nipples were fully erect and her breasts swelled in and out as she tried to control her breathing, excited at having Jack finally appraise her naked body. For some strange reason, perhaps her vanity, Sandy hoped her body would please him.

"Oh, very nice indeed Mr. Jack," gushed Yvette. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes," said Jack with no discernible emotion. "Bring her here. I want to take a closer look."

The young men had Sandy's hands now and assisted her in stepping down from the pedestal. 

"Turn around," said Jack, "and bend at the waist." 

Although she felt humiliated, Sandy did as she was instructed and put her hands on her knees.

"Spread her apart so I can take a closer look," said Jack as he looked back and forth to the two young men.

As Sandy stood there frozen, each of the young men used one of their hands to grasp the inside of her thighs and used the other hand to spread her ass cheeks and pussy apart. Sandy was an even brighter shade of red now that when she came in from the cold and involuntarily, almost without thinking, spread her feet and legs even farther apart to give Jack a better look at her moist femininity.

Sandy was bursting with excitement now. She realized that Jack had not yet so much as touched her and she braced herself for the thrill she was sure would accompany his first touch. But the touch never came. Instead, Jack leaned forward and looked closely into her pussy and her exposed ass, taking a deep breath to appreciate the feminine perfume of her moist pink flesh.

As Jack exhaled and his warm breath filled her pussy and asshole, Sandy swooned with excitement as her pussy became even more wet and the juices began to trickle down her thighs.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," said Jack finally as he sat back in his chair. "Fresh as a spring day. It is going to be an exquisite pleasure peeling away the petals from this beautiful rose, one at a time," concluded Jack as Sandy both shuddered and thrilled at the thought of what his words might portend.

Jack motioned to the two young men and they took Sandy's hands once again and placed her in the middle of the pedestal facing Jack. For what seemed like hours, the young men draped various garments on Sandy's body and Jack either nodded his approval or disapproval. The young men continued to caress or knead Sandy's flesh throughout the sitting and the touch of their hands betrayed no emotion, as though they were, indeed, dressing a mannequin in the store window as they quickly dressed her in one piece of clothing after another.

Very few of the garments that Jack selected for Sandy were anything she would have selected for herself, much less worn in public. All the clothing was very revealing and could best be described as provocatively sexy. When Jack was through selecting clothing they were all boxed or bagged up and carried to Jack's car by the young men.

While the young men hurriedly packed up Sandy's new clothing and took them to the car, Sandy stood silently on the pedestal, stark naked facing Jack, who continued to stare at her body intently as his eyes examined and devoured every inch of her body. Although she never looked up, Sandy could feel Jack's eyes burning into her and every passing moment made Sandy more and more aroused.




Getting Behind Pt. 03



"Put your dress back on," said Jack finally as he got up and moved toward the door. Sandy quickly retrieved Larissa's skimpy dress from the floor and pulled it on, as she struggled to tie it behind her neck, hurrying to catch up with Jack, who was already through the door.

Were it not for the bumpiness of the flight going over the Rockies as the weather front moved in, Mike would have been thoroughly enjoying his first flight in first class. Mike was pleasantly surprised how freely the high end liquor flowed in first class and was becoming increasingly less and less inhibited as Beverly seemed to insist on pushing her ample breasts into his face each time she got up and down from her seat, making sure her nipples caressed his lips through the sheer fabric that barely concealed her swelling naked breasts.

Between Beverly's breasts and Larissa's hand constantly squeezing his thigh each time she made a point as they discussed business, Mike was beside himself. On Beverly's most recent flyby, Mike opened his mouth as Beverly's nipple grazed his lips and he impulsively closed his lips around it briefly, quickly releasing it, embarrassed as he looked up at Beverly sheepishly. Beverly's return gaze was anything but sheepish and Mike thought he would explode, as he quickly excused himself and made his way to the bathroom.

"I haven't had this much fun on a flight since I joined the mile high club," said Beverly to Larissa as Mike disappeared down the aisle. 

"Perhaps on the return flight dear we can induct Mike into the club as well," suggested Larissa provocatively. "Do you think we can fit all three of us in the bathroom?" 

"It might be a tight squeeze," replied Beverly as she saw Mike coming back down the aisle, "but that's half the fun, isn't it?"

"What's half the fun?" asked Mike, only hearing the tail end of the conversation.

"Working closely with new people and learning to know their moves," said Larissa, smiling at Beverly as Mike took his seat between them.

"I just ran into the captain on the way back," said Mike, "he said the planes were backed up over Chicago. We may be having a late night tonight."

It was getting dark now as Jack's car pulled out of the parking lot and he headed toward their next destination, Bound by Love. The late afternoon breeze had turned into gusting winds and the clouds rolling in from the west were darkly ominous as the setting sun highlighted their roiling outer edges. It looked like a storm was on the way, thought Sandy distractedly, as she looked out the window of Jack's Mercedes, pondering what was in store for her next and just generally brooding about how her life was spinning out of control, how dark clouds were not just on the distant horizon.

They were headed back in the direction of the gym now, but Jack was taking the boulevard, rather than the freeway and they were driving through neighborhoods that Sandy had never seen before. Most of the area just beyond downtown was working class neighborhoods and some of the homes were shabby and rundown. As they got farther away from downtown these neighborhoods were replaced by expansive industrial parks that seemed to stretch on for miles.

Finally, as they crested a hill, Sandy could see residential neighborhoods just ahead not unlike her own, and she knew that the gym was just a mile or so farther up the boulevard. Just as they were about to leave the commercial area, Jack turned right on the last street in the industrial park and drove down several blocks past all variety of automotive, electrical, plumbing and other service businesses. It was dark now and most of these businesses were closed for the night and the streets were dark, with only occasional street lights overhead, illuminating the low fog that was rolling in.

After they had gone about six blocks, Sandy could finally see one business ahead that still had its lights on. As they pulled in the parking lot in front, the bright red neon sign exclaimed "ADULT" in bold letters, reflecting its red glow on the freshly wet asphalt, as the rain started to come down harder. A smaller sign, directly above the entrance said "Bound by Love, Erotic, Exotic and Bondage Apparel and Equipment."

Jack had remained silent on their drive since they had left the store. He hadn't continued to pepper Sandy with questions, as he had previously. Sandy decided to leave well enough alone and remained silent herself, wondering, fantasizing really, about what would be coming next. Sandy concluded that whatever Jack was thinking about had his full attention, since she could see the huge bulge that had grown inside his trousers and it seemed to be throbbing occasionally. Sandy could also feel the wetness forming between her own legs as she wondered how Jack's thoughts might involve her.

"Get out and follow me," said Jack finally breaking the silence. Jack was out of the car and hurrying toward the door as the rain began to come down even more heavily. Sandy was right behind him, the cold rain and wind chilling her to the bone as her skimpy dress clung to her body, making her look virtually naked.

As Sandy rushed through the door behind Jack the warmth of the interior was initially a welcome relief. Soon, Sandy was overwhelmed by what now became the almost oppressive heat that filled the shop, with the smell of leather and the musky candles that burned at the far end of the room, making it hard to breath.

Sandy became wide-eyed as she looked at the seemingly endless array of leather bondage gear and apparel that lined the walls and filled the aisles in the store. One end of the store was devoted to all kinds of apparatuses, some of which made Sandy shudder, wondering how they might be used...and if they might end up being used on her!

There was a tall, bald-headed man at the counter in the center of the store. The man was bare chested and dressed in a leather vest and leather slacks. He was muscular, like Eamon, Sandy thought, as she cautiously returned his stare. The man nodded hello to Jack, obviously recognizing him. "Everything is ready, just like you asked," said the man as they approached. 

The man handed Jack a key as he got to the counter and Jack said, "Thanks, we'll probably be an hour or so. How has business been today?"

Jack was already past the counter now as he spoke and headed toward the hallway on the left at the back of the store. Sandy was following close behind Jack, uncomfortable with the nature of the store and the bald man who was openly leering at her.

"It has been busy today. Three of the other rooms are currently rented and we sold a stocks and a couple of slings today," said the bald man enthusiastically.

"Good," said Jack as he neared the hallway. "Maybe I'll finally start to see a return on my investment."

"There are other perks to owning a place like this," said the bald man, irony dripping from his voice.

"Yes indeed," exclaimed Jack, looking back at the man with a broad grin, as the man grinned as well.

Sandy stuck a look at both men's grins as she cocked her head slightly to each side, while being careful to keep her head and eyes downcast. The bald man continued to mentally undress Sandy, which didn't take much imagination as the flimsy dress continued to cling to her, as Sandy disappeared down the hallway.

As Sandy followed Jack down the corridor there were three doors on either side, with one at the far end. On each side of the hallway there were two numbered doors, with doors marked "utility" in between. The doors on the left were odd numbered and those on the right were even numbered, one through four. The door at the end of the hallway was unnumbered and simply said "Master's Dungeon."

Door's one, two and four all had red light bulbs burning above them, obviously indicating they were occupied. Jack stopped when he reached the middle of the hallway and used one of the keys on the ring that the bald man had handed him to open the utility door on the right. "Step inside," said Jack, brusquely.

Once inside, Jack closed the door and they were standing in complete darkness for a moment. Then Jack opened another door, directly in front of him, which led into another dimly lit room. As they stepped inside, Sandy immediately noticed that the only light was emanating from the one way mirrors that lined either side of the narrow space.

Jack made no attempt to instruct or guide Sandy's attention. Sandy looked, wide eyed, at what was going on in each room, her head craning left and right as she took it all in. After a minute or so, Sandy gravitated to the mirrored wall on the left, moving close in as she put her hands on the glass and leaned into it. As Sandy watched, mesmerized by what she was seeing, she could feel Jack placing a set of earphones over her head.

Sandy's body tensed as she could now hear the woman's pained screams as the four men around her methodically dripped hot candle wax over her entire body. She was a big woman, with large bulbous breasts and an ass and thighs to match. She was a beauty by no means and the four men hovering over her were all overweight and past their prime as well. All of the men were clad in the ubiquitous black leather which was the preferred attire of those who engaged in BDSM, with sweat pouring from their graying temples.

Each man had a different colored candle and as they continued to coat the hapless woman's arms and legs in a mosaic of color, the tattoos that seemed to cover her entire body slowly disappeared. With each new drop of hot wax the woman screamed and squirmed, vainly trying to avoid the searing hot wax. The buxom woman's squirming was futile, since she was securely bound to the medieval rack beneath her with her arms and legs stretched tight by the leather straps that bound her ankles and wrists.

As two of the men now concentrated on her upper chest and breasts, the other two men focused on her lower torso and stomach, and her anguished screams became both louder and closer together.

Sandy stood transfixed, watching the woman struggle to avoid the wax and then scream as the hot liquid burned into her flesh. Jack could see that Sandy was becoming aroused as her breathing became heavier and her body swayed as she watched and listened to the woman on the opposite side of the mirror.

Finally, the men were focusing the dripping hot wax on the woman's sensitive nipples and clit and her screams were frantically wild and animal like now. Jack could see that Sandy was shaking all over as the relentless streams of hot wax covered the screaming woman's tits and pussy. Shaking like a leaf now, Sandy turned away to face the other mirror, since she could take no more of the woman's writhing body and tortured screams.

As she turned, Jack switched the dial on the wall and the sound from the other room now filled Sandy's earphones. The high-pitched screams of a young woman now assaulted Sandy's ears as the girl begged the man and woman to stop. As Sandy watched, the girl, who couldn't have been much older than eighteen, was bound spread eagle in mid-air to chains attached to the floor and ceiling. The man and woman abusing the young girl were about twice her age and looked attractive and svelte in their tight fitting leather garb, as they prodded and whipped the screaming girl.

"Oh, oh, please...no more...oh please," cried the girl hysterically, "I can't take any...Aahhhhh!" screamed the girl as the women prodded her again with the metal prongs on the small electrical device in her right hand, and as the man flayed her back with the cat o'nine tails from behind yet again.

"Oh God, please no more...I can...Aahhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Nnnoooooo! Please! Please!" pleaded the girl in her high pitched girlish voice as her screams filled Sandy's head through the earphones. 

The man and woman were circling the blindfolded girl now, flaying and shocking her body all over and at a more rapid pace. The girl was screaming and crying constantly now as her body jerked each time a fresh jolt of electricity coursed through her body or the leather strands on the cat lashed her flesh. Words didn't come out of the girl any longer, only anguished gibberish, as her urgent screams became louder and even more high pitched as the torment continued.

After several minutes of constant abuse, the young woman finally fainted. The man and woman stepped back for a moment and put the prod and whip on the table behind them. The man took two three foot stainless steel metal rods from the table. The rods were screwed together at either end with bolts that had eye hooks at each end. Placing the bars above and below the young woman's breasts, the man and woman began screwing the bolts tighter and tighter until the girls breasts bulged out the front of the stainless steel rods which now tightly formed a vice above and below her breasts.

Pressing a button on the console on the table, two additional chains were suspended from the ceiling and the man and woman attached them to the eye hooks on the top of the metal rods. Depressing the buttons on the console once again, the young woman was lifted higher and outward as she was suspended in the air by her swollen breasts. Sandy could hear the young woman begin to moan in pain once again. Working the console yet again, the man made the chains that were attached to the girls wrists extend out farther, making the girls arms stretch out to either side of her body.

Now the man was dropping yet another chain from the ceiling behind the young girl, this one with a smoothly rounded stainless steel hook which he shoved as far as he could up the young girls rectum before hitting the switch and lifting her ass high in the air from her hook impaled asshole. The girls groans of pain were becoming louder now as she started to regain consciousness.

"Oh please, no more," said the girlish voice softly, in almost a whisper. "Please, please, I can't take any more. Oh, please!"

It was obvious to Sandy that the couple were unfazed by the girls pathetic pleading as the woman attached clamps to each of the girls nipples and the man did the same to the lips on the girl's pussy, before attaching an additional smaller clamp to her clit. All Sandy could hear now were the whining sounds the girl was making as she struggled to control the new sources of pain that were racking her body.

"Oh Jesus! No!" screamed the girl more loudly and more shrill than ever before. "Oh God! Please! Please! Please! No more! Oh God, I can't take any more....Oh please, please, please!"

None of the girls begging stopped the couple for so much as a fraction of a second as they attached ball weights to each of the clamps and the girls nipples, clit and labia were stretched farther and farther from her body. Now the girl's groans were punctuated by her screams as the pain became almost unbearable.

Unmoved by the girls obvious anguish the woman now retrieved her electrical device and began touching the stainless steel bars that were clamped to the girls breasts and with each touch, the girls body shuddered in even deeper pain. The man now had a wooden cane and each time the women sent a new jolt of electricity through the girl, he whipped the bottoms of her feet. The electric jolts were obviously being conducted by the hook in the girls rectum since each jolt made the girl;s ass thrash wildly in the air.

The girls screams were constant now. There were no more moans of anguish, only loud shrill screams as though the girl was being burned alive. Finally, the girl let out one giant scream that completely unnerved Sandy as she fell to her knees, unable to support herself as her legs became too weak to support her.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" cried the girl as though she were dying. "Please, please...daddy, mommy, no more! No more! Oh please! I promise to be good! I promise! I promise..."

Sandy's entire body stiffened suddenly as the reality of what she was hearing and seeing sunk in. Slumping completely to the floor now on her hands and knees, Sandy turned away from the mirror and pulled the earphones off as she dropped them to the floor. Without looking up, Sandy pleaded in a low voice, "Please Jack, no more. I, I can't watch...listen any more. Please, can we go now?"

"Are you coming?" said Jack flatly as Sandy looked up and saw that Jack was already at the door, holding it open. Slowly getting to her feet, Sandy crossed the narrow room to the door on wobbly legs as Jack closed the door behind her. Next Jack opened the door to the outer hallway and ordered, "Go to the room at the end of the hall. When you get there, step inside and disrobe. Put on what has been provided for you Don't say another word until we leave the room. Do you understand?."

Sandy was completely unsettled now, she couldn't come to grips with the fact that a father and mother could torture their own daughter so brutally. Sandy was so disturbed by what she had just witnessed that she couldn't speak, so she simply nodded her head yes in capitulation to Jack's will as her building apprehension and fear overwhelmed her. 

"Good," said Jack. "Now do as you have been told."

Jack watched Sandy as she staggered down the hallway, as the fear and apprehension that gripped her body was apparent in every wobbly step she took closer to the door. He could see Sandy's hands shaking as she opened the door and stepped inside. 

Walking back to the front of the store, Jack talked to the bald man for a couple minutes before calling Larissa and exchanging progress reports. Jack was glad to hear that the flight would be delayed. He could take his time with Sandy and see just how far he could push her. Thus far Sandy had given him very little resistance and was proving to be pleasantly compliant.

As Sandy closed the door her body was quivering and it wasn't from the cold. The darkened, candlelit room was decidedly warm, almost stifling. Crossing the room to the table on the opposite wall, Sandy looked for the garments she was supposed to change into, but found nothing. Continuing to scan the table with her eyes as she pulled her dress over her head, Sandy dropped the flimsy garment on the edge of the table as she surveyed the assortment of bondage gear that was arrayed on top of it, wondering which, if not all of them, were going to be used on her. Sandy shuddered as she looked at the whips and riding crops lined up on the table.

Sandy slipped off her shoes and placed them next to her dress as she scanned the room a final time, looking for what Jack told her she was to put on. Finally the flickering candlelight illuminated the chains that were hanging about waist level from the ceiling to the left of the table and the leather wrist restraints that were attached to them, with the straps of a black blindfold neatly tied in a bow, holding them together. As Sandy walked closer, she could see the chains on the floor, with leather ankle restraints attached to them as well.

Sandy's body shuddered as she realized that there was no clothing to put on, just the leather wrist and ankle restraints, and the blindfold. As she undid the bow on the blindfold that held the wrist restraints together, Sandy discovered the blindfold was fur lined and that it would completely cover her upper face and forehead, leaving her in complete darkness. Sandy hesitated for just a moment before stepping between the chains at her feet and buckling the leather restraints to her ankles. Next Sandy attached the restraints to each of her wrists as her fingers trembled almost uncontrollably, before she placed the blindfold over her eyes and tying the straps in a tight bow behind her head.

As Sandy stood silently in total darkness now, she could feel the gust of cool air that wafted across the room as the door opened and closed, making a creaking sound that only heightened Sandy's feeling of apprehension. Suddenly Sandy could feel and hear the chains being raised into the air as the low hum of a motor whirred behind her and the chains clinked as her arms were being drawn above her head and away from her body. 




Getting Behind Pt. 03



Before Sandy could completely register what was happening to her, she was lifted off her feet and dangled briefly in the air before the chains attached to her wrists and ankles became taut as she was now helplessly spread eagle, suspended from the ceiling, an overhead pin light now illuminating Sandy's quivering body.

Sandy's body trembled as her mind raced, anticipating, imagining what would come next. What seemed like several minutes past, but were really only a few seconds. Sandy could hear the sound of Jack's feet as he crossed the room to the table and then she could feel Jack's warm breath on her skin as he leaned in and closely surveying her entire body. Sandy could feel Jack's breath on her neck, breasts, backside and finally her pussy as he leaned in even closer, inhaling the pungent scent of her femininity as the juices flowed freely down both of Sandy's inner thighs.

With her breasts swelling in and out and her stomach muscles contracting violently, Sandy's breathing was becoming more and more labored as she was consumed with fear at what would happen next. Nearly hyperventilating as her head began to spin, Sandy almost passed out. Sandy was jolted back from the edge of unconsciousness as she felt the smooth leather of a riding crop caress the sweaty flesh between her breasts. Sandy's body stiffened as the end of the leather crop continued on its downward path across her stomach toward her pussy.

For the next several minutes Jack ran the riding crop across every inch of Sandy's body, often letting it slide across the increasing moist pink flesh of her swollen pussy. As the leather caressed Sandy's skin she became more and more excited, sensing that the pleasure she was now feeling would suddenly and unexpectedly be replaced by pain. The fear and tension she was feeling was strangely exhilarating, Sandy thought to herself. Sandy could feel every nerve ending in her body now as fear and a strange and edgy sexual excitement consumed her.

"Ohhhh!" cried out Sandy as the warm sting of the crop's tongue seared into her left buttock for the first time. "Eewww!" gasped Sandy as the crop found it's mark on Sandy's other buttock. Neither stroke was particularly hard, but each startled Sandy, ramping up her excitement to an even higher level.

"Aahhhh" mewed Sandy as the leather tongue stung the outside of Sandy's left breast. "Mmmhhhh!" cried out Sandy, absorbing an unexpected blow to her right inner thigh as each stroke of the crop was delivered with slightly increasing force. Sandy was hyperventilating now as the strokes became closer together and increasingly more forceful as each stroke was delivered more and more randomly, with Sandy not knowing where the next sting of leather would be delivered to her helpless body. Although the strokes of the crop were getting harder, they were very controlled and never caused Sandy's flesh to actually burn with pain. Strangely, it was almost as though each blow made her glow with pleasure.

With each new stroke of the crop Sandy became more and more aroused. Sandy was breathing really hard now as one lash of the riding crop was quickly followed by the next. The sense of excitement, the mixture of pleasure and pain, were exquisite, Sandy thought to herself. She had never been so aroused in her life, Sandy decided, as the strokes continued to reign down on her hypersensitive flesh. 

Suddenly the strokes of the riding crop stopped and Sandy could feel her right wrist and arm released from its chain tether. As Sandy lowered her unrestrained arm, she could feel the riding crop pushing against her forearm, guiding her hand across her lower stomach. As the tongue of the crop continued to press against her forearm and hand, Sandy understood what Jack wanted her to do as she sank her index and middle finger into her dripping pussy. Sandy was already nearing orgasm and it wouldn't take much more to drive her over the edge.

As Sandy gratefully sank her fingers into her aching wet pussy and stroked her throbbing clit, Jack resumed lashing Sandy's responsive flesh as her breasts heaved and she ground her ass in and out as her fingers disappeared into her pussy. Sandy was moaning loudly now as she neared orgasm and suddenly cried out, "Ohhhh! Aughh! Ewwohhh!" as the tip of the riding crop sharply stung Sandy's left, then right nipple, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through Sandy's body as she convulsed in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

As the riding crop incessantly slapped at Sandy's nipples and breasts, her body was swept by one intense orgasm after another as her body swayed on it's chain tether. Orgasm after orgasm consumed Sandy as she became delirious with lust, surrendering to each new wave of exquisite pleasure and pain. 

Finally, exhausted after absorbing one overwhelming orgasm after another, Sandy's body now hung limp, suspended from the ceiling. Sandy could feel the crop pushing her hand and arm upward again and she quickly realized that she was to be fully tethered again. Compliantly raising her arm up and out, the wrist restraint was reattached to the chain overhead. After a few seconds Sandy heard the now familiar whir of the motor and found herself tightly tethered again, barely able to move as her arms and legs were stretched even more tightly away from her body.

Being blindfolded and unable to see had only heightened Sandy's level of sexual tension and accentuated the pleasure and pain that Sandy was experiencing. Sandy could feel the warm sex juices gushing out of her now gaping pussy and flowing down her thighs. Suddenly, Sandy could feel something hard being inserted deep into her pussy and also clamping hard against her narrow strip of pubic hair, with the bottom of the device tightly pressed against her swollen clit.

Next Sandy could feel something being attached to the outside and inside of her left breast and then her right. Then something was attached to both sides of Sandy's lower abdomen and then both her inner thighs and finally her ass cheeks. Sandy had no idea what was coming next, but was becoming aroused all over again as she was once again consumed with apprehension and tension in anticipation of what new mixture of pleasure and pain was about to be visited on her increasingly willing body.

"Ooohhhhh!" moaned Sandy as a sudden jolt of electricity enveloped her right breast. "Mmmhhhh! Aaghh, Aaghh!" she cried out again as the next wave of electricity coursed through Sandy's left thigh. "Oh!, Aahh!, Ohhhh!" Sandy moaned, again and again, as flashes of electricity came one after another from each of the electrodes attached to her body. Sandy was becoming more and more aroused as the jolts of electricity came randomly from each of the connections, with each jolt more and then less intense, with Sandy not knowing where or how intense the next jolt of electricity would be.

Sandy was fully aroused again and her moaning was becoming louder and more urgent as she was obviously nearing a new orgasm. Suddenly, Sandy could feel intense, overwhelmingly pleasurable vibrations, enveloping her pussy and sending waves of pleasure through her engorged and throbbing clit.

The pleasure that Sandy was experiencing was excruciatingly intense and now she wasn't moaning so much as screaming as one wave of intense pleasure was overwhelmed by the next. Sandy was delirious now as orgasm after orgasm consumed her. Sandy's whole body shook violently as every inch of her flesh became one giant lustful nerve ending, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure from each new jolt of electricity as the vibrator clamped to her pussy relentlessly drove her to orgasm after intense orgasm.

Finally, Sandy reached sensory overload and fainted, her body slumping forward as she hung from the ceiling. When Sandy finally revived, she was laying naked on the floor. The tethering chains had been lowered and the restraints removed. Rolling over on her side, Sandy slowly began to sit up. Sandy could still feel the device inside her and clamped to her pussy and reached down to remove it.

"Leave it where it is," said Jack sternly from behind her. "I'll tell you when you can take it off. Right now you can take the blindfold off and use the bathroom on the other end of the room to freshen up. Take your dress and shoes with you and be ready in 10 minutes, we don't want to be late for our dinner reservation...and remember, leave the vibrator where I put it. Understand?"

Sandy still wasn't sure if she should speak, so she turned to Jack and shook her head yes as her face flushed with embarrassment, realizing she had succumbed to this man's will so easily and had cum for him again and again without him so much as touching her. As she moved off toward the bathroom after retrieving her dress and shoes, Sandy also realized that Jack was exerting some strange power over her but she felt helpless to resist him. Sandy was both frightened and exhilarated by the thought of being so thoroughly in control of this powerful man.

As Sandy opened the door to the bathroom she was briefly blinded by the bright lights inside. Slowly, Sandy's eyes adjusted to the brightness inside and she saw the shower in the corner of the room. Turning the water on very hot, Sandy stepped inside and let the water cascade over her body, carefully avoiding getting her hair wet. Sandy could feel the hot water mildly stinging the parts of her flesh that had felt the kiss of leather. After washing the sweat from her skin, Sandy quickly dried herself in front of the full length mirror on the adjoining wall, assessing the splotches of darkened skin that now covered her body. 

Sandy shivered as she relived each lash of the riding crop in her mind as she looked at herself in the mirror. Remembering that Jack had told her to hurry, Sandy quickly dressed and touched herself up using the makeup that had been provided on the counter.

Jack was leaning against the table in the outer room as Sandy cleaned herself up in the adjoining bathroom. As Jack waited, he reviewed Larissa's text messages from the flight. Jack had to laugh to himself, Beverly was behaving like the prick tease she had always been, driving poor Mike to distraction. The poor guy, Jack thought to himself, he didn't have a change when left to the mercies of two barracudas like Larissa and Beverly.

Next Jack reviewed the video of his first session with Sandy, which he had shot with his free hand on his cell phone. Yes, Jack thought to himself, she was turning out to be a willing infidel and would bend easily to his will. Jack could feel himself getting hard all over again as he listened to Sandy moan softly with each lash of his riding crop. Jack could hear the shower being turned off now, so he knew Sandy would be joining him shortly. 

Stopping the video on his cell phone, Jack quickly hit the appropriate keys and forwarded the video to Larissa's phone. Jack knew she would enjoy watching, and more importantly, knew Larissa would make good use of the video in manipulating Sandy's husband Mike to their desired ends. Jack had just returned the phone to his jacket pocket as Sandy opened the door and slowly walked across the room to join him, her head down, not making eye contact, as she had been told.

"Good," said Jack as Sandy stood in front of him now. "There is just one last thing. Lift your dress over your ass and bend over the table...NOW!" said Jack as he sensed Sandy hesitating.

As Sandy complied with Jack's demand, she assumed he was going to remove the vibrating device from her pussy, but instead she felt something rigid and rubbery pressing hard against her anus. As Jack pushed this new device deeper and deeper into her ass it got wider and wider before it tapered off again and snugly slipped into her anal cavity. Sandy moaned loudly as the butt plug stretched her anus wide.

"There," said Jack. "Now we are ready to go. Come on."

Mike had way too much to drink, and in spite of the turbulence had passed out in his seat between Larissa and Beverly. The airplane was being buffeted by the intense thunderstorm that was rolling across most of the Midwest. Looking over at Mike to make sure he was sound asleep, Larissa opened the video that Jack had sent her a bit earlier. 

As Larissa watched the video it made her hotter and hotter. Almost without realizing it, Larissa's fingers had disappeared between her legs and she was nearing orgasm herself as she watched Sandy, chained to the ceiling, getting herself off as well. As Larissa came at almost the same instant as Sandy on her cell phone video, Larissa moaned louder than she would have wanted to and she looked up suddenly, only to find the man sitting in the seat across the aisle from her enjoying the show she was putting on.

Larissa gave the man a lewd and knowing smile as she extracted her hand from between her legs and coyly licked her fingers. Smiling back and somewhat embarrassed, the man returned to his laptop.

"When you are done, I could use a shot of that," said Beverly suddenly, having taken in the whole scene.

"Certainly dear" replied Larissa, "but let's make sure that we don't let the children see this." Larissa left no doubt which children she was talking about as she looked directly at the sleeping Mike.

Larissa handed her phone to Beverly when she had completely finished the video and sat back in her seat smiling. Yes indeed, she thought to herself, that would come in really handy later when she made her move on Mike, who continued to sleep soundly in the seat next to her as they continued their bumpy flight to Chicago.

They were halfway to the restaurant before Jack spoke again. Sandy, for her part, sat in compliant silence, her head down, trying to come to grips with the things she had done and that she had let be done to her. Sandy was filled with ambivalence, not sure whether she should give herself over to the lust and excitement that filled her throughout the session with Jack or to be totally disgusted with herself and surrender to the sense of shame that was also lurking in the back of her mind. Sandy's internal struggle was cut short as she heard Jack begin to speak.

"You have done very well so far," began Jack. "You are as lustful as you are beautiful. That will serve you very well...as you continue to serve ME!" said Jack with emphasis. "Your body craves the kind of attention that I can...and will give you!"

As Jack's words echoed inside Sandy's head, she was ashamed to admit to herself that he was right. She had never felt so aroused or alive in her life as she did at this moment. Sandy knew there was probably no turning back now. Somewhere deep inside, Sandy also knew she didn't want to turn back...she was aroused and exhilarated at the thought of what might happen next. Sandy found herself craving the alternating feelings of pleasure and pain that seemed to feed off of each other as they drove her to a new elevated state of arousal that she could only conclude in her own mind must be pure ecstasy.

"You'll do exactly as I say from now on, won't you Sandy?" prodded Jack in a demanding voice as they continued toward the restaurant.

"Yes! Oh yes!" blurted Sandy as she suddenly felt the devices in her pussy and ass send fresh waves of pleasure through her body as they vibrated deep inside her. As she grabbed the leather seat on either side of her thighs, she tried to control the unexpected pleasure that was sweeping across her body carrying her away again into her new world of unabated pleasure. Sandy stretched out her legs and arched her back as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her body once again.

"If I tell you to fuck someone for me, you'll do as I demand...won't you Sandy?" asked Jack pointedly as he increased the level of the vibrators with the remote he held in his left hand on the seat next to him.

"Yessss!" moaned Sandy, barely able to speak as the increased intensity of the vibrations drove her wild with excitement.

"You will do anything and anyone I demand you to do, won't you Sandy? You'll fuck men and women and groups of men and women when I tell you to...won't you Sandy" demanded Jack in a forceful voice.

"Yes, Oh, yes!" screamed Sandy as she was caught in the throes of yet another intense orgasm, her eyes closed as she concentrated on extracting every ounce of pleasure she was experiencing. Sandy's mind was filled with images of orgies and debauchery as she imaged...dreamed of the pleasures that awaited her. 

"I'll do anything you say Jack...anything! Oh God! Ohhhh! Aahhhhh!" cried Sandy as her body undulated on the seat next to Jack, as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. 

The valet's eyes bugged out as he opened the passenger door and heard Sandy's moans of pleasure as she stretched out her legs and arched her back as the final burst of pleasure swept across her body. The cold burst of air shocked Sandy back to reality and she flushed with embarrassment as she realized that the valet had seen and heard her cum loud and hard, just as he opened her door.

Sandy quickly got out of the car and without looking up at the smirking valet, quietly said thank you as she rushed to join Jack who was waiting for her, a broad smile on his face as well.

"We are meeting a man and a woman for dinner," said Jack. "They are probably here already. Later, the woman will be meeting us elsewhere and you will assist me as I discipline her for her poor performance. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Sandy meekly, already having been filled in somewhat by Larissa.

"The woman's name is Abby. You needn't worry about her husband. After tonight he will no longer be with the company," said Jack almost casually. 

As they walked into the dark, yet elegant, restaurant they were ushered into the back, to a private dining room that had been reserved for them. As the maitre d' opened the door, Sandy could see the attractive young brunette already sitting in the booth and the heavyset man with graying temples that sat next to her. He must be 10 or 15 years older than her, Sandy thought to herself.

Jack introduced Sandy to Abby, but totally ignored introducing her to Abby's husband who sat quietly, enduring the slight. When the waiter appeared, Jack ordered wine and proceeded to also order everyone else's dinner as well. Ordering for Abby last, Jack simply told the waiter that she was temporarily on a liquid diet and the waiter smiled and nodded as he closed the door to the private dining room behind him.

Sandy looked over to Abby, who was now red faced as she stared down into her lap with her hands folded in her lap. Abby's husband was red faced too, and Sandy could also see the veins bulging from his forehead and neck as he strained to control his anger...or was it stress, wondered Sandy.

The sommelier returned with the wine and poured it for everyone but Abby. As the sommelier put the bottle in the bucket next to the table, Jack simply said, "Abby!" as he began to savor his wine. Sandy was stunned as Abby rose from the table and removed her dress, flinging it on the seat of the booth next to her husband.

Naked now, Abby was a sight to see, her petite body in stark contrast to the large lush breasts that protruded from her chest. Abby's skin was flawless and completely white, with not a trace of a suntan line. Abby quickly dropped to her knees and unzipped the sommelier's trousers as she pulled out his cock and vigorously proceeded to give him a blow job, quickly bringing him off before returning to her seat. Each course was served by a different waiter and Abby would either give them a blow job or they would bend her over the back of the leather booth and she would spread her legs as the servers fucked her pussy or ass.

All the while, Jack continued his intense conversation with Abby's husband as he cross questioned him regarding the recent costly failure that had precipitated the meeting and the man's increasingly diminished effectiveness as a member of the executive sales team. 




Getting Behind Pt. 04



"Stand still," Jack demanded, as Sandy heard the door creak closed behind them and the chillingly mournful sound of Abby's muted and frantic cries disappear completely. Now, Sandy could feel the wrist restraints being unclasped behind her. Frightened already and fearing Jack's wrath, Sandy made no effort to move her crossed hands from the supplicant position behind her back. "Good girl," said Jack sardonically. "You learn very fast." 

As Jack removed Sandy's blindfold, he continued, "You have done very well this evening and I think you deserve a reward. Would you like that Sandy? Would you like to be rewarded? You may speak."

Sandy was listening to every word Jack said, but she was still dizzy and somewhat disoriented as she tried to adjust to the bright light in the outer chamber. Finally, Sandy spoke in a haltingly cautious voice, "Yes Master."

"What reward would you like," asked Jack, thinking he already knew the answer. "You may speak. Tell me what reward you would like?"

Sandy paused for a moment, not sure what to say. Finally, and quietly, she replied with a one word answer, almost a whisper really, "Monique!"

As they walked across the room and out the door, and up the stairs to the upper hallway, Jack was back to peppering Sandy with questions again. Only this time he was making her describe in intricate detail just what she wanted to do to Monique and to have Monique do to her. A few hours ago, Sandy would have been embarrassed to tears, she knew, but suddenly found herself becoming aroused as she visualized and described how she wanted to fulfill her erotic fantasies with the beautiful young Monique.

As Jack listened to Sandy describe her passionate tryst with Monique he could sense the enthusiasm in her voice. Jack hoped the enthusiasm would be as apparent to Mike when he heard the recording Jack was making on his cell phone...when Larissa played it for him later. Jack wondered it Mike had ever actually tapped into Sandy's latent sexuality...he doubted it.

When they reached the end of the upper corridor, Jack tugged on Sandy's leash once again for her to stop. "There is a washroom through that door. You can freshen up a bit and then join me in the main hall. It is through this door," said Jack as he motioned toward the door on the opposite wall. "You have ten minutes."

With that, Jack unleashed Sandy from the collar and disappeared through the door to the salon as Sandy closed the door to the washroom behind her, happy to have a few moments to herself to collect her thoughts. 

What in the world had she gotten herself into, Sandy thought to herself as she bent over the sink, splashing cold water on her face.. And what about that poor woman, Abby. What had frightened her so much? She didn't appear to be easily flap-able, Sandy thought to herself. What could they be doing to her that terrified her so badly? 

Sandy quickly decided to put it out of her mind, sensing that it would probably be best if she didn't know. Besides, if all went well, in a few minutes she and Monique would finally be in each other's arms, perhaps back in the dressing room, where they could finish what they had started earlier in the evening. Sandy wondered how much time Jack would allow them. Would he want to watch? Sandy was sure he would, but no matter. God knows, Jack had already watched her cum over and over again.

After using the bidet and washing up a bit more, Sandy freshened up her makeup and made her way to the main salon. As she opened the door, she could see Jack on his perch at the end of the room. Kneeling next to him was Monique, dutifully in the supplicant's position with her head downcast. As she approached, Sandy noticed that everyone else in the room was lounging or sitting on the steps to the lower play area where the over sized mattress was located. It was almost as if they were sitting in a stadium or a theater awaiting a performance. How strange, Sandy thought to herself distractedly as she finally reached Jack and Monique. 

Instinctively, almost without thinking, Sandy lowered her head even further and assumed the supplicant position on the opposite side of Jack's chair, as she had earlier in the evening.

"Mistress Monique, the supplicant Sandy would like to offer herself to you. Do you accept her humble offering," asked Jack, loudly enough that everyone in the salon could here.

"Yes Master," replied Monique in a similarly loud voice. "Supplicant...are you prepared to do as your mistress demands?"

Sandy was confused. Mistress? Supplicant? Sandy thought they were going to make love...what was this...

"Supplicant!" shouted Mistress Monique. "I expect you to answer me when I address you. Now answer me...immediately!"

"Yes, yes of course Monique..." Sandy began to say as the riding crop seared into her left buttock, causing her to cry out in surprise and pain.

"You will address me as Mistress," shouted Monique. "How dare you be so familiar!"

Monique had the leash now and clasped it to Sandy's collar as Sandy's mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on. This wasn't at all what she had imagined. As Monique tugged on the collar, she led Sandy toward the pit rather than the door. Sandy's eyes got big as she realized whatever they were going to do, it was going to be in the pit and in front of a large audience. 

With eyes downcast, Sandy descended the steps into the pit as the throng of people cleared a temporary path for Monique as she led Sandy down the steps. Once they were on the edge of the large mattress, Monique gave the leash a tug and Sandy knew to stop. Much to Sandy's surprise, Monique not only unclasped the leash, but also removed the collar. As Monique removed the chain mail from Sandy's waist and the other accouterments , she realized she was stark naked in front of the assembled throng and her body flushed bright red in embarrassment. 

Sandy knew she dare not move and stood silently as Monique retrieved a bottle of oil next to the mattress and rubbed it into every inch of Sandy's now crimson body, making Sandy's body glisten under the bright multicolored lights that now lit the mattress area. Sandy suddenly realized that the rest of the room was completely dark now and that she and Monique were the sole focus of attention.

"You may disrobe me now, supplicant," said Mistress Monique with a regal flair. "And then you may anoint me with oil as well."

Sandy's heart was racing now that she realized that this was not going to be the intimate lovemaking she had imagined, but a spectacle witnessed by the several dozen people occupying the steps that surrounded her.

As she slowly undressed Monique, she again marveled, and lusted for, the beautiful young woman's exquisite body. Sandy's juices began to flow once again as she used her hands to rub the oil into the soft, smooth and flawless flesh of this nubile young beauty who captivated her. Once she was finished, Monique spoke again, pointing to the center of the mattress. "Crawl to the center and assume the proper position supplicant," demanded Mistress Monique.

"Crawl more slowly, supplicant, so that all may see your beautiful breasts jostle beneath you," said Mistress Monique as she lashed Sandy's right buttock with her riding crop. With each hand or knee movement forward, Sandy received another blow to one of her cheeks and an admonishment to move more slowly and sensually.

Finally at the center of the mattress, Sandy assumed the supplicant's position and crossed her arms behind her back. As Monique moved in front of her, Sandy could see the sex toys arrayed next to them. There were all variety of vibrators and dildos as well as clamps and other sex and bondage paraphernalia. Now Sandy could feel the tongue of the riding crop resting just below her chin as Monique made Sandy sit straight up on her haunches facing her as Monique assumed a similar position facing her.

The riding crop was between Sandy's legs now as Monique pressed the tongue firmly against Sandy's clit, forcing her, willing her, into an upright kneeling position. As Monique sat up to meet her, their well-oiled breasts pushed into each other and slid back and forth as their nipples danced against each other, becoming even more rigid with desire than they had been already.

Monique leaned forward and took Sandy's left nipple in her mouth and sucked hard on it as she licked it with her tongue before biting it hard, sending a jolt of unexpected pain through Sandy's body as she cried out. Immediately, Sandy felt the harsh sting of the riding crop on her right breast. "Not a sound, do you hear?" yelled Monique. "No so much as one sound."

Taking Sandy's other nipple into her mouth, Monique repeated the process and this time Sandy suffered the excruciating pain of having her nipple bit even more harshly without making a sound. Sandy was breathing really hard now, not sure what was going to happen next. Monique now sucked almost all of Sandy's left breast into her mouth and again, bit down hard. And again, Sandy made no noise. Monique did the same to Sandy's other breast and as she leaned back, the swelling and bite marks were visible to everyone in the room.

Next Monique leaned forward and bit each side of Sandy's neck, as though she were a vampire and then finally Sandy's lower and upper lips. Throughout, Sandy made no sound but struggled with her breathing as pain and the anxiety of not knowing what would happen next consumed her as her breasts heaved in and out. 

Finally Monique harshly bit Sandy's left earlobe as Sandy jerked in pain before Monique released it and moved to her right ear. This time Monique surprised Sandy by sucking her right earlobe before licking the inside of Sandy's ear with her tongue. As she removed her tongue from Sandy's ear she kissed it and softly whispered so that no one else could hear, "All of this has been a show for the paying customers up until now. From now on, it is all real."

Taking Sandy's face between her hands Monique looked into Sandy's eyes and the same affection, the same lust, was there that Sandy had seen earlier. As Monique drove her tongue into the back of Sandy's mouth she pushed her backwards onto the mattress and as Monique began to explore Sandy's body with her hands, Sandy did the same. Both women were grinding their aching pussies against each other's thighs as they rolled around the mattress, exploring each other's breasts, nipples, pussies and asses with their slickly oiled hands and fingers.

When neither of them could stand it any longer, when they were thoroughly consumed with their animal lust for each other, Monique rolled Sandy onto her back and reversed position, lowering her head between Sandy's sprawled and welcoming legs as she drove her tongue into Sandy's wet and needy pussy.

Sandy's hands were grasping each of Monique's ass cheeks as she drove her fingernails deep into the soft unblemished flesh drawing Monique's young pink pussy toward her waiting tongue. Both women let out an almost simultaneous gasp that was heard by everyone in the now completely silent room as their lust for each other and multiple orgasms consumed them as they rolled around the mattress, locked in each other's embrace, thrashing their quivering asses into each other's tongues, lips and faces. 

As they finally broke their embrace, both women were still consumed with lust and Monique reached over and retrieved a double-sided dildo, something that Sandy had never seen before, but quickly became familiar with as Monique inserted an end into each of their pussies as she drew them closer together, rocking the faux cock back and forth as deeply into their pussies as she could drive them with her hand. Sandy was beside herself with lust as she lay back on her back, her breasts flopping wildly as Monique sat astride her with the dildo, driving it hard and deep into each of them.

With her other hand, Monique had the riding crop now and was slapping Sandy's breasts, then stomach, and then the sides of Sandy's ass again and again, as the pleasure and pain drove Sandy wild. Sandy, for her part, had Monique's nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and was pinching and stretching them away from her supple breasts, filling her with exquisite pain as well. Both women were near an orgasm again as Monique pushed the dildo so deep inside each of them that their pussies met and they finally exploded yet again.

Sandy had never been so lust crazed in her life. After multiple orgasm, she still craved more as the women rolled off each other and Monique extracted the dildo from them and tossed it aside. Sensing that Sandy had still not had enough, and certain that she hadn't, Monique rolled Sandy over on her stomach, grasping the side of her ass and pulling her up onto all fours. 

Bending down, Monique gently nibbled on the soft skin on either side of Sandy's asshole, making Sandy lurch forward slightly, before driving her tongue deep into Sandy's ass causing her to exhale in a pleasured moan. Sandy spread her knees even wider apart to give Monique deeper access as she rimmed and tongued Sandy's ass, sending new waves of pleasure through her body.

Monique was now massaging Sandy's clit with her right thumb and index fingers as she pinched and pulled hard on Sandy's left nipple, ramping Sandy up toward yet another orgasm. As Sandy's breathing got heavier and heavier Monique removed her tongue from Sandy's ass and straddled her from behind. Now Monique reached over with her left hand to her pile of toys and retrieved a group of small red balls strung together on a piece of slender rope. Gradually, Monique inserted each of the balls into Sandy's ass until only a short length of the rope was left. As Monique inserted each ball, Sandy let out a loud and fresh moan of pleasure.

Monique had continued to massage Sandy's clit with her right thumb and index fingers and now inserted her index and middle finger directly into Sandy's hot slick pussy and began to slowly drive them in and out, making sure to massage Sandy's clit on each backstroke. Gradually, Monique added her fourth and small finger to Sandy's pussy as she stretched Sandy''s pussy as wide as she could with her left hand. Sandy's legs were spread as wide apart as they would go now as Sandy's moans became louder and louder and her breasts swayed back and forth as she pushed back into Monique's probing fingers. 

Finally, Monique pressed her thumb together with her other four fingers and slowly drove them all into Sandy's now gaping pussy, all the way up to her second knuckles. After a few more strokes Monique's fingers had disappeared as Sandy's moans became louder and more frantic. Monique continued to push her hand deeper and deeper into Sandy's pussy until she was wrist deep in Sandy's pussy.

"Oh God, Oh God!" cried out Sandy as Monique continued to push and push deeper inside her. "Ohhhh...Aahhhhh...Oh God, Oh God," cried out Sandy once again as Monique closed her first deep inside Sandy's pussy and began to piston thrust her forearm deep inside Sandy, picking up speed with each thrust.

"Oh my God, no, please no, no...Oh God, yes, yessss! Oh God YES! Don't stop. Oh God, harder, HARDER!" cried out Sandy now in utter desperation as Monique thrust her slender forearm into Sandy's pussy, now almost up to her elbow.

"Aahhhhh! Eemmm! Ahhohhh!" cried out Sandy, frantic as the mixture of pleasure and pain and an overwhelming sense of warmth and fullness overwhelmed her and she could no longer form words. Sandy was delirious now and was making loud animal-like noises as Monique pounded her arm into Sandy's pussy at a frenetic pace.

Monique could sense that Sandy was ready to erupt and grabbed the end of the string that was still protruding from Sandy's ass with her left hand and slowly, very slowly, began to pull the balls from Sandy's ass, one at a time. Sandy exploded in orgasm. Her scream of ecstasy was so loud that there was a murmur from her audience, for the first time. Sandy's screams became louder and louder, until the last of the balls were removed from her ass. Sandy was bucking like a bronco against Monique's rapidly thrusting arm just as her orgasm finally crested.

Completely exhausted, Sandy collapsed to the mattress, breathing heavily as Monique removed her arm from Sandy's distended pussy, Sandy's ass continuing to quiver and body shudder softly as her orgasm slowly faded. 

"I think that is enough, Mistress Monique," said Jack from the back of the darkened room. "Please take our supplicant to the dressing room and get her cleaned and dressed. We need to get her home for some beauty rest." As Jack uttered the last words he could hear the slight murmur of laughter from the assemblage as they began to move away from the steps, just as the lights came back up.

Monique helped Sandy to her feet and kept her arm wrapped tightly around her waist as Sandy stumbled on wobbly legs toward the main entrance and the dressing room beyond. Watching Sandy disappear through the door with Monique, Jack finally rose from his chair and made his way to the edge of the steps. As he approached, the only other clothed man in the room looked over as he turned off the video camera on his shoulder and placed it on the chaise next to him. Rotating his arm to regain circulation, the man nodded in acknowledgement to Jack.

"Did you get it all?" asked Jack.

"Everything," replied the young man who had been operating the video camera throughout Sandy and Monique's performance. "That was a quad-X performance. Those are two hot ladies."

"Yes indeed," replied Jack. "You have no idea. You shot this digitally didn't you?"

"Yes, of course," said the young man.

"Good then," responded Jack as he began to make his way toward the door. "Upload the file to that FTP site thing and send a link to both Larissa's and my email. Thank you...and goodnight." said Jack abruptly as he disappeared through the door.

Jack made his way directly to the car. While he was waiting for Monique to bring Sandy out, he would give Larissa a call and they could give each other an update. Jack decided to text Larissa first, to make sure she could talk openly. After texting her, Jack's phone rang almost immediately.

"Hello daddy," said Larissa warmly. "How is everything going?"

"Just fine. Just fine. You should be getting an email with the latest video anytime now. Your new protege is quite photogenic. I'm sure you will find the video very useful..and I'm sending you an audio file too," said Jack.

"That's wonderful Daddy," replied Larissa. Mike and Beverly and I are in the limo on the way to the hotel. We finally just landed about fifteen minutes ago. I think we are going to get room service in the suite and then turn in."

"I'm sure you will. I would imagine you'll even get some sleep too...at some point," said Jack wryly.

"Absolutely, daddy," replied Larissa coyly, knowing Mike couldn't hear a word Jack was saying. "If we're not too tired, perhaps we will watch a movie before we go to bed. I'm sure there must be something interesting on pay-per-view. Or maybe we'll hook the laptop up the the TV in the room. I brought my HDMI cable along. I'm sure I must have something worth watching saved on my laptop."

"That's my girl!" laughed Jack. "How is Michael holding up? Do you think he has the stamina to keep up with you and Beverly?"

"Oh, Michael seems very energetic and well prepared," replied Larissa. "I think he is definitely up to the task. Don't you Beverly?"

"Absolutely," shouted Beverly from other other side of Mike into the cell phone as Larissa held it out. "He shows great promise." Beverly didn't have to hear the other end of the conversation to know what Jack and Larissa were really talking about.

"Thank you ladies," Jack heard the guileless Mike say before Larissa returned the cell phone to her ear.




Getting Behind Pt. 04



"I'm going to have to go, I see Sandy coming," said Jack. "Text me with an update when you can."

"Will do daddy," said Larissa. "Talk to you soon. Bye."

As Larissa hung up an idea began to form in her mind. She would text Jack back when they got to the hotel. 

Jack slipped his cell phone in his pocket just as Monique opened the door for Sandy, who was still looking a little shaky on her feet as she crossed the driveway. Monique and Sandy embraced one last time, exchanging a long wet kiss. "I hope to see you again soon," said Monique warmly.

"Me too," replied Sandy, somewhat more subdued. "Goodnight Monique."

"Goodnight Sandy," replied Monique affectionately as she leaned through the door to give Sandy one final peck on the cheek, before closing the door and waving goodbye as Jack shifted the car into gear and disappeared down the long steep driveway.

Jack waited until they were down the hill and back onto the busy boulevard before he spoke, sensing that Sandy was deep in thought.

"It is apparent that you are a very sensuous woman Sandy," said Jack finally, interrupting Sandy's silent contemplation. "You seem equally attractive to and attracted by both men and women. Your sexual stamina is phenomenal. You are going to be one of our greatest assets."

"Thank you," said Sandy, still seeming to be distracted and lost in her thoughts. Finally after a few seconds Sandy spoke again. "Jack?" she said questioningly.

"Yes Sandy, what is it?" Jack replied in an uncharacteristically warm voice, curious what she wanted to ask him.

"Is it wrong, I mean is it bad," said Sandy fumbling for the right words, "is it wrong that I get aroused, you know, excited by the things you ask me to do? Shouldn't I hate those things? Isn't that the point...for me to hate the things you make me do?" 

Jack thought for a moment before replying. "Sandy, it is like I said, you are a very sensuous woman. Up to now you have never had an opportunity to fully explore your sexuality and your needs and desires. Most people don't have the courage to. Most never have the opportunity. You not only have the opportunity, but you and your husband can make a lot of money and provide security for your family as well. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, I guess so," replied Sandy. "This is just all so new to me. When you put it like that it makes sense, I guess. Thank you, I never...."

"Good then," said Jack in a firm voice as he cut Sandy off in mid sentence, his attitude changing instantaneously. Sandy immediately sensed that their kumbaya moment was over. "You enjoy being dominated by a powerful man...don't you supplicant?" demanded Jack.

"Yes Master," replied Sandy, instinctively knowing how she should address him, as she lowered her head submissively and folded her hands in her lap. Something had stirred inside Sandy as Jack's tone of voice had changed, a strange sense of excitement filling her once again. As she lowered her head and folded her hands in her lap, Sandy hadn't noticed it when Jack turned the voice recorder on his phone on the seat to the next to him, out of her view.

"You enjoy being fucked by both men and women, don't you Sandy?" asked Jack in his inquisitorial tone of voice once again.

"Yes Master," was Sandy's reply, delivered with little emotion.

"You like the feel of the riding crop as it sears your skin, don't you Sandy?" prodded Jack once again.

"Yes Master," said Sandy once again.

"You enjoy being blindfolded, bound and beaten, don't you Sandy?" asked Jack, his voice rising.

"Yes Master," replied Sandy, the building excitement apparent in her voice.

"You enjoy burying your head in another woman's pussy and having her bury her head in yours, don't you Sandy?" prodded Jack some more.

"Yes, Oh yes Master," blurted Sandy, her burgeoning excitement getting the best of her. Sandy's eyes were closed now as Jack's questions encouraged her replay the events of the evening in her mind, becoming more and more aroused as she did so.

"You enjoyed feeling Monique's hands all over your body, didn't you. You enjoyed having her fingers and then her hand, and finally her arm deep inside your pussy...filling you like a huge cock. Didn't you Sandy?" demanded Jack.

"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes, Master!" said Sandy breathlessly as an orgasm swept over her yet again. Suddenly Sandy opened her eyes and realized that she had both of her hands in her pussy and was vigorously bringing herself off. "Oh Master, Oh Master!" cried out Sandy as the orgasm continued to sweep her away.

"You are a real slut, aren't you Sandy?" asked Jack as he could see she was in the throes of her orgasm.

"Yes Master Yes," exclaimed Sandy breathlessly.

"You are a cum sucking, cunt eating slut, aren't you Sandy?" Jack continued rapid fire.

"Yes, Yes Master," grunted Sandy as the glow of her orgasm made her feel warm and tingly all over.

"You like the feel of cocks in you pussy, ass and mouth, and all at the same time, don't you slut?" badgered Jack unrelentingly.

"Oh God Yes, Oh Master Yes, Yes!" blurted Sandy as she was having a hard time catching her breath now as the warm glow of her receding orgasm washed over her body.

As Sandy sat back in the leather seat, trying to catch her breath, she realized that she had both of her feet planted firmly on the windshield and had slumped down in the seat, spreading her legs wide as she used her hands to get herself off. Sandy closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her composure.

"You had better put your legs down," said Jack suddenly. "You don't want your neighbors seeing you like that, do you?"

Sandy jolted upright in her seat and immediately pulled her dress back down to cover herself, realizing that Jack had just turned down her street and was approaching her house. Smoothing her hair out, Sandy tried to get a grip on herself as they pulled into her driveway.

Looking down on the seat next to him, Jack turned the recording off. At the same time, he noticed the text message from Larissa: "Text me once you are in the house. Make sure you are the one to answer the house phone." Jack wasn't sure what Larissa's play was, but he decided it would be best to humor her.

"Let me help you in with the packages," said Jack as he got out of the car.

"Oh, that's not necessary, I can handle them," replied Sandy, wanting to retreat to the safety of her house at long last.

"I insist," said Jack and Sandy knew any further protest on her part would be pointless.

"Thank you," replied Sandy compliantly, as she made her way to open the door and as Jack retrieved the packages from the trunk.

Once they were inside Jack closed the door behind him. Sandy was getting nervous now. Jack hadn't so much as touched her all night. Was he getting ready to make his move now? Was he going to claim his prize in her own bed? In Mike's bed?

"I'll take your bags into the bedroom for you so you can put them away," said Jack.

"That's not nec..." Sandy started to say before Jack cut her off.

"Nonsense," said Jack as he seemed to know the way to the master bedroom and swung the door open as he placed the packages on the chaise next to the closet. "Why don't you go in the bathroom and freshen up. Take a shower. Then we can talk a bit more," said Jack, as Sandy knew it was more a command than a suggestion.

Once Sandy had disappeared into the master bath, Jack texted Larissa as she had asked. As Jack waited for the phone to ring, he heard the shower start running and he stepped over to the door to make sure Sandy was in the shower and leave it ajar. Just as he did so, the phone rang on the nightstand next to the bed, just a few feet away and Jack answered it.

"Hello," said Jack into the cordless phone. "Hello, is anyone there?"

There was silence on the other end of the line. Jack could hear women's voices in the background, so he spoke into the phone once again. "Hello, this is Jack, is anyone there" 

"Jack, was that the phone?" called out Sandy from the shower.

Suddenly Jack heard a click and the line went dead before the dial tone returned and Jack hung up. Jack was pleased with Larissa's latest bit of trickery. She had Mike call home, only to discover that Jack was there in the house with his wife. After guessing what Larissa's play was, Jack had stepped over to the bathroom door and opened it a bit so that the water running in the shower could be heard on the other end, leaving no doubt in Mike's mind that Jack was in the bedroom with Sandy, when she called out, that was the icing on the cake. A nice touch, Jack thought, smiling to himself.

Jack could no longer hear the water running and decided to wait for Sandy on the chaise as he cleared the packages off onto the floor in front of the closet. After a few minutes, Jack was stunned when he looked up. Sandy was in a sheer white full length negligee that was open at the front and fully revealed the beauty of her stunning naked body beneath. 

Jack smiled to himself as his eyes drank in her beauty. Jack was also smiling because he knew what she thought was going to happen next. He was almost sorry to disappoint her, but he planned on taking her on his own terms and this wasn't the time or place he had in mind.

As Sandy continued to stand directly in front of Jack, waiting for him to make his move, or at least say something, Sandy got more nervous by the moment. Finally, Sandy could no longer stand the silence and had to say something. "Did I hear the phone?" asked Sandy, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Yes, it was Mike," said Jack nonchalantly. "I think he is going to call back later. He said he would...if he had time"

"Oh, I'm sorry I missed him," said Sandy truthfully She did hope he would call later and was somewhat perturbed that he said he might not have time. She needed to hear his voice. She wanted to hear his voice, regardless of how mad she was at him at the moment.

Again there was an awkward silence as Jack continued to stare at Sandy, taking every inch of her body in with his ravenous eyes.

Finally, Sandy worked up enough nerve to speak. "Does my body please you Master?"

Looking up and locking his gaze directly into Sandy's eyes, Jack replied, "Yes, very much."

"How may I please you Master?" said Sandy, almost swooning in anticipation of Jack's next command.

Jack fixed his stare directly on Sandy for a moment before speaking. "Remove your robe and lie in the middle of the bed," commanded Jack as he switched off the light and closed the bedroom door. Now the only light in the room was the moonlight, filtering in through the open drapes on the sliding doors.

Jack was standing at the foot of the bed now as he gave his next command, "Close your eyes and keep them closed, knead your breasts and stroke your nipples, make them hard."

Sandy did as she was commanded as Jack continued to issue demands, one after another as Sandy complied immediately with each order as it was given.

"Keep your eyes closed and keep them shut until I tell you otherwise. Pull your feet up to the base of your ass and spread your legs wide. Now keep kneading your breasts with your left hand and use your right hand to pleasure your pussy. Slowly, very slowly. Rock your hips back and forth. Stick your finger inside so I can see the wetness ooze from your lovely pussy. That's good. Very good. Now bring yourself off for me one more time. Imagine Eamon's cock inside of you. Imagine Monique's tongue deep in your ass. Imagine Abby's exquisite pussy straddling your mouth and grinding her moist pink flesh against your tongue. Imagine..."

"Ohhhhhhh!" cried out Sandy as her body began to convulse in yet another orgasm. Sandy didn't need to hear Jack's words as her mind replayed every encounter she had since Eamon first took her in the massage room, over and over in her mind, the images flashing at random in her head as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Sandy alternately slapped her pussy with her right hand and drove her fingers deep into her wet hole as she stroked her clit with each inward and outward thrust of her fingers. Sandy prolonged her orgasm as long as she could, extracting every ounce of pleasure possible from her aching pussy.

At last, the orgasm subsided and Sandy lay quietly in the middle of the bed, not sure if she dare speak or open her eyes. "Jack? Jack" called Sandy finally, but there was no answer. As she opened her eyes, disappointment filled her face. The bedroom door was open and Jack appeared to be gone. Walking to the front door, Sandy looked through the peephole and saw that his car was no longer in the driveway. 

Sandy sullenly returned to the bedroom to change clothes and go pick up her children from the neighbor. Sandy wasn't sure whether she was disappointed or relieved that Jack was gone. Sandy was ambivalent at best, almost ashamed that she felt disappointed that Jack had not finally ravished her, violently using her like a slut in anyway he desired. As Sandy had got herself off on the bed for him just moments before, she knew that finally drove her over the edge had been fantasizing about Jack finally mounting her and taking her roughly, tossing her around like a rag doll and possessing her, consuming her, owning her... making her his sex slave.

Sandy shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts from her head as she tried desperately to return to mommy mode, as she changed into sweats and tennis shoes and made her way to the neighbors to collect the boys. My God, she thought, it was after eleven now. What would the neighbor think. As Sandy walked up to the house, she was relieved that the light was still on. 

When her neighbor came to the door she suggested that Sandy leave the boys overnight, since they were already asleep upstairs. She said she had already taken the liberty of picking up a change of clothing for the boys earlier, since Sandy had been running so late. Offering to feed the boys breakfast and get them off to school in the morning, Sandy's neighbor pointedly suggested that they should probably both get some rest now. Embarrassed, Sandy thanked her profusely, the neighbor's disapproval readily apparent in both her voice and the look on her face. Sandy slunk back to the house, consumed with guilt and completely stricken with shame.

As Sandy hurried toward her front door she could hear the phone ringing and she struggling with her keys as she tried to open the front door hurriedly and get to the hallway phone, only to reach it just as it quit ringing. Damn, thought Sandy in frustration, she had probably missed Mike's call again.

Mike grimaced as he turned his phone off and returned to the living room, closing his bedroom door behind him. As Mike looked around, he had never seen anything as lavish and spacious as the penthouse suite that he and the women were sharing. As Mike walked toward Larissa, she was sitting at the large table in the corner, which doubled as both a dining and conference table. Larissa turned and smiled at Mike, who was momentarily distracted by the sprawling Chicago cityscape that was visible from the floor to ceiling windows just behind the table.

"Were you able to get through to your wife this time?" asked Larissa as nonchalantly as she could.

"No," answered Mike, his voice barely masking his growing concern and frustration.

"Mike, you really should try to eat your dinner," said Larissa in the warmest and most concerned voice she could muster. "We're going to have a very busy day tomorrow and we may not have time for lunch. I've kept your dinner warm for you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks." said Mike, still wondering why Jack had been at his home with his wife. "Where's Beverly?" asked Mike suddenly, as he looked around and tried to think about anything but what his wife and boss might be doing in his home...in their bedroom.

"Oh, Beverly is next door checking out our client's suite. She want's to make sure everything is perfect when he arrives tomorrow," explained Larissa as she smiled to herself wickedly. Yes, and to make sure that all the cameras and microphones are well placed and well hidden, Larissa reminded herself...to capture all the explicit and compromising video that Beverly planned on filming with their unsuspecting client tomorrow night. But Mike doesn't need to know anything about that, at least not yet, concluded Larissa, as she wickedly smiled to herself again.

"Is there any wine left?" asked Mike, trying to maintain his composure, in spite of his building anxiety. Just what was the owner of his company, his new boss, doing at his home, in his bedroom, with his wife in the shower, Mike kept asking himself.

"Yes, of course. And there is plenty more in the pantry. The hotel has the pantry and the fridge pretty well stocked," said Larissa pleasantly as she interrupted Mike's train of thought and guided him to the table, gently pushing him into one of the leather chairs. "Here, you sit and I'll get you a glass of wine and heat up your dinner. I'll sit with you and have another glass myself. OK?"

"Sure, thank you," said Mike, surprised and appreciative of Larissa's warmth and kindness. She seemed nothing like what he had been led to believe by his former colleagues back at the office.

Larissa brought Mike his wine and then returned to the pantry to reheat his dinner in the microwave. Looking at him brooding at the table, Larissa knew that he was now in the emotionally vulnerable state that she had hoped to achieve. He should be putty now.

As Larissa placed Mike's plate in front of him, she refilled his glass with the remainder of the bottle that she was carrying in her other hand. "Let me get my glass and I'll join you," said Larissa as she squeezed Mike's forearm gently.

Larissa was soon back, seated next to Mike with her own glass and another freshly opened bottle of wine. "How is your steak? It should go well with the wine. This is a really good Cabernet, one of the best vineyards in California, I'm told...from Napa Valley" said Larissa as she tried to make small talk. Larissa had her hand on Mike's forearm again, gently squeezing it.

Mike picked at his food while continuing to down his wine at an increasing pace. Larissa continued to engage in small talk and refilled his glass each time it got low, hoping the wine would make him less inhibited...and more pliable.

"Mike, you look upset," said Larissa with perfectly feigned concern. "Trouble at home?"

"No, no. I don't think so," said Mike distractedly as he poked at his dinner. "At least I hope not," Mike added, in a voice so low it was apparent he was really just talking to himself.

"Want to talk about it," asked Larissa as she gently squeezed Mike's arm once again, this time stroking it gently.

"Oh, it is probably nothing. I'm sure it's nothing. But..." Mike began to say as his voice trailed off, not sure if he should say any more.

"Mike, you can talk to me. Get it off your chest," said Larissa consolingly. "You need to be on top of your game tomorrow. Come on, get it out. You'll feel better...I promise."

Mike poured himself his fourth glass of wine, emptying the bottle as he pushed his plate away, having barely touched it. Turning in his chair to face Larissa, he looked directly into her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Mike decided to confront the issue head on, "Why would Jack have been at my home this evening?"

Acting shocked, Larissa said, "Oh, he probably just gave Sandy a ride home from work. Is that what is bothering you? I'm sure it was something as innocent as that."

"Does Jack usually chauffeur his employees around?' asked Mike, suspiciously.

"No. But maybe she was having a problem with her new car," said Larissa as casually as she could.

"New car!" said Mike surprised. "What 'new' car?"

Larissa paused dramatically for a moment, to achieve the right effect, "Hasn't she told you yet? Oh! It is probably all my fault for dragging you away on this trip on such short notice. Sandy probably wanted to surprise you. I'm so sorry," Larissa continued to ramble, pretending she was nervous. "But yes, Jack gave Sandy a new Lexus to drive, since she will be making a lot of house calls as part of her new job. Most of our clientele are very wealthy and Jack didn't think it was appropriate, I guess, for her to be driving her current car to their homes or offices. I assumed she told you about it. She was very excited when Jack gave it to her."




Getting Behind Pt. 04



"No, she didn't say anything about it when I talked to her last night?" said Mike, still suspicious. "I don't know anything about it. She never said a word..."

"Oh Mike!" said Larissa, cutting Mike off and sounding alarmed as her words rushed out, "I thought you knew. I thought you knew about everything. You do understand that the kind of personal training that Sandy is going to be doing is...well, very personal. You do understand that, don't you? I thought you were on board with the whole idea. Sandy has been talking to Jack about it for months now. He finally came to me yesterday and asked me to take her on at the gym. Since she and you were doing to be working together anyway, he thought she would be a great addition to the staff at the gym." Larissa paused for a moment to see Mike's reaction before continuing. "God know's she gets on well with the other trainers she will be working with. It seemed to me she would fit right in. We thought you knew. Really Mike, I'm so sorry. We thought you knew."

"No. She never said a word," said Mike in a very quiet and measured voice. "Jack said she just approached him, and you, a couple of days ago."

"Well, a couple of days ago was when we made the final decision. She had been talking to Jack for quite some time. Like I said," added Larissa, trying to sound upbeat, while deliberately telling Mike a different story than the one she knew Jack had given him. "I'm sure she wanted to surprise you. And I dragged you away without notice. I'm so sorry."

"Why has she been talking to Jack anyway?" asked Mike, only more suspicious now that Larissa's version of the story was so much different than Jack's.

"Well, they train with each other at the gym every day. They have been, for months," said Larissa, weaving her web of deceit. "Sandy has been your biggest advocate to Jack. She's the one who brought you to Jack's attention in the first place. In a way, she is responsible for you being here tonight...not that your record didn't speak for itself once Jack took a closer look."

"I still don't understand," said Mike confused. "What do my being here and Sandy working at the gym have to do with each other? What is it that you are leaving out? What is it that you are not telling me?"

"Why, ahh, well...we own both. It seemed only natural since you were both going to be working together for us anyway," said Larissa being deliberately vague. "Didn't you know that? Our executive sales team and their wives all use the gym. It's one of the perks."

"It looks like I didn't know a lot of things," said Mike coldly as he looked Larissa straight in the eyes once again. "All of that aside, it still doesn't answer the real question...why was Jack in my wife's bedroom...my bedroom, at 10 o'clock at night!" 

Larissa broke eye contact with Mike and lowered her head, starting to sob quietly. Rubbing her eyes to make sure they looked convincingly red before she looked up at Mike again briefly, a pained expression on her face, then lowering her head again and covering her face with her hands as her sobs became even more fitful.

"Oh Mike, I'm so sorry! Jack promised me he would be more discreet this time. I'm so sorry," whimpered Larissa. "He...he and I have a very open relationship. Do...do you understand?" sobbed Larissa convincingly.

"Yeah, I'm beginning to get the picture," said Mike icily. "Your bastard husband seduced my wife. That's about it, isn't it?"

"Mike, Mike, that's not it at all," wept Larissa, trying to appear to control her phony sobs. "Your wife practically threw herself at him. You have no idea. After she talked to the other wives at the gym, she wanted you...she and you... to be a part of the executive sales team and for both of you ...and the boys...to have the life you've always wanted." 

Larissa paused for a moment before driving the point home, "And Sandy was willing to give Jack what he wanted to get it...whatever he wanted! Trust me Mike, there's enough blame to go around. I'm so sorry. I thought...Jack and I thought...Sandy had talked to you and you were coming to us as a team."

"A team?" asked Mike incredulously, having a hard time believing anything he was hearing. "A team for what?"

"Mike, there is something you need to understand...and it is obvious that you need to understand it now," said Larissa in a very serious voice. "The members of our executive sales team work very closely with their wives, travel with their wives, their wives help them make the sales. The wives 'guarantee' that the sales get made. They work as a team, a very close team. On this trip, since Sandy is so new and isn't completely ready yet, Beverly is accompanying us, accompanying you really. Beverly is filling in for Sandy on this trip. Essentially, Beverly is your stand-in wife." Larissa was deliberately rambling again.

"I don't understand," said Mike, his head reeling. "What is Beverly filling in for Sandy for? I don't understand..."

"Sandy understands," said Larissa, interrupting Mike. "Sandy understands completely. And after tomorrow night, so will you. Our husbands and wives work as a team. That is what makes them so effective. You'll see. Just wait until tomorrow. You'll understand."

"I...I can't believe...I just don't understand how.. It just doesn't make sense...There is no way...my wife wouldn't..she...she..." muttered Mike as he did finally began to understand, his voice trailing off.

Taking Mike's hands in her own, Larissa squeezed them softly. "It is going to be all right, you'll see. Everything is going to work out for the best. You and Sandy have a great opportunity. You're going to make a lot of money and you'll be able to provide a great life for your kids. You'll see," said Larissa in her most upbeat Pollyanna voice.

"This has all got to be a mistake," said Mike. "A horrible mistake. This can't be true. Sandy would never..."

Again, Larissa cut him off. "Mike you've got to face up to reality. If you want to have the good life, you have to be willing to do what is necessary. Trust me. Sandy understands that, and she is certainly willing to do what is necessary. There is ample proof of that..."

"What do you mean," asked Mike, cutting Larissa off in mid sentence. "What proof."

"Oh Mike, I probably shouldn't have said that," gushed Larissa sounding alarmed. "Please Mike, forget I ever said anything. Please!"

"What proof?" insisted Mike. "You can't just say that and leave me hanging. What proof?"

"Oh Mike," said Larissa, trying to sound frantic now, "If Jack even knew I mentioned it, he'd flay my back bare. Please, please, forget I said anything."

"What proof?" persisted Mike even more insistently as he grabbed Larissa's arm and turned her toward him.

"Oh Mike, if I show you, you have to promise to never tell Jack...never tell anyone, do you understand? Do you promise?" sobbed Larissa hysterically.

"I promise," said Mike. "Show me what?"

"The tapes...Jack tapes everything. He doesn't just like to do, he likes to watch too!" said Larissa sobbing again. "Do you understand what I'm saying? He sends me everything. He's proud of his exploits, his conquests. Do you understand?"

"I want to see...I...I...I want to see my wife...I want to see Sandy," stuttered Mike as he struggled to speak. "I want to see what my wife has done...is doing. I want to see it for myself. Can you understand that? Let me see it. All of it."

"Oh Mike, I don't think that's a good idea. It would be better for you, better for you and Sandy, if you don't look at it," sobbed Larissa as she covered her face, while trying to stifle her laughter. "You have to trust me on this. Please Mike, don't make me show it to you."

"Where are they?" asked Mike pointedly. "Are they on your computer?"

"Yes Mike, but..." Larissa started to say before Mike cut her off.

"Good then," said Mike forcefully. "I want to see them now!"

"Please Mike, I don't think it's a good idea," said Larissa with feigned concern and then a sigh of inevitability "but if there is no talking you out of it, then come to my bedroom. My laptop is setup on the bed. You can watch the videos there. But please, you can't tell anyone you have seen them."

Taking Mike by the hand, Larissa led him to her bedroom. Larissa's was the master bedroom and it was appointed even more lavishly than Mike's room, with a four poster, Mahogany bed and overhead mirrors. 

As Mike sat down, Larissa propped pillows up behind him and turned on her laptop.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Larissa one last time.

"Yes, I'm sure," replied Mike.

"And you'll never tell Jack or anyone else. Not even Sandy! Promise?" asked Larissa seriously.

"Yes, I promise," said Mike, becoming impatient.

Larissa opened her download folder and inside it was another folder that was simply titled "Sandy" that had several video and audio files as well as an icon labeled "Sandy's Webcam" which appeared to be a shortcut to the webcam on Sandy's new laptop. Mike could also see that there were several other folders with other women's names as well.

"Here, all the videos are in this folder," said Larissa. "They are listed in chronological order, so if you start at the top, you can see how your wife has grown into her new role, so to speak. It looks like Jack logged onto my computer and added some new videos and voice recordings tonight. They are dated today. I haven't seen them yet, so I don't know what is in them. But the first one is from a couple of months ago, when Sandy first approached Jack. She offered to prove to him how committed she was to your career. So Jack put her through her paces just to see how serious she was. As you will discover, she is a very committed girl!"

With that Larissa headed toward the door. "I'll be in the living room. Let me know when you are through. We can talk about it some more, if you like. Would you like me to bring you some more wine?"

"No thank you," said Mike his eyes growing wide as he saw his wife sprawled naked on the circular bed in a mirror lined room. "I've had more than enough. Thank you," said Mike, his voice fading as he became lost in the video on the computer screen in front of him.

Mike didn't notice as Larissa closed the door behind her, nor see her broad smile as she crossed the living room to the overstuffed couch. Damn, it was great when a plan comes together, Larissa cynically thought to herself. 

Just as Larissa was about to sit down and finish the remaining wine in her glass she could hear her phone ringing on the conference table where she had left it. Larissa could tell from the barely audible ring tone that it was Jack as strains of "Ride of the Valkyries" briefly wafted through the room until she answered it, as she noticed that Mike had left his phone on the table as well.

"Hello Daddy," answered Larissa quietly. "How goes it with the newbie?"

"Fine, just fine," said Jack with a noticeable tinge of enthusiasm. "She is coming along very quickly. It is like we let the genie out of the bottle. How is her other half doing?"

"Oh, he is in my bedroom watching home movies," dead-panned Larissa. "I think he is going to be occupied for awhile."

"How is he reacting?" asked Jack.

"Like a scolded puppy," replied Larissa. "He's malleable."

"I have every confidence in you," said Jack earnestly. "It would be the rare man who would not succumb to you and Beverly's many charms."

"I don't think he and Beverly are going to need much encouragement," said Larissa with a hint of sarcasm. "They seem to be hitting it off quite well."

"Isn't that nice," replied Jack with equal sarcasm. "That may be very useful. I'm beginning to think I may want to give Sandy the full treatment."

"Really," said Larissa with some surprise. "You think she is that good, ah, I mean, has that much potential...you know what I mean."

"It is certainly looking that way," replied Jack. "I haven't seen anyone this insatiable since Beverly...and you, of course, my dear."

"Who would have ever thought," said Larissa, as much to herself as Jack. "That introverted little soccer mom. Amazing!"

"Indeed," said Jack, sounding as though he was ready to get off the line. "Leave your laptop open so I can watch the action later. Oh, I'm going to have Eamon take Sandy's car back in about an hour and a half, after Sandy's had a chance to rest. I'll have him leave her new laptop on and angled toward the bed, just in case you want to let someone see how the mice play when he's away."

"Good idea," said Larissa enthusiastically. "Text me when things heat up. I'll try to make sure our boy catches the late show live. Bye daddy!"

"I'll text you later. Bye for now," said Jack as he clicked off and put his cell phone down on the arm of his huge high-backed leather chair and returned his hand to the top of Ingrid's head, firmly grabbing a handful of her hair. Jack swiftly pushed her head down on his throbbing cock as he could feel the cum stirring in his massive balls.

Jack was in his lair, a small dark secret room off his bedroom, hidden behind a full length mirror. The only furniture in the tiny room was his leather chair and the table next to it. The wall opposite the chair was lined with monitors. As he scanned the various screens he could see the activities of all the members of his executive team. Each monitor was linked to one of the homes and using the remote, Jack could access the hidden cameras in each of the rooms and zoom them in and out and pan them left, right, and up and down.

Jack was currently focused on the new cameras that had just been installed that afternoon and were displayed on the larger monitor in the middle of the wall, as he watched Sandy soaking in her bathtub, her eyes were blankly focused on the ceiling and her face was expressionless as she was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense out of the last couple of days, reliving every moment in her mind. 

Though she remained motionless, Sandy's mind was racing a mile a minute as she struggled with her ambivalent emotions. She was both exhilarated and appalled by what she had done. On the one hand, Sandy was consumed with apprehension about what the future might hold for her, yet at the same time, excited at the prospect of what would happen next.

As Jack stared intently at Sandy on the monitor she slowly allowed herself to sink into the warm bubble bath up to her chin. Closing her eyes once again, Sandy slowly turned her head to the left as it rested on the back of the tub and her right hand and arm disappeared into the soapy water between her legs as Jack smiled at the screen, sensing she was his now.

"Don't you dare spill a drop," whispered Jack as he suddenly grabbed Ingrid's head with both hands, forcing his cock all the way down her throat as her high-pitched whines filling the room, her body shuddering, as she struggled to breath. Jack never took his eyes off Sandy as he arched his back and his cum shot into Ingrid's throat in a seemingly endless stream. Jack remained fixated on Sandy as Ingrid choked and swallowed Jack's huge load, eventually collapsing to the floor, hacking and coughing as she struggled to breath once again.

"You may go now," said Jack dismissively, as he continued to watch the center screen and Ingrid silently collected herself and meekly closed the door behind her.

As the glow of Sandy's latest orgasm began to fade and her hot bath began to cool, Sandy stepped out of the tub and patted the water from her skin, drying her freshly washed hair. In spite of the anxiety that continued to grip her, Sandy was sleepy, exhausted really. 

Returning to the bedroom, Sandy was still troubled that she had missed both of Mike's calls. Seeing the new laptop that Larissa had provided her on the dresser, Sandy decided to at least try and send Mike an email before she drifted off to sleep. Sandy placed the laptop on the nightstand as she sat on the edge of the bed. Opening the email, Sandy was surprised when Mike's email address popped right up after she keyed in the letters M-I. Grimacing, Sandy thought to herself, "That's Larissa, she thinks of everything."

Typing in "Goodnight" as the subject of her email to Mike, she left him the following message, "Sorry I missed your calls. Hope to talk to you in the morning. It has been a long day. Going to sleep now. I love you. Goodnight!"

Lying back on the bed, Sandy immediately fell into a deep, fitful sleep. Sandy had turned off all the lights, with only the full moon casting shadows through the sliding door on the far end of the now completely silent bedroom.

Larissa looked up as she heard Beverly open and close the door to the suite behind her.

"Everything set?" said Larissa quietly.

Beverly nodded her head yes as she crossed the room and sat down next to Larissa on the couch.

"Where's our boy?" inquired Beverly, taking the cue from Larissa and speaking in a low voice.

"He is in my bedroom watching 'Sandy Does Everyone'," was Larissa's droll response.

"Poor baby," said Beverly. "He is going to be a lost puppy once he gets through watching those videos...if they are anything like I suspect they are."

"They are," said Larissa smiling. "But he's a man too, and my guess is that in spite of the fact that it is his goody two shoes, soccer mom wife getting fucked silly, he is going to be hornier than hell."

"Well, I'd hate to see him all dressed up with no place to go," said Beverly, false empathy dripping from her voice.

"That's right," added Larissa immediately. "We can't have him all keyed up on his big day tomorrow, can we?

"How much longer do you think he is going to be?" asked Beverly.

"If he watched them back to back, he should be through any time now," said Larissa. "Why don't we go to your room and make ourselves more comfortable?"

"Good idea, I can't wait to get out of these clothes," said Beverly as she and Larissa headed toward her bedroom to change, closing Beverly's door behind them.

Returning to the living room to wait for Mike, Larissa was now in one of the hotel's light terry cloth bathrobes from Beverly's closet and Beverly was in a red full length lacy nightgown that barely concealed her voluptuous and naked body.

Sitting back down on the couch, Larissa waited a few more minutes before going to her bedroom to see if Mike had finished the videos. As Larissa stepped through the bedroom door, Mike looked up, his face drained of emotion.

"We were worried about you," said Larissa as she crossed the room and sat down next to Mike, closing the laptop cover. "Beverly insisted I come in and check on you. I...I hope you don't mind, but I filled Bev in on the situation. She has promised to keep our secret. She was worried about you. Are you OK?"

"OK?," said Mike, distraught at what he had just watched. "How am I going to be OK, finding out what a slut my wife is."

"Oh Mike," said Larissa consolingly, "don't be too tough on her. Jack can be very persuasive. You have no idea how controlling, how dominating, he can be. Most people can't resist his will, especially women...certainly not me, or Beverly. Every one of the wives have done things for Jack that they would never have done on their own. Please believe that."

Mike sat on the edge of the bed, his head filled with images of his wife being gang-banged, whipping and being whipped, and engaging in lesbian sex and being fisted by a woman...and loving it! Mike was trying to take in what Larissa was saying, but he reacted more to the sympathetic tone of her soft voice, than the words she was saying.

"Oh Mike," gushed Larissa, "I tried to tell you not to watch. You look just awful."

Larissa had her arm around Mike's waist now and was right up against him, making sure he could feel her firm breasts enveloping his bicep as she breathed in and out. Larissa's hand was on Mike's thigh as well. Stroking his thigh, Larissa could tell he had a raging hard on.




Getting Behind Pt. 01



As an uncontrollable orgasm seized Sandy's body she continued to moan loudly as her ass lifted completely off the table and her body writhed and undulated as the waves of orgasmic pleasure swept through her body. Sandy was oblivious to everything now, except the relentless pleasure she was feeling. Eamon's enormous middle and index fingers were inside her pussy now and he was thrusting them in and out rapidly as Sandy experienced one intense orgasm after another. Just as Sandy's body started to recover, Eamon suddenly thrust his thumb into Sandy's tight slick asshole and the orgasmic waves swept across her body all over again.

Sandy was up on all fours now, thrusting her ass and pussy back into the probing fingers of Eamon's right hand. Eamon's left hand was fondling Sandy's now available luscious breasts as they swayed back and forth beneath her, massaging and kneading them as they continued to flop beneath her undulating body. As each orgasm pulsed through Sandy's body, Eamon would pinch one of Sandy's nipples and stretch it out away from her body, sending additional shock waves of pleasure and pain through her body.

Sandy looked back at Eamon now, her fiery green eyes full of lust. Eamon's brown eyes met her lustful gaze and he slowly leaned forward and kissed Sandy on the lips as she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue inside his mouth, unleashing all of her pent up needs. As they kissed, Eamon tugged on Sandy's inner thigh, coaxing her over onto her back as he continued to assault the inside of her slick pussy with his thrusting fingers.

Eamon continued to kiss Sandy passionately as he alternated between her lips and neck, eventually sucking each of her nipples into his hungry warm mouth. As he did, he shifted his position to the head of the table and continued to fuck Sandy's pussy with his right hand as he fondled and kneaded her breasts.

Gradually, as Eamon kneaded, massaged and stroked Sandy's pussy and breasts, he pulled her body forward until her head was hanging over the edge of the massage table. Once he had pulled her forward far enough, Eamon quickly leaned all the way forward and buried his head in Sandy's exploding pussy, sending new shock waves of pleasure through her body.

Now Sandy's moans of ecstasy were drowned out as they were muffled by the towel around Eamon's lower body. Sandy reached out now and wrapped her arms around Eamon's lower back, feeling his rippling muscles. Eamon had now moved his hands to grab each of Sandy's ass cheeks and was lifting her ass in the air to meet each thrust of his tongue as it darted in and out of her throbbing pussy.

Sandy's hands too, were now dug into Eamon's ass cheeks as she pulled his body closer and closer. As Sandy kneaded Eamon's ass cheeks through the towel, it eventually came undone at his waist and fell to the floor, revealing Eamon's now fully erect cock, the head of which was lodged firmly in the cleavage between Sandy's ample breasts.

Eamon's balls were directly in Sandy's face now, with his hairy scrotum tickling her nose and his balls bouncing off her face. Delirious with passion, Sandy opened her mouth, sucking one and then the other ball into her mouth, alternating between them as she licked them as well as the lower end of Eamon's enormous shaft. The more attention Sandy showed to Eamon's cock and balls, the deeper and harder he lashed her inflamed clit with his probing tongue.

Sandy was shaking all over now as what she knew would be the most intense orgasm she had ever had welled up inside her and suddenly exploded, sending shivers and shock waves of pleasure all over her body. At the same time she could feel Eamon's huge cock begin to pulsate as it pressed hard against her naked flesh.

Suddenly, without warning, Eamon stood up straight and grabbed both sides of Sandy's head. Before she knew what had happened, Eamon's enormous cock was buried deep in her mouth and down her throat. Sandy was thrashing around on the massage table now, her whimpers and screams drowned out by the huge cock that filled her mouth and throat. 

Sandy's chest and breasts were heaving as she struggled to breath. Eamon had Sandy's head in the vice grip of his large strong hands as he thrust his cock harder and deeper into her throat. Sandy was grabbing a breath whenever she could, but Eamon's assault on her throat and mouth were relentless. Sandy could now feel the huge cock throbbing and pulsating inside her throat and she was frantic, fearing she would drown in the sea of cum that was about to fill her.

As wave after wave of cum filled Sandy's throat and mouth, she struggled to breathe even harder as her body thrashed and heaved on the massage table. Eventually, as the last wad to cum shot down her throat, Eamon gradually eased his shrinking cock from Sandy's throat as she took in a deep breath and then choked as the cum caught in her windpipe.

Sandy continued to cough up cum and struggle to breathe as she lay on the massage table with her head dangling over the edge, cum spilling out of her mouth and into her nostrils and over her eyes and forehead and then into her auburn hair that now dangled down and almost touched the floor.

Eamon's flaccid cock and spent balls swung back and forth across Sandy's face as Eamon leaned forward and sank his head into Sandy's pussy one last time, sucking one final orgasm from her nearly spent body. When Sandy's body finally quit convulsing, Eamon sat her up on the edge of the massage table. Sandy's body was nearly limp from her multiple orgasms and exertions as she sat there motionless as Eamon wiped the cum from her face with his discarded towel. When he was through wiping the cum from Sandy's eyes, he kissed each of them and licked the remaining cum from her tear ducts before wrapping his arms around her and sticking his tongue down her throat in a long and passionate kiss.

Sandy was stunned; absolutely numb from the hardest fucking she had ever received in her life. Sandy continued to be aroused, spent, exhilarated and shamefully guilty, all at the same time. Eventually the conflicting emotions spilled out of Sandy as she started to sob uncontrollably. Eamon wrapped Sandy in a bear hug as she sobbed into his hairy chest. 

"Oh my God Eamon, what have I done, what have I done?" cried Sandy. "What am I going to tell my husband? You were wonderful. Oh Eamon, you were so wonderful, but it was so wrong! What am I going to do? Oh God, what am I going to do?

"I'd come back and get another massage tomorrow," said the woman's voice coming from behind a startled Sandy. Turning her head quickly, Sandy looked back over her shoulder to see a smiling and very attractive blonde leaning against the partially open door. With her eyes still stinging with cum, Sandy had to squint before she recognized that it was Larissa standing there.

"Oh my God!" gasped Sandy as she hugged Eamon even more tightly, trying to hide her exposed breasts.

"Oh my God indeed!" replied Larissa with amusement in her voice. "That was quite a show. It was well worth the price of admission. I should wander back here more often."

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," cried Sandy. "How long have you been there?"

"Ever since I could hear you cumming from the locker room," replied Larissa as she changed her gaze toward Eamon. "And as for you, young man, how come you have never given me a massage like that? I feel hurt, left out, under appreciated."

"Yes ma'am!" replied Eamon lamely.

"Well, we'll have to rectify that in the future. Won't we?" questioned Larissa.

Again, "yes ma'am," was Eamon's only response. 

"OK then," said Larissa finally. "Grab your pants or towel or whatever you wore in here and go take a shower. You're a mess. I need to talk to Sandy...it is Sandy isn't it?"

"Yes," replied Sandy softly as she continued to sit on the edge of the massage table with her head hung down in shame. Now that Eamon was on his way out and closing the door behind him, Sandy cupped her bare breasts in her hands in a feeble attempt at modesty and clasped her legs tightly together.

Sandy's body shuddered when she felt Larissa's hands stroking her back, eventually pushing Sandy's arms back down to her sides, before squeezing and kneading Sandy's breasts. 

"What...what are you doing?" asked Sandy with alarm.

"I'm just seeing for myself what the big stud was making such a fuss about," said Larissa as she leaned forward and kissed and licked Sandy's neck from behind.

"Stop, please stop that..." Sandy started to say before Larissa squeezed her nipple harshly, causing her to yell, "Ouch! You're hurting me!"

"You just be a good girl and do what you are told," said Larissa in a cool, but firm voice. "I don't like people saying no to me. I always get my way...as you are about to find out!"

"Please, no. Please let me go. I need to get home. I have to pick up the boys from school. I have to...." Sandy started to plead as Larissa grabbed each of Sandy's breasts in her hands and pulled her down on her back on the massage table, making her lay with her head over the edge as she had for Eamon.

"Nonsense," said Larissa, "school doesn't get out for hours and you and I have better ways to occupy our time than housework."

"Oh please no, let me go," cried Sandy. "This was all such a big mistake. I never should have let Eamon..."

Larissa cut Sandy off in mid-sentence, "But you did...and now we are here. And now you are going to take care of my needs like he took care of yours. Do you understand?"

"Oh God no!" cried out Sandy. "No! No! I'm not that way. I...I..." Sandy tried to say before Larissa slapped her firmly across the cheek as her head dangled over the edge.

"I told you...people don't say no to me," said Larissa as she roughly twisted and pulled both of Sandy's nipples viciously away from her body as she cried out in pain.

"Oh God, please, please! I can't do this, I can't do this!" sobbed Sandy frantically, just wanting to get away.

"Look straight up at the ceiling. What do you see," asked Larissa calmly? "There, right above the massage table."

Sandy raised her head and looked at the ceiling for the first time since she came in the room. Centered over the massage table was a mirrored half dome. 

The puzzled look on Sandy's face told Larissa that Sandy didn't know what it was. "You don't know what that is, do you?" 

"No," replied Sandy as she continued to tremble and wanted to get away...far away.

"It is the housing for a security camera," said Larissa, pausing briefly to let the full impact of what she had just told Sandy set it. "Everything you have done and that has been done to you since you came in this room has been filmed by our security cameras. As a matter of fact, the reason they are there is to discourage our clientele and our employees from doing just the sort of thing you were doing, you naughty girl!"

With the last words, Larissa pinched Sandy's nipples harshly once again. 

"Oh my God no!' whimpered Sandy. "Oh please, please! Destroy the tape. I don't want anyone seeing that. I don't want my husband to ever see that. Oh please, please!"

"In that case, we understand each other," said Larissa as she began to stroke Sandy's lower stomach and pussy with both her hands. "Don't we?"

Larissa stood up straight briefly as she undid the sash to her robe and let it fall to the floor. As Sandy looked up, Larissa's shaved pussy was directly in front of her face.

"Now unless you want me sending a copy of that video to your husband and all the parents at your son's school, I'd suggest you do exactly as I say," said Larissa coldly as she spread her legs and grabbed a handful of Sandy's flaming auburn hair and lifted Sandy's mouth to her pussy. "Now grab on to my ass and fuck my pussy with your mouth and tongue like you mean it. Make love to my pussy!"

Sandy was whimpering as Larissa pushed her mouth and nose directly into the furrows of Larissa's sopping pussy. Larissa began to grind her pussy slowly and rhythmically against Sandy's mouth. "Use your tongue," said Larissa as she leaned forward and slapped Sandy on the side of her ass before she buried her fingernails in Sandy's ass cheeks and then her face into Sandy's pussy.

Sandy gasped and shook violently as she felt Larissa's tongue disappear in her pussy and expertly find her clit immediately as she began sucking and licking it ravenously, causing Sandy once again to rock her hips and grind out yet another orgasm. As the two women licked and sucked each other's clits they began to mirror each other's tongue movements, driving each other toward longer and more intense orgasms. After both Sandy and Larissa had brought each other to several intense orgasms, Larissa stepped back and pushed Sandy back toward the middle of the massage table. Climbing on the table next to Sandy, Larissa wrapped her arms around her and looked deep into Sandy's eyes before kissing her on the lips and driving her tongue into Sandy's mouth. Sandy returned the kiss and the two women wrapped their arms around each other and continued to kiss each other passionately as they caressed and explored each other's bodies with their hands.

As their arousal ebbed, the two women laid in each other's arms for several minutes before Larissa climbed off the massage table and picked her robe up from the floor. As she slid her arms into the robe and tied the sash at her waist, Larissa finally spoke to Sandy again. "Not too bad for a first timer. With a little more work you should be able to eat pussy like a pro. I guess we'll have to work on that, won't we?"

"That's not going to happen," said Sandy with determination. "I'm never coming back here. So forget about it."

"Oh, you'll be back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that," said Larissa as she stroked the side of Sandy's shapely ass as she lay on her side, facing away from Larissa. "From now on, you're going to do whatever I tell you and whoever I tell you," said Larissa as she paused briefly for effect. "Otherwise today's video is going to go viral."

"Go ahead. I'm a slut. My husband may as well know it. If he throws me out, I deserve it," said Sandy as she lay on her side facing away from Larissa, quietly sobbing.

"If that's what you want," said Larissa trying to sound casual and disinterested. "You can expect a copy of the CD in the mail. It will be in the same envelope, along with your husband's pink slip. I'm sure that will give you both something to talk about."

Sandy jumped to her feet and met Larissa at the door as she began to turn the knob to open the door. Sandy put her hand on the door and leaned into it, preventing Larissa from opening it as she turned to look at her eye to eye.

"What are you talking about? What does my husband's job have to do with this?" asked an alarmed Sandy.

"If you do exactly as I tell you, we'll have a lot of fun together," said Larissa as she began to play with Sandy's breast. "Not only that, but I can assure you that your husband will not only keep his job, but get a big promotion too."

Larissa paused for a moment as she looked deeply into Sandy's watery green eyes before she continued. "If you don't do as I say, everyone in town is going to see what a slut you have been and your husband will lose his job and you will also lose your house."

"Our house!" gasped Sandy. "What does our house have to..."

Cutting Sandy off, Larissa talked over her, "Who do you think owns the bank? If you don't do exactly as I say, I'll ruin your life and your family's life. If you do as I say, life will be good...and get much better! Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" demanded Larissa.

"Yes," said Sandy softly as she looked down at her feet, knowing she was completely defeated and at the mercy of this cruel and heartless woman.

"Are you going to do exactly as I say?" prodded Larissa. "And I mean anything I say!"

"Yes, I'll do as you say," said Sandy, sobbing again.

"Exactly as I say?" prodded Larissa again.

"Yes, I'll do exactly as you say," said Sandy, looking up at Larissa with a combination of hatred and defiance in her eyes. "I'll do whatever you say...just leave my family alone."

"Good then," said Larissa as she continued to caress and fondle Sandy's breasts. "Well then, let's see if you really mean it. Follow me!"

Sandy reached over to the counter to begin putting on her leotards as Larissa reached out and grabbed her arm. "Don't bother getting dressed. You won't need any clothes."

"But the other members...I'm naked..." Sandy started to say frantically as Larissa cut her off.

"Don't worry about the other members. We closed early today. There is only staff here now," said Larissa. "Now come on!"

Larissa led Sandy all the way to the end of the corridor at the end of the massage and salon cubicles. Turning the corner to the right, there was one more door straight ahead in this darkened portion of the corridor. Although the sign on the door said "Private Office", Sandy soon discovered that it was anything but that as Larissa swung the door open. Inside was a plush carpeted room with a large round bed in the middle. The bed was covered in red velvet and the carpeting was a matching shade of red. The walls were floor to ceiling mirrors and only a single flood cast light directly over the center of the bed.

Dragging Sandy by the arm, Larissa maneuvered her over to the edge of the bed. "Sit down and scoot into the center of the bed. I want you to lay back spread eagle on the bed and don't move until I tell you to. Remember, this is a test to find out if you can be as good as your word. If you fail...well, I wouldn't want to be you!"

Sandy did as she was told, even though she was filled with fear and apprehension. As she lay in bed spread eagle, trying not to move, Sandy watched Larissa walk over to the far wall and pick up the phone. "Now" was the only word Larissa spoke into the phone before she hung up and moved back over to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Sandy. Reaching out and stroking Sandy's arm, Larissa watches as Sandy looked at her with fearful eyes as her body trembled and her increasingly shallow breathing made her breasts heave in and out.

"If you do exactly as you are told, you may even find this to be an enjoyable experience. My advice to you is to go with it and try to enjoy this just like you enjoyed Eamon earlier," said Larissa, continuing to stroke Sandy's arm. "Remember, do whatever is asked of you...EVERYTHING!"

With that Larissa stood up and moved to the head of the bed so she was behind Sandy and out of her field of view. Sandy scanned the mirrors that lined the walls trying to find the best view of Larissa as the door opened and Eamon walked in completely naked, his oil coated body glistening in the soft light as he approached the bed. Sandy was so focused on watching Eamon and his enormous stiff cock that she didn't immediately notice that two of the other trainers were following close behind him.

Sandy's eyes grew big and her mouth dropped open as she saw that they, like Eamon, were completely naked and the oil on their naked flesh was also shining in the light from over the bed. The three men stood at the foot of the bed for a minute or so, admiring the body they were about to ravish. All three men continued to stroke their cocks and keep them at full erection as their eyes seared into Sandy's vulnerable and desirable body. As all three men climbed on the bed with Sandy, she looked fearfully into Eamon's eyes, her eyes asking him, begging him to tell her what was going to happen to her.

Eamon could sense what Sandy's eyes were trying to ask him and he moved in next to her on her right side, stroking her stomach soothingly with his right hand and fondling her left breast as he leaned into her and kissed her softly on the lips, before kissing her ear and whispering to her, "It's OK baby, I've talked to the guys and they have promised to be gentle with you. There won't be any rough stuff. I made them promise to make love to you, not just fuck you."




Getting Behind Pt. 01



Sandy buried her head in Eamon's shoulder as he whispered to her again, "relax baby, relax." Her body shuddered as she could feel one of the other trainers on the opposite side of her sucking her right nipple into his mouth as he also stroked her abdomen and fondled her right breast.

Keeping her eyes on Eamon, Sandy tried to focus all her attention on him, her heart continuing to race, as she felt the third trainers move between her legs and slide his hands under her ass cheeks as he squeezed them gently and lifted her slightly off the bed to meet his tongue as it disappeared into her pussy. Sandy let out a loud moan as her pussy caught fire yet again and she began to slowly grind her pussy into the tongue that was exploring her wet pink depths and the lips that were sucking her clit ardently and expertly.

Eamon continued to knead Sandy's breast and stroke her stomach lovingly as he never broke eye contact with her, continuing to smile reassuringly into her eyes. Snuggling close now, Sandy could feel Eamon's immense cock heavily lying across her flat lower stomach as he kissed her long and hard before moving to her ear again. Sandy's body shuddered as the trainer on her other side also moved in close and his huge cock too laid heavily across her stomach, just above Eamon's. The second trainer kissed Sandy on the mouth for the first time and they traded tongues, before he moved his mouth to her ear and began kissing and licking it as well.

All the while, the third trainer was expertly making love to Sandy's pussy with his talented tongue as his middle and index finger explored the depths of her pussy.

"Please, just relax baby," whispered Eamon into Sandy's right ear as he continued to stroke her trembling body with his hand, "we're going to make love to you like you've never been made love to before! Trust me baby, it is going to be good, real good. Just give in to your body, it wants it, and you will too. We are going to fill you with so much cock you're going to want to explode."

"That's right baby," whispered the other trainer into Sandy's other ear just as Eamon finished, "after today, you'll never be satisfied with just one cock inside you. We're going to make love to every inch of your luscious body."

Turning her head, Sandy looked over at the other trainer who had just whispered in her ear as her eyes started to glaze over with the sleepy look that comes with intense lust. "What's your name?" Sandy whispered softly. "I have to know your name."

"I'm Ned, baby," said the trainer softly, "and that's Owen making love to your pussy. Just relax baby, we're going to make love to you real, real good."

"That's right baby," whispered Eamon softly as he licked Sandy's other ear again. "We're going to make love to you oh so good. We're going to fill you with load after load of cum and then make you cum over and over until all you want is to feel our cocks and hot cum filling you, again and again."

"That's right baby," whispered Ned, "just close your eyes and let your body tell you what it wants. Cum for us baby! Let us feel your orgasm, make your body shudder and shake. Cum for us baby! Be a good baby and cum for us!"

"Oh baby," whispered Eamon in Sandy's ear again, at almost the same time, coaxing her, begging her to cum, "Cum for me baby. Make love to Owen's tongue with your clit. Cum for us baby! Cum!"

Sandy had moved her feet up to the base of her ass and she was lifting her pussy high off the bed as she frantically tried to meet the onslaught of Owen's tongue. Owen was sliding his fingers harder and faster into Sandy's gushing pussy now as her moans were becoming louder.

Eamon and Ned continued to whisper encouragement into each of Sandy's ears, begging her to cum for them. Each time they said cum, both men squeezed and pulled on Sandy's nipples, stretching them away from her body, sending additional waves of pleasure and pain through her. 

"Oh, cum for us baby! Cum for us!" whispered both men as they pulled on her nipples.

Sandy's ass was now thrashing furiously in the air as she was nearing orgasm. Sandy's moans were now lust filled screams as she got closer and closer.

Finally, Owen withdrew his fingers from Sandy's sloppy pussy on the next backstroke and drove his fingers deep into Sandy's ass. The shock of the unexpected intrusion into Sandy's virgin ass was the last straw.

As Owen thrust his tongue deep into Sandy's pussy and his fingers prodded her virgin ass, Sandy exploded in orgasm, delirious with lust.

"Oh God, fuck me baby! Ream my ass! Oh yeah, oh yeah, make me cum. Oh God, make me cum! Yes, yes, Oh God YES!"

Sandy's body was on fire with lust now. Reaching out with one hand she pushed Ned's head into her breast and with her other hand; she drew Eamon's ear to her lips and whispered passionately. "Oh baby, I want you to be the first inside me. I want you to be the first one to fill me. Please baby, I've been dreaming of having you inside me for months."

Eamon whispered back in Sandy's ear, "I've been dreaming of you too. Do you want me to fill your hot pussy with my cum?"

"Yes, yes!" whispered Sandy back breathlessly.

"Then let everyone hear what you want baby. Say it, shout it. Tell everyone you want my cock inside you baby," demanded Eamon.

Sandy's heart began to beat even faster as her chest heaved in and out, completely consumed by her overwhelming desire to have Eamon inside her at last. "Yes, yes!" shouted Sandy, for everyone to hear. "Yes! Oh please Eamon, fill me with your cock. Fill my pussy with your hot cum. Please, please! I need your big cock inside me now!"

Sandy had never talked dirty when she was having sex before, never with her husband Mike and just hearing herself say the words, shouting like a nasty slut, filled her with even more desire.

With her chest heaving and body quivering, Sandy took Eamon's tongue deep in her mouth for one long last kiss before he changed places with Owen. As Owen knelt next to Sandy's head with his long slender cock dangling in her face, Ned shifted positions and knelt on the opposite side of Sand's head with his cock swinging back and forth over her mouth. Sandy had her first good look at their cocks now. Owen's cock wasn't as big around as Eamon's, but was at least a couple of inches longer. Ned's was a little shorter than Eamon's, but had to be twice as big around. Sandy's body suddenly shuddered, as she contemplated having that huge thing spreading and tearing into her pussy.

Sandy could feel her sex juices dripping down the crack of her ass as Ned and Owen grabbed her thighs just above the back of her knees and lifted her pussy off the bed. They split her legs wide apart and she could feel the head of Eamon's cock glancing against her pussy lips as he slid the length of his shaft up and down the furrows of her pussy as he pressed his hard shaft against her, coating his shaft with her slick juices.

As Eamon continued to slide the full length of his cock up and down Sandy's pussy her clit became more and more engorged and sensitive, sending new waves of pleasure through her body. Without realizing it, Sandy had Ned and Owen's cocks in each of her hands now and she was matching Eamon stroke for stroke as she slid her hands up and down their rock hard cocks.

Sandy could feel the head of Eamon's engorged and pulsing cock pressing hard against her pussy now as he gently slid the bulbous head inside her. Sandy gasped and groaned as Eamon's cock spread her pussy wider than it had ever been before. Lifting her head, Sandy looked down between her legs as Eamon's giant cock started to disappear inside her. 

"Yes, baby. Yes!" seethed Sandy through her teeth as her body quivered with lust. "Oh fuck me baby. Fuck my pussy. Fill me with your beautiful cock!"

As Sandy laid her head back, waiting for Eamon to begin pounding and filling her hot and needy pussy with his massive muscle, she could feel a hand beneath her head, lifting it back up. It was Owen's hand and he was pushing her head toward his hairy scrotum.

"Lick them baby, lick them," said Owen, as her lips were now touching his hairy balls. "Lick and suck my balls, and then I'll fill you with my hot cum. Do it baby, do it!"

Sandy was having an out of body experience and she was in another world now, a world that was only filled with pleasure. She wasn't thinking now, just feeling. "Oh God," Sandy shouted as Eamon was finally all the way into her pussy up to the hilt and she could feel their pubic hair rubbing into each other.

As Eamon slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside another shock wave of pleasure washed across Sandy's body. "Oh God! Yes, yes. Oh God yes! Oh baby stick it in me. Oh God yes! Stick it all the way in. Further. Harder. Oh God yes, harder!"

Eamon had handfuls of Sandy's ass cheeks now in both his strong hands and began to pound relentlessly into her willing pussy. As she cried out, crazed with lust, it was drowned out as Owen pushed her mouth forcefully into his crotch. "Suck them, lick them, do it now," demanded Owen as Sandy opened her mouth and ravenously began to suck and knead Owen's pulsating balls with her lips and tongue as she continued to run her hands up and down both Owen and Ned's stiff cocks.

As Eamon continued to plow into Sandy's pussy, Ned grabbed a handful of her hair and demanded equal attention for his own balls. Sandy continued to alternate her affections between the two men as Eamon pumped his cock harder and harder into her pussy.

Orgasm after orgasm rippled through Sandy's body as she whimpered in ecstasy with each new wave of pleasure. The more Sandy whimpered in pleasure, the more the vibrations of her muted screams vibrated on the balls that filled her mouth, driving both Ned and Owen wild.

Sandy could feel Owen's balls begin to pulse hard inside her mouth and she knew he was about to cum, sending new thrills of pleasure through her body. Owen shifted the position of Sandy's head now with one hand and he grabbed his own cock with the other. Sandy could feel Owen's cock pulsating with cum as he pointed it at her mouth. "Open your mouth baby, let me fill you with my cum."

Looking up at Owen, her green eyes wild with lust, Sandy's opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, waiting for Owen's warm sticky cum to shoot in her mouth. Sandy swallowed furiously as load after load of hot sticky cum filled her mouth, some of it dribbling down the corners of her mouth onto her chin. Some of the streams of cum missed their mark and oozed down Sandy's face, filling her eyes and nose, and drenching her auburn hair with the white sticky liquid.

Owen slid back down on the bed now, turning his attention to Sandy's breasts as he sucked one all the way into his mouth as he kneaded and massaged the other, pulling and twisting her nipple away from her body. Sandy continued to cum again and again as Eamon relentlessly pounded his cock deep into her pussy.

Ned shifted positions and using one hand he turned Sandy's head toward him and with the other, he guided his massively thick cock toward her mouth. Sandy's eyes got wider and wider as Ned pushed the baseball sized head of his cock into her mouth. Sandy whined loudly, again and again, as Ned's cock stretched Sandy's lips and mouth to their limit. Sandy was pumping Ned's shaft with both her hands now, not able to make her fingers meet as they tried to surround his huge organ.

Pumping his shaft harder and harder with her hands and licking and sucking the head of Ned's cock as best she could, Sandy could feel the cum start to pulse through his veins as the first blast of cum filled her mouth. Sandy gulped and gulped as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the huge gobs of cum that were spewing from Ned's cock, just like an open faucet. Occasionally Sandy would gag, spitting cum all over her neck and shoulders as it continued to drench her shoulder length hair. Ned's cum tasted different, saltier, than Owen's, thought Sandy for no particular reason, as she continued to try and keep up with the endless flow of cum from Ned's huge organ. 

Just as Sandy gulped down the last few spurts of Ned's cum, Sandy could feel Eamon's cock starting to pulsate deep inside her pussy. Suddenly Eamon withdrew his cock and Sandy looked down in shocked disappointment as Ned and Owen lifted her off the bed and positioned her on all fours, facing Eamon. Grabbing both sides of her head in his massive hands, Eamon drove his pulsating cock all the way down Sandy's throat in one smooth motion.

As Sandy could feel cum pulsating through Eamon's cock, she swallowed furiously, not wanting to spill a drop of her precious Eamon's cum. Sandy could also feel someone's tongue licking her pussy as a pair of strong and massive hands spread her ass cheeks wide. The huge tongue was now ferociously licking all the way from the front of her pussy up the crack of her ass. After a few more ferocious licks, the tongue dove into Sandy's asshole and she let out a high pitched whimper of pleasure as the long tongue relentlessly prodded her gaping asshole as she tightened her muscles around the invading tongue with each thrust.

Eamon slowed the thrusts of his cock into Sandy's mouth as she sucked the last few remaining drops of cum from him and then licked his softening cock clean of cum and her own pussy juice. Sandy rubbed Eamon's cock back and forth across her face, licking it and occasionally sucking and kissing his shaft and balls.

"Oh baby, I wanted that deep inside me. I wanted to feel your hot cum deep in my belly," sighed Sandy in disappointment as she continued to worship Eamon's cock.

"Don't worry baby, you will," said Eamon in a husky, sex crazed voice as he stroked her hair. "We're not even close to being through with you."

Eamon fell back on the bed, breathing hard after his exertions, and Sandy looked up and saw Owen's tall lanky body as he closed the door and returned to the bed carrying several towels. "Roll her over," said Owen to Ned as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her head.

Ned withdrew his long thick tongue from Sandy's quivering ass and pushed her ass down on the bed and rolled her over, sitting down next to her feet. Owen tossed Ned a moist towel saying, "let's clean her up and let her rest for a minute and catch her breath."

Sandy enjoyed the feeling of the warm, moist towels as Ned and Owen cleansed her oily and sweaty flesh. She particularly was thankful that Owen was wiping the sticky and stinging cum from her face and eyes as Eamon lay next to her continuing to recuperate. Once they had finished cleaning Sandy's legs, stomach, breasts, face and neck, they rolled her over and Owen cleaned her neck, shoulders and back as Ned cleaned her legs and ass.

"Roll over again," said Owen to Sandy, as he gently stroking her cheek. Owen passed a bottle of massage oil to Ned and squeezed some oil on his own hands from a separate bottle. As Sandy rolled over on her back the two men began to gently massage Sandy's body from each end. As Owen massaged her neck, shoulders, breasts and arms, Ned focused on her legs and lower stomach. Their strong warm hands felt wonderful to Sandy as they glided across her soft flesh.

Laying perfectly still with her eyes closed, Sandy enjoyed the feeling of their hands expertly kneading her muscles, the massage leaving her in a dreamy, relaxed state. Ned and Owen effortlessly rolled Sandy over on her stomach and Owen kneaded the muscles in Sandy's shoulder and back as Ned massaged her ass and legs. Sandy was drifting now, almost asleep after the endless love making and relentless orgasms she had just experienced. 

Sandy was oblivious as Owen tossed Ned a tube of lubricant as he finished massaging Sandy's upper thighs, spreading her legs wide apart. Owen continued to massage Sandy's neck and shoulders as he turned her head from side for side, kneading the remaining tension from Sandy's completely relaxed body.

Ned continued to massage the inside of Sandy's thighs, letting his fingers glide across her pussy lips and the crack in her ass, her asshole puckering with each glancing stroke of his fingers. As Ned rhythmically massaged his hands up and down Sandy's inner thigh he gradually allowed his fingers to penetrate her pussy and then her ass as Sandy voluntarily spread her legs farther apart and raised her ass off the bed to meet Ned's thick fingers.

Reaming Sandy's pussy now with the index and middle finger on his right hand, Ned twisted the cap off the tube of lubricant with his left thumb and index finger. Squeezing lube onto the fingers on his right hand Ned's thick fingers now slid effortlessly in and out of Sandy's pussy as she groaned in pleasure, raising her ass into the air so they would sink deeper inside her.

Ned squeezed more lube on his fingers and now moved on to Sandy's virgin ass. As Ned's slick index finger penetrated Sandy's ass she let out a lustfully deep moan. With each stroke of Ned's index finger he squeezed more lubricant into Sandy's widening asshole. Ned had both his index and middle finger in Sandy's ass now as her moans grew more and more urgent. Squeezing and packing more and more lubricant into Sandy's now gaping asshole, 

Ned added a third finger as he slowly stretched Sandy's asshole wider and wider, eventually stuffing the full length of his three thick fingers into her ass as she continued to groan, making low guttural noises from deep inside her chest. Sandy could feel every pour in her flesh now, her whole body tingling with pleasure as a warm feeling washed over her body.

Eamon had revived and rolled over on his side, watching Sandy arch her ass into the air to meet Ned's thick fingers as he spread her asshole wider and wider. The more Sandy's deep animal groans filled the air, the harder Eamon's cock became. Looking at Ned and Owen's rigid cocks, he could tell that they were ready as well.

Motioning Ned to lie down on the bed next to Sandy, Eamon and Owen were on either side of Sandy now, lifting her up from the bed as they moved her body directly over Ned until she was straddling his cock. Looking over to Eamon with dreamy, lustful eyes, Sandy smiled at him wistfully as she said, "I want you back inside me baby," in an almost disembodied voice.

"Soon baby, soon," said Eamon into Sandy's ear as he gently kissed it once again as he quietly reassured her.

Eamon and Owen had Sandy by her biceps and ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed as Ned grabbed his cock and pointed it toward her glistening pink pussy as her juices ran down the inside of her thighs, all the way to her knees, before dripping onto the bed. As Eamon and Owen lowered Sandy onto Ned's raging cock, she could feel the massive head start to spread her pussy wider and wider.

"Oh God, Oh God," screamed Sandy as she flung her head back. "Oh God, it's so big. Oh please, please, no more. Oh God please, no more."

Sandy's body was shaking violently as Ned's massively wide cock sunk deeper into her pussy, inch by inch. Loud guttural moans were coming from someplace deep inside Sandy's chest as she took more and more of Ned's cock into her now gaping pussy. Eventually Sandy could feel Ned's pubic hair scratching against her own. As she did, Sandy took a deep breath, knowing that Ned was about to start thrusting his cock into her stretched pussy. 

With each thrust of Ned's massive cock, Sandy could feel it press against her swollen clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through her increasingly hypersensitive body. Eamon was behind her now, continuing to massage Sandy's back and neck as Owen moved in front of her, thrusting the head of his cock against her moist lips. Sandy looked up briefly at Owen with a dazed and dreamy expression as she opened her mouth, willingly taking the full length of Owen's long cock all the way down her throat until she could feel his pubic hair touching her nose and lips. Slowly and rhythmically, Owen began to fuck Sandy's throat as he grasped each side of her head with his strong hands.