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Sins of a Sinner Ch. 01

By: MisfitToy



Mark Sawyer closed his office door and sat back down behind his desk. This last week had been something else. Hell, these last six months had been unbelievable. He just turned 31, 2 years removed from his Stanford MBA and he thought his life would be perfect. Then it all changed. Cheryl, his wife of 6 years, left him for another man. It didn't matter who he was, only that his college sweetheart had been unfaithful, broke his heart and was now dumping him. They had even been talking about starting a family, about how they would spend their life together. Without any warning, she told him she needed her ‘space.' Then he was served with divorce papers. Maybe it was a good thing when his boss Mr. Davis offered him a transfer to the Midwest three months later. He could use a break, a fresh start. His career would be fast tracked if he could turn around the Indiana office. So, with nothing more than heartache and frustration, he packed his bags, left everything he knew in California, and headed East to what he thought would be a simpler life.

He arrived early that first Monday morning, eager to put his old life behind him. He was all smiles as he was introduced to his new co-workers. His crisp new shirt framed his broad shoulders and his new tie accentuated his tanned, athletic body. His blue eyes sparkled as he shook hands with each new member of the team. The Indiana office had shown only a slight profit despite solid production and sales number and it was his job to improve the bottom line. Now, late Friday afternoon, his brown hair was messed and his eyes bloodshot from the mountains of papers he'd read through. 

"Am I right about this?" he thought to himself. He'd gone over and over the data he had collected. He spent the past 3 weeks analyzing all of the figures, accounts and receipts, and his only conclusion was that someone was stealing from the company. He spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about how he should handle this.

Mark decided that he would do a little more digging before he went further. He suspected the bookkeeper, Paula Thornton, had been funneling money into several dummy accounts. Not outrageous amounts, but over time, approximately $45,000. Quite ingenious really, just a number of small, sporadic deposits here and there in dummy accounts that wouldn't draw much attention. Mark needed to be sure that these definitely were not legitimate payments before he went about accusing an employee of theft. 

Paula Thornton was a well respected employee who had been with the company for almost 15 years. From Mark's early dealings with Paula, he surmised that she was well liked by her co-workers. She was not a strikingly attractive or unattractive woman, just kind of plain and nondescript. She was about 5-1 or 5-2, sandy brown hair with light brown eyes behind wire rimmed glasses. It was hard to describe her physically. Average sized he thought. She dressed casually, yet professionally. Her blouses, shirts and sweaters were loose. She always wore skirts, none of which rose above mid calf. Not a lot of jewelry and her hair was either pulled back or done conservatively. 

Mark thought for a moment, "She doesn't draw much attention to herself. Kind of like her crime." He accessed her company files and learned that she was 44 years old, married, with two children. 

He had dug a little deeper and had learned that Paula's husband, George, had been out of work for 4-1/2 years now. He had gone through a series of menial jobs, but for the past 2 years he had found his ‘calling' as a part-time Pastor/Reverend/Deacon or whatever he called it. Car payments, food, clothing for the kids, and a mortgage would be tough to make on her salary. It's not like George couldn't find steady work. He just seemed to be lazy. Paula, by all accounts, was supportive of George's calling, even though it provided little income. Mark surmised that divorce would have been out of the question. It made sense to him why Paula would take the money. Strangely, he felt a slight twinge of compassion for her. She was in a tough position, and now he would have to make it worse. He didn't really want to call the authorities but he couldn't let this pass or continue. Besides, he didn't make her take the money. She did it of her own free will. Plus, he had his career to think about. Not that it was the most important thing in his life. That was Cheryl, and look what happened there. "Might as well make the cash," Mark had reasoned.

Mark decided to wait a week. He wanted to spend the time studying and verifying all of his facts; to be sure that he was indeed 100% correct in his accusation. Each day, from afar, he would watch Paula. It was during this time that it occurred to Mark that his first assessment of Paula might have been a bit off. Oh, he was sure she had performed the ‘creative accounting,' but he was now paying more attention to Paula and he began to notice her features. Behind those glasses was an attractive face. Her body seemed to be better than he originally thought. Her waist was narrow, yet her hips curved very nicely. Even though her tops were ill-fitting, it became clear to Mark that Paula also had rather large breasts. He watched her from across the room as she bent over the file cabinets. "Not bad for two kids. A nice wrack as well. What a waste. Her with that loser," Mark thought. It was then he noticed he was semi aroused.

Mark went back to his office and shut the door. As he sat down behind his desk, he realized that this was the first time since he found out about Cheryl's cheating that he had become aroused. And by an older woman who had been stealing from his company. An old, preacher's wife who was married to a loser with a couple of kids. "God, am I fucked up or what?" he thought. But as he sat there, looking out the office window, Mark began to let his mind wander. Slowly, a small smile grew on his face. "This could get interesting," he said to himself.

Friday rolled around. Mark had spent a lot of time thinking about his course of action. Around 4:30, he called Paula Thornton. "Ms. Thornton, this is Mark Sawyer. I need to see you in my office before the end of the day today." 

A momentary pause was followed by "Sure Mr. Sawyer. I'll be there in just a minute". They both hung up the phone and Mark reached behind him, semi-closing his blinds. 

"Perfect," he thought. Sitting back in his chair he heard a knock at his door.

"Come in."

Paula opened the door and walked in. "You wanted to see me Mr. Sawyer?" She stood in the doorway, wearing a white cotton blouse, a gray wool skirt and with her hair and make-up neat but unremarkable. Her face seemed flush, either from nervousness or annoyance of a meeting being scheduled this late in the day on Friday. 

Mark did not look up from his papers. "Yes Ms. Thornton. Come in and close the door please. I'll be with you in a minute."

Paula closed the door and moved to the front of Mark's desk, hands folded in front of her, uneasy, yet acting cool and collected while not really knowing what was happening. "What is this all about?" she thought. After a moment, Paula nervously said, "May I sit down?"

Still mulling over his files, "Of course" Mark replied as he motioned for her to be seated. Mark purposely and deliberately took his time going over the papers in front of him. Paula sat there, watching him, trying to see what he was looking at so intently. Out of the corner of his eyes, Mark watched as Paula crossed her legs, her hands folded in her lap again. Finally, looking up into her eyes, Mark said, "Well Ms. Thornton, we seem to have a problem here."

"What do you mean?"

"I was transferred to this office to make it more profitable. As you are well aware, I've spent the last few weeks going over all of the sales reports and accounts and I've noticed a few irregularities. These figures here indicate that over the last 4 years, you've issued checks totaling almost $45,000 to accounts that I cannot verify as our customers. I've gone over this on numerous occasions and have investigated these accounts with the banks and have determined that you've been stealing from this company." Mark leaned forward onto his desk, pushing the file toward Paula. 

Nervously, Paula argued. "This must be some kind of mistake. I don't know what you're talking about. I've never stolen anything in my life." She sat back in her chair feigning indignity at the accusation. As Mark looked into her eyes, he saw fear. He smiled to himself.

"I know you've worked here a long time Ms. Thornton. I really do regret having to phone the police." Mark reached over, picking up the phone. 

"I was hoping you would at least treat me with some respect. No explanation of what happened. Hell, you didn't even take the time to look at the file and try to see what I'm talking about. Yet you sit here and insult my intelligence. You give me no choice but to have you arrested."

Mark slowly began dialing. Panicked, Paula lurched forward in her chair. Anxiously, she shouted, "Wait!" Lowering her eyes, almost surrendering, "I'm sorry."

Smiling to himself, Mark stopped dialing, yet he did not lower the receiver. "I know," he said "but yet you still stole from me." His eyes staring at her, watching as she realized her predicament. 

"Please Mr. Sawyer. I didn't want to do it, but the bills, my kids. They needed to eat. Please. I'm sorry. I hoped to put it back before anyone would catch on. I know I don't deserve it, but if you give me a chance, I'll fix this. I promise. No one will need to know."

Putting the phone down, Mark sat back in his chair and said, "Fix this? You'll have to do more than that I'm afraid. Especially with all of the disgrace and shame a felony conviction would bring to you and your family." He saw the faint glimmer of hope in her face.

"Anything Mr. Sawyer. Just name it. I can't have my family and friends know about this. I'll lose everything and everyone who matters to me. Please sir, I'll do anything. Just don't call the police or fire me." Paula pleaded with him. She leaned forward towards his desk, her hands tense as she held them together in her lap.

"No one ever really means it when they say they would do ‘ANYTHING' Ms. Thornton." His eyes slowly traced the features of her face. "But let's just see about that." Mark stood up, slowly walking around his desk towards his office door. 

"He's going to give me a chance," she thought to herself as Mark moved about the office. "All is not lost," she prayed silently. 

Mark could feel her eyes following him, watching him as he locked his office door with an audible "click", and returned to his desk. As he sat down, his eyes stared into hers. "Let's see."

For the moment, Paula sat there confused, not sure of what was happening but relieved that he was being kind to her. She heard him say "Stand up." 

Slowly, still not comprehending his meaning, she rose to her feet. It was then she saw his eyes as they slowly moved over her body. His stare began at her face and moved to her chest. From the time she was a teenager, Paula had always dressed to not draw any attention to her body. Her breasts had developed early on, becoming much larger than all of her friends' and she hated the way men looked at them. Over the years, she had gotten to be an expert at concealing her curves. At this precise moment, her heart sank and her stomach began to ache. "No," she thought. "This can't be happening to me".

Mark leaned back in his chair, "Turn around for me. Slowly." 

Paula looked down at the floor, staring at her low-heeled shoes with her toes pointed together. Almost without thinking, she slowly began to turn around. She could feel his eyes as they moved over her body. First her chest, her hips, her thighs, down her legs, and then up the backs of her legs as she turned away from him. She could feel the burn of his stare into her buttocks. Turning back to face him, she began to fill with despair at her predicament. Her eyes fixed to the carpet in front of his desk, for fear that she would start to cry if she were to look at him. 

Mark could feel her uneasiness from across the desk. The desperation in her voice as she said, "I'm so sorry." 

He again smiled, saying, "I know you are. But you need to do more than be sorry. You can start by unbuttoning your blouse." 

Leaning back in his chair, Mark was a bit taken back as Paula's eyes shot up from the floor, almost glaring at him. "The hell I will! What kind of woman do you take me for?" Her voice trembled with anger, fear and indignation. "I'm a married woman with two children. A Preacher's wife. I'm not doing that for you or anyone else." She stood before him, her arms at her side with each hand clenched in fisted defiance. "Who the hell does this jerk think he is?" she thought.

Mark slowly reached for the phone again. He began to dial. Looking at the keys he said, "You are either going to unbutton that blouse for me or the police. You decide." He dialed the third number.

Anxiously, Paula spoke, "I'll tell the police what you're doing. Your career will be ruined."

Dialing the fourth number, Marked chuckled and smirked. "Prove it. It's your word against mine. However, the proof of your crime is all in that file. Don't worry. I have copies of that one. I knew you wouldn't live up to your word. Enjoy the rest of your life, or what's left of it." He dialed the fifth number.

Paula watched as his finger pressed the sixth button. Her mind raced, "What do I do? I'll be ruined. My kids. Everything." Slowly, she began to sob, "STOP! Please."

Mark looked up, his finger just above the last number, phone still in his hand, he said nothing. He stared into her eyes and then slowly moved down to her chest.

Her head down, Paula watched as her fingers began to unbutton the top button of her blouse. She could see that Mark was not moving, neither dialing nor hanging up. Tears began to fill her eyes as her fingers found the second button. Sniffling as tears rolled down her cheek, she unbuttoned her third button, then finally the last button. Putting the phone down, Mark leaned back in his chair, "Now, take it off."

Paula began weeping, sobbing loudly, as she pulled her blouse from inside her skirt and slid it off her shoulders. She felt the cool air on her chest and stomach. Removing her blouse, she quickly dropped it on the chair next to her. Instinctively, she folded her arms across her chest, her hands cupping, trying to hide her breasts from this sleazebag's gaze. On the contrary, all she was doing was amplifying her cleavage. The round fullness of her breasts, now pushed together even more so than with just her brassiere, caressed the small gold cross she wore on a thin delicate gold chain. 

Mark sat back, his eyes studying, drinking in the beauty of her full chest. He smiled to himself, wondering if she was more embarrassed to be standing in front of him like this, in that Wal-mart issue bra, or that she had gotten caught. His cock began to stiffen in his dress pants, uncomfortably constricted by his boxers. "Keep going. Now the bra. Don't make me tell you twice." He was enjoying the upper hand he held over this woman. 

He watched with slight astonishment as Paula said nothing and reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She was now sobbing uncontrollably, her bra straps sliding down her arms, the cups off of her breasts, the tears down her cheeks. She quickly threw her bra next to her blouse and immediately covered her breasts with her hands. "Put your hands down," Mark said in an angry tone that surprised both of them. 

Paula did as she was told, her body now shaking as she sobbed. Mark watched as her large breasts moved in rhythm to her sobs. Mark leered at her chest. Her breasts were much bigger than he thought, heavier, at least 40DD. The weight had caused Paula's breasts to sag with age, but only just a bit. Her nipples were slightly upturned. The areolas were light brown with an almost pinkish hue. Paula's tears had begun to run down her chest, down her breasts. Her nipples getting hard from the cool air on her warm tear stained skin. "Magnificent!" Mark thought. "Look at those tits." 

Saying nothing, Mark sat in his chair for a time, watching as Paula continued to sob. Slowly her crying began to subside and Mark realized that his cock was fully hard now. He couldn't decide what got him more excited. Was it the sight of this woman with her beautiful big tits, topless, standing in front of him, or was it the power he was now feeling over her? Either way, he was more excited at this moment than he had ever been with Cheryl.

Paula's began recomposing herself and she now looked up at Mark as he sat back in his chair. She could see him staring, leering at her breast. Slowly, his eyes rose to meet hers. They burned through, almost to the depths of her soul. The intensity of his stare caused her to look away for a second, breaking the moment. She took off her glasses, placing them on top of her discarded bra and wiped here eyes. She looked over and caught his eyes again as he began to speak. "You have incredible tits. Magnificent. Absolutely gorgeous." His words made Paula cringe. 

"He's just a little boy who likes looking at breasts" she thought, trying to reason with herself. She knew how silly it sounded, but she was looking for any glimmer of hope to cling to. Hadn't she been humiliated enough? Paula said, "Ok, you've had your thrill. I promise, I'll get back the money. I won't tell anyone about this and we can go on as nothing happened. It will never happen again. I'm sorry." 

Paula began to lean towards her pile of abandoned clothes when she heard Mark begin to laugh. "You can't be serious?" Paula lost her last shred of hope when she heard him say, "Lift up your skirt." She shot another angry, defiant look at him, only to be met with his stern, heartless stare. Tears began again as she bent forward slightly, her large breasts swaying as she reached for the hem of her skirt. Without looking up, she lifted her skirt to just above her waist. She could feel the cool air on her thighs as she stood there in front of him. She could feel his eyes moving over her legs, her panties. She began to sob again.

Mark's eyes slowly followed the upward movement of her skirt. Her legs were pale white, with nicely curved thighs that obviously didn't get much sun. He watched as the skirt rose to her full hips and her white panties became visible. "Definitely Wal-mart," he thought. However inexpensive they were, they hugged her hips nicely, accentuating her shapely hips even more. Mark stood up from behind his desk. The outline of his erection was clearly visible through his trousers, but Paula deliberately did not look at it. He moved behind her. "Show me your ass," was all he could say. 

His words made Paula cry again, but she slowly lifted her skirt again, this time from behind. Marks eyes again followed the skirt as it rose higher. He saw the curvature of her ass, rounder than he thought it would be. "A bit soft too," he said to himself. But she was 44 years old and had spent a considerable amount of time behind a desk. Her hips flared out nicely as well. "Take off your panties" he heard himself order her. He watched as Paula let go of her skirt, and grabbed the tops of her panties, lowering both of them until her panties had reached her ankles. She began sobbing again as she stepped out, picked them up and tossing them on the pile with her other clothes.

Mark stood behind Paula. For the first time, he could smell her perfume as it blended with her humiliation. They were intoxicating! "Lean forward and place your hands on my desk," he told her. With tears again rolling down her cheeks, she did as she was told. 

As she bent slightly forward, Paula could feel her breasts hanging on each side of her gold cross necklace. She felt Mark moving behind her. She felt the material of her skirt moving up, the cool air on the backs of her thighs, on her buttocks. He held the skirt with one hand above her waist, pinned to the small of her back. Mark stood there, admiring Paula's ass. "God, she is fucking sexy!" he thought. "Much better than that fucking bitch Cheryl ever could hope to be." 


Sins of a Sinner Ch. 01



At that moment, Mark thought about how both women, first Cheryl and now Paula, had wronged him. "You need to be taught a lesson about stealing," Mark said firmly. With that, his free hand came down swiftly, slapping the bare skin in front of him. "SMACK!" Paula jumped at the contact, startled out of her tears. "SMACK! SMACK!" Mark watched as Paula's ass jiggled with each contact from his hand. He heard Paula begin to cry uncontrollably again. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" was mixed with the sounds of Paula's sobs. Mark watched as her ass wobbled with each slap. Soon, it was warm to his touch. Surprisingly, Paula's sobbing had begun to subside.

Without warning and with each slap of his hand, Paula's pain began to lessen. In its place, Paula began to feel something else – arousal. At first, she was completely shocked by the feelings beginning to grow deep within her. She could feel herself no longer crying. As the skin of her buttocks reddened, she could feel her vagina begin to tingle. "SMACK! SMACK!" She could feel the moisture growing between her legs. Each slap sent an electric shock through her body that caused her clitoris to pulse and swell. Each shock caused her arousal to intensify. "SMACK! SMACK!" Paula let out an audible, "Ugh," as her hips and buttocks began to roll.

Mark was shocked at this new turn of events. "I could never get Cheryl to play like this." He had tried a few times to have a little fun with her. Nothing serious really, maybe just a little slap-and-tickle to spice things up a bit. "But this bitch is actually getting turned on!" he thought. "SMACK!" His hand did not pull back. Instead, he began to kneed and squeeze the warm, red flesh of her ass. 

Leaning forward slightly, Mark whispered, "You like that, don't you? It makes your pussy feel good when I spank your ass, doesn't it?" "SMACK!" He could see Paula's facial expression in the reflection on the picture behind his desk. He could see her dismay at his words and he loved it. He assumed she wasn't used to ‘dirty' talk, but he also knew how her body was beginning to respond to it.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Paula thought. "This can't be happening. This son of a bitch, with his perverted thoughts and filthy language. Blackmailing me like this. I can't let this happen to me. It's so dirty, sleazy and disgusting. No!" These thoughts raced through her mind and soul, but all Paula could respond with was a guttural moan. Fighting to collect her senses and any remaining dignity, Paula shook her head and mustered an enthusiastic but unbelievable "No." 

"SMACK! SMACK!" Her hips rolled to meet each slap. She felt his hand slide down the back of her thigh to behind her knee, softly caressing her skin as his fingertips descended. Another "Mmmm," escaped her parted lips.

Mark smiled to himself and stopped spanking Paula. He held her skirt over her hips watched the tender skin redden. He let go of her skirt and slowly walked back behind his desk, his hard and throbbing cock making it difficult to both walk and then sit in his chair. He sat back and looked at Paula, her hands still on his desk, bent over. Her eyes followed his every move and her large breasts were hanging free, surrounding her dangling gold cross. Her nipples were hard. He looked up to her face and he could see the confused arousal in her eyes. He reached for the file he had earlier held with the evidence of Paula's crime. He slowly opened the file, pretending to look at a page, and then back up at Paula. She stood there, bent over, breasts rising and falling with each gasping breadth, staring at Mark, wondering when and how this would end. 

Mark laid the open file on his desk in front of him, pushed his chair back away from the desk slightly and said, "Come here." Paula slowly stood up straight and timidly began to move around the desk toward Mark. Without saying a word, Mark put his hands on her hips and directed her to sit on his desk atop the open file, facing him in his chair. Paula moved as Mark had guided her, nipples at attention in anticipation of what was to come. Mark slowly lifted her skirt up over her thighs, up around her waist. 

"Put your foot up on the arm of my chair" he ordered. A look of shock crossed her face as she snapped back to reality. She realized her vagina, her most intimate of areas, would be exposed to this pervert. No man, not even her husband, had seen her like that. Paula's lovemaking with her husband was always with the lights out. Oral sex had always been too taboo. Both giving and receiving. Heck, she only went to female gynecologists! 

"Please God, stop this" she thought. "Please. No. Don't do this," Paula begged. 

Mark let go of her skirt as it fell back down her legs, looked at her sternly and harshly replied, "You heard me." 

Feeling confused and betrayed by her own body, humiliated and shamed by what she had done, Paula looked down as she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the arm of Mark's chair. "Lift your skirt," she heard him say and she started to cry as her hands once again lifted her skirt around her waist. Her thighs spread and vagina exposed for this disgusting man she barely knew. Tears began to flow again.

Mark sat there, looking between Paula's legs. Her pubic hair was thick and a bit longer than he liked. Cheryl had always kept her pussy neatly trimmed. A ‘landing strip.' God, she hated when Mark called it that. His eyes drank her pouty sex in. Slowly looking up at her, Mark said, "Spread your pussy lips for me." 

With that, Paula once again began sobbing heavily. Yet her right hand moved between her legs. She reached down, and with her thumb and fore finger, slowly pealed back her labia. 

"More." Pulling more open, the tears rolling down her breasts. He could see Paula's arousal, how here pussy lips were swollen, slightly extended and red with excitement. "Your pussy is wet, isn't it bitch?" was all she heard. Saying nothing, she sat there crying and slowly nodded her head. Mark looked down between her thighs. 

"Put your finger in your pussy." Her body shook from her sobbing, but she reached down with her left hand, extended her finger, and slowly inserted it inside. Mark watched how easily it slipped in, the moisture evident on her lips and surrounding pubic hair. 

"Fuck yourself for me," he ordered. 

Through her sobs, Paula began to work her finger in and out of her vagina. "God, this is so degrading," she thought. "Masturbating in front of this man." And with each movement of her fingers, her arousal built. She could feel the electricity once again in her clitoris, the moisture from her vagina thickening on her finger. 

She heard him say, "Look in my eyes while you fuck your pussy for me." She slowly moved her head up until their eyes met. The hunger in his eyes met with the slowly intensifying lust in hers. She stopped crying. Staring at Mark, she worked her finger in and out, unconsciously spreading her legs wider. The feeling of pleasure was beginning to overtake her. 

She heard him say "Fuck that pussy with two fingers," and, without thinking, slipped her middle finger inside next to the other. Back and forth, her fingers and hand moved slowly. Mark could hear her fingers squishing in the wetness of Paula's pussy. Unaware that her hips were now moving in unison with her hand, Paula stared into Mark's eyes. Her lips parted slightly and a small moan escaped. 

"Touch your nipple."

With her free hand, she reached for her breast. Her nipple stood out, hard, waiting for her attention. She slowly massaged her nipple between her fingers. Another moan, this one a bit louder, escaped her lips. Mark sat back, all the time watching. His erect cock straining against his clothing. 

Looking into her eyes again, he said "Put your tit in your mouth and suck yourself." The thought doing that for him disgusted her, yet Paula lifted her large breast and began sucking and licking her own nipple. Her tongue swirled, lapping at the hard bud. She squeezed her large breast as her other hand continued moving back and forth, her hips rocking in rhythm with each thrust. She could feel it building deeper, deeper inside her. Growing, gaining momentum. She stared into Mark's eyes as she felt the first wave of orgasm closing in. Her fingers kept pumping in and out, faster, harder and deeper. The moisture from her vagina was running out and down the crack of her ass as she drew closer and closer 

Paula unconsciously dropped her breast and parted her lips just as Mark ordered, "Cum for me slut" and with that, she exploded. Her body rocked and quivered with the intensity of an orgasm that she had never felt before. 

She stared into his eyes, her open mouth moaning "Ooooooooooooh", as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. Her hips moved obscenely to meet each thrust. She now realized that her other hand had found her clitoris. Disgust and humiliation mixed with lust and desire to bring Paula to an explosion stronger than any she had ever felt. Her vagina seemed to be squeezing the deviate arousal from her body through her climax. For the first time in her life, she could feel her vagina ejaculate. Fluid shot from her, dripping down her thighs and ass, and onto the open file. The muscles in her legs, hips, buttocks and stomach tightened and relaxed until the last wave of orgasm left her body. Regaining her senses, she realized how she must look. Her legs spread, juices all over his desk. She quickly looked away, down again to the floor. 

Mark sat in his chair, resting his head on the back, drinking in the sensation of what just occurred in front of him, burning the whole scene into his memory. As Paula's eyes averted his, he said, "Look at me." 

When their eyes locked, he slowly looked down at his bulging crotch. Paula's eyes followed Mark's down his body to his penis. A pre-cum spot was obvious on the dark material. When he was sure she was looking at it, Mark said, "Take my cock out." She shook her head, looking back up into his eyes, hoping she could find any hint of compassion. 

"No. Please. Please. Don't make me do this. It's so wrong. Please don't." Her eyes pleaded with his. "Please don't." 

He glared at her, sternly replying "I said, take out my cock! Don't make me repeat myself again."

Paula lowered her head again, staring at Mark's bulging crotch, and slid off of his desk. Slowly, on still slightly shaky legs, she moved between his as her skirt slid back down her body. Leaning forward, she reached for his belt. Tears again welled in her eyes as she unbuckled it. She reached for the button of his trousers and opened it. Shaking, her fingers reached for the tab on his zipper and slowly began to lower it. Reaching under his shirt, she found the elastic band of his boxers and began to pull them and the pants down. Mark stared at Paula as he lifted his hips to help her. As she lowered his pants, her eyes moved away as Mark's cock finally sprung free. 

Angrily, Mark ordered, "Look at it." 

Paula's tear filled eyes slowly moved to Mark's penis. Larger and thicker than her husband's, she stared at it for a time. It throbbed with each beat of his heart, hissing at her like "Satan's serpent" she thought. 

"Get on your knees and jack me off, thief." Paula could feel herself responding to his words. As she kneeled between his legs, his erection pointed up at her, level with her breasts. She looked at his penis, the purple swollen head dripping with moisture. 

"I said jack me off." Paula reached out with her left hand and touched his penis. The heat from his arousal felt like it was burning her fingers. Her eyes fixed to his penis, she wrapped her slender hand around his shaft. "I haven't done this since high school" she thought as she squeezed his penis.

Mark watched as Paula slowly began to slide her hand up and down his shaft. "That's it. Jerk my cock off." Again, Paula cringed at his words, but all the while her eyes were transfixed on his penis and the way it fit in her thin hand. She stared at Mark's long, thick shaft, with the large veins weaving their way around it. Paula's eyes followed the downward motion of her hand, down to his testicles. Bigger and fuller than any she had ever seen. Not that she had much experience with the male anatomy, but his seemed almost obscenely larger. Paula felt her skin blushing, looking back up at her hand as it slid up and down this man's penis. 

Mark saw Paula's tits bouncing to the movement of her hand, her nipples swaying back and forth, almost hypnotically. Then he saw her fingers wrapped around his shaft. There, on the finger of the woman who was working his cock up and down, was the wedding ring of another man. Her fingers tightened, milking him, lubricated from his ever flowing pre-cum. Mark felt his balls tightening, his cock unbelievably stiffening even more, as he looked at the radiant, older woman jerking him off. "Ughhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned as Mark's cock exploded. 

His first stream of cum shot high into the air, landing on his thigh. Paula jerked back, startled by the intensity of his orgasm. The second spurt of cum shot at her, landing just beneath her chin and across her chest. Each spasm of his cock releasing more cum until finally he slumped back in his chair. Paula stared at her hand with her fingers wrapped around his shaft, almost unable to let go. She saw her slender fingers, covered with his semen as it oozed down his penis. The back of her hand was sticky with his warm fluid. It was then she noticed her wedding ring. The simple, small diamond, surrounded by the gold symbol of her promise of fidelity to the only man she loved. She watched as another man's cum ran over it, dripping onto his stomach. Paula quickly released Mark's penis from her grasp.

She again started to cry. She heard Mark say, "You are mine now. Until I say so. Get your clothes and go home for the weekend. Come back to work on Monday but this time, I want your pussy shaved for me. I don't care what you have to do or tell your husband, just do it. You're my little slut now." With those words, Paula moved up off the floor, extending her left hand so as not to drip any more on herself and around the desk to gather up her clothes. 

She heard Mark say, "Use your panties to wipe your hand, but leave my cum on your tits until you get home and showered." Laughing, he added, "Something to remember me by." 

Tears ran down her cheeks yet again as she followed his orders. She quickly picked up her panties to wipe her hand. The thin cotton material was barely enough to wipe his semen off. She methodically wiped her hand in her panties, taking extra care to try and clean off all of his ejaculate from her wedding finger. Paula reached for her bra and slipped the cups over her breasts. She felt his cooling, sticky sperm trapped on her nipples and in her cleavage by the thin material of her bra. Paula hurriedly put on her blouse, all the while purposefully avoiding his stare. She looked at her watch, "My God, 6:10. They'll be wondering where I am." And with that, Paula cried her last tear as she tried to compose herself. She picked up her stained underwear, holding them tightly in her right hand. 

Mark sat there, watching her from behind his desk as she attempted to calm herself. "Remember what I told you. You're my little slut now." He watched as her panty-less ass churned beneath her skirt towards his office door. He watched as her drying cum covered hand reached for the door knob, opening the door. He smiled as she left his office.



Sins of a Sinner Ch. 02



This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.

*

Paula's mind raced as she drove towards home. Her thoughts spiraled as she tried to put into meaning the events that just happened over the last 2 hours. One thing was for certain, her life would never again be the same. "What am I going to do? How did this happen?" She pushed down on the gas and sped towards her family, waiting for her to join them for dinner, and away from the man who had just shaken her world to the depths of her soul. 

"I should have never taken that money. I should've replaced it, made more of an effort to put it back" she thought. "I should've hid it better. How did he find it? I could lose my job. He could put me in jail." Jail. How could she go to jail? "Emily. Paul." She thought of her children, the only reasons she took that money to begin with, and the shame and embarrassment they would feel because of her.

Anxious, she pushed the button to switch on another CD. As Paula heard Faith sing, 'I can feel you breathe', her thoughts changed. "How can I ever look at George again? I broke my vow to him in front of God. He'll see it in my face." She looked down at her left hand as it gripped the steering wheel. All she could think about was that man's cum smothering the ring that George had placed on her finger 24 years ago. Her stomach turned. 

She loved her husband. He was the only man in her life, the only lover she had known. George was not the greatest provider. They always seemed to be just one step ahead of the next bill, but Paula knew that George loved her. 

In turn, after all of these years, Paula's heart still skipped a beat whenever she heard his voice. She had always been faithful to him. In all honesty, it wasn't really that much of a sacrifice for her. George was everything to Paula. And she had betrayed him. 

She felt her stomach turn again, afraid she was going to vomit. She saw a McDonalds ahead and pulled into the parking lot. Quickly, she went into the restroom and washed her hands. She scrubbed her wedding ring to be sure that all of that man's semen was off of her hands, especially her ring. Splashing some water on her face, she looked in the mirror, composed herself, went back to her car and continued home.

She drove past the church where George preached Tuesday and Thursday evenings. "I've sinned. I've broken the Lord's commandments. I've stolen. I've lied. I've been unfaithful. I'm so sorry. God, please forgive me. Please give me the strength to be the person you want me to be." Paula prayed. She prayed harder than she had ever prayed before. 

Paula had gone against her values and convictions. "How did this happen to me?" There was one thing Paula was always certain of and that was that she was a good person. She was a good Christian woman who would never break her wedding vows. Her faith was central to whom Paula Thornton was and now she had violated those sacred cornerstones of her religion. "Please God. Give me the strength to right these wrongs. Give me the strength to beat this devil."

Paula thought of Mark. "The Devil. Satan. How could anyone be so cold and heartless? Perverted? Sick? Disgusting? Filthy? Degenerate." She felt nothing but contempt for that man. He truly was the devil. "My boss." Her mind raced again. "How can I go to work and see that sleazebag every day?" 

Then she remembered his words to her, "You're my little slut now." Again, her stomach turned. How could anyone say that to her? She felt her eyes begin to well up. 

It finally registered with Paula that he was not finished playing his sick and twisted game with her. "How far would he take this?" she thought. 

And then she remembered something else he had said to her. "Come back to work on Monday but this time, I want your pussy shaved for me." Her stomach churned faster at the memory of his voice. 

"That filthy pig saw me. He saw my vagina. He saw me touching myself. Masturbating. He made me do those dirty things." Turning down the block, she saw her house and pulled into the driveway. 

As Paula turned the engine off, she felt the dried juices on the inside of her thighs, the last remnants of her orgasm. The cool air slid up her dress as she opened the car door and stepped out, touching her where her panties should have been. Stopping at the door, she took one last moment to compose herself, one last deep breath, and walked.

*************************************************************************** Mark closed the car door as he slid inside. His shirt tugged at his waist as he sat down, the dried cum pulling at his pubic hair. He smiled at the thought of what had just unfolded in his office only a few minutes ago. 

It was his first orgasm since he found out his ex-wife had cheated on him and served him with those damn divorce papers. How long had it been? "Too long" is the only answer that made sense to him. He turned the key in the ignition, put the car into drive and drove off into the night. 

Mark thought of Paula. He was surprised as to how sexy he found her to be. He had always been attracted to younger woman. The cheerleader type. Smaller, athletic women. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Women who like to dress in skimpier clothing, showing off their assets. Like Cheryl. 

But Paula, she was different. She was older of course, but there was something else there. At first, Mark could only guess as to what her body looked like and, since their little meeting, he was now sure. "For an old married woman, she's pretty fucking hot" he thought. "Those tits are perfect. And her ass. Mmmmmmm." He felt his cock getting hard again. Yes, she was pretty fucking hot, an absolute MILF hidden beneath those glasses and frumpy clothes. 

But there was something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. He thought about Paula as he drove. Turning off the air conditioning, he lowered the window. The warm evening air rushed inside the Lexus as he drove. Breathing deeply, he turned down the boulevard towards his rented home. 

Paula. He remembered the look in her eyes, the blend of shame, embarrassment, humiliation, sadness, contempt, anger, surrender and excitement. What was it? He felt his cock shift inside his boxers as Nickelback sang to him. That last emotion in Paula's eyes, darting in and out of her expressions. That's what got him. Her sensuality. 

He smiled at the realization. He knew it was there inside her. Hidden, deep behind all of those other feelings and emotions, was a burning sensuality. That's why he found her so attractive. He could sense it in her before he could realize or understand it. 

Mark continued on into the night. He wasn't really hungry and not in much of a hurry to get home. "For what? Watch another lousy movie?" He didn't feel much like going out to a bar either, but rather enjoyed basking in the afterglow of his encounter. 

His mind replayed the events as they occurred. How Paula looked as she stood before him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Mark thought about his first glimpse of her large chest, encased in that ridiculously unattractive bra. He envisioned how it fell off of Paula's tits when she reached behind and unclasped the hooks. "God, those tits are soooo big and round." His cock stiffened more. 

He remembered how she lifted her skirt, the sight of her ass in those panties. He remembered spanking her and how much it aroused her. And how much it aroused him. His mind drifted. He loved the feeling of control. That's it, control. Not really about causing her any pain but more about being in control. He loved it that Paula did what he told her to do, not because she wanted to but because she had to. 

It was not just the control over her, but the power that came with it. That's what was so fucking hot. He made her do things she had never done with another man. Her reactions told him so. She would never do anything like that on her own. She would have to be forced to do those things, against her own free will. She would never spread her pussy like that, not for anyone, or fuck herself like that, suck on her own gorgeous tit like that, in front of anyone, ever. And she certainly would not jack anyone off. Well, not now, now that she is married. There might have been a time or two when she was younger and dating, but certainly not now. Mark smiled as the night got darker.

He thought about Cheryl. He was never like that with her. He had wanted to get a bit more aggressive in their lovemaking. He had suggested tying each other up once or twice, only to be met Cheryl's disapproval. He remembered the time he playfully smacked her ass while fucking her from behind and how mad she got at him. That was the last of any of that kind of goofing around. 

They had tried different positions. They even did some public stuff, but it was all at Cheryl's initiation. Mark tried to be the 'perfect' man for her. Not trying to be someone else other than himself but rather trying to put her wants first. The whole "on-a-pedestal" thing. 

Maybe that's where he fucked up. He gave her what she said she wanted. "Obviously, it wasn't what she wanted otherwise she wouldn't have been fucking someone else" he thought. He should have given her what she needed, "but what the hell was that?" 

Mark thought back to Paula and what she had done in front of him. The memory of her as she lifted her skirt, crying, as she slid her finger into her pussy, burned in his brain. He saw how her eyes could not suppress her desire as her orgasm built. He saw her explode in front of him. How she came all over the file in his briefcase. 

Mark thought, "That's what she needs." Don't hide that passion and sensuality but get all of that out of her. Mark decided that was exactly what he was going to do. His weekend was beginning to look better already and he couldn't wait for Monday morning. He sped off into the night, with no real destination in mind.

*************************************************************************** Paula's weekend was anything but enjoyable. She was late for dinner on Friday, but George hadn't really paid much attention. He was busy watching some rerun on TV. Emily, her 18 year old daughter, was out with her friends enjoying her last summer before college. Sixteen year old Paul had been busy working his summer job, nights and weekends at a local pizza parlor. "So much for dinner with the family" she thought. 

Paula had taken a long shower, trying to wash away her shame and humiliation from her encounter with her boss. She almost rubbed her breasts raw with that washcloth, trying to wash all of his semen from her nipples and cleavage. She took her necklace off and washed it, in case any semen had touched her cross, again and again, in the sink with jewelry cleaner. Paula and George spoke very little that night. She tried to avoid him, busily doing the chores that were left undone during the week when she was working. 

Saturday morning, George woke up with his usual erection. After a quick kiss with his morning breath, he pushed up her nightgown and unceremoniously rolled on top of her. Paula felt him enter her and after a few minutes she began to feel the lubrication building. George thought he was being a good lover for her, as he always held out as long as he could. 

However, every time Paula started to feel her orgasm build, she pictured her boss staring at her, watching her do those dirty things, and the feeling passed. George finally could hold out no further. He came, filling her with his sperm, and lay down on her chest as she wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his neck as he rolled off of her onto his back. They lay there for a moment, saying nothing until he spoke, "I'm going to take a shower." 

Paula spent the rest of the weekend avoiding him and the kids. However, she could not avoid the memory of that orgasm. That orgasm with that man. The orgasm unlike any she had had in her life. More intense than any orgasm she had with George. Paula prayed for God's help. She prayed a lot, almost all of the time in fact. 

It was during church on Sunday morning when she determined she would quit her job. She would take any job she could find, but there was no way she was going back to work with that man. "I'm getting my life back" she thought. 

True to her word, she called up the office Monday morning at 8:01 and told the receptionist Amy that she was quitting. Paula asked her if she would please let everyone know and wished her good luck as she said goodbye. "It'll be tight money-wise for a while but we'll make it" she said to herself. 

She dressed as she typically had dressed for work in a conservative blouse and skirt. She put her cell phone in her purse, got in her car and left for the local temporary employment agency. She spent the morning filling out forms and paperwork in the hopes that work would quickly come her way. She left the employment office shortly after lunch. Feeling hungry, she stopped at a local diner for a quick bite to eat. 

Paula, for the first time in a long time, felt relaxed. The stress she had been carrying all weekend seemed to have been washed away and she thought, "I'm going to make it." She thought that, over time, she would be able to get past this and her relationship with George could get back to where it was. 

No, not where it was, but better. She knew what she had with him and would do anything to protect their love. She finished her lunch and took the check to the cashier. Putting her wallet back in her purse, she noticed that she had a text message on her phone. Paula did not recognize the number as she opened it; 'If you are not in my office by 4:00 PM today, the police will be at your door before dinner.' In shock, Paula walked outside, opened her car door and sat down inside. 

Minutes passed as she sat there, staring ahead. The hope she had felt just a few moments ago was replaced by inevitable doom and dread. The familiar feeling of surrender was coming over Paula and she was at a loss on how to prevent it. Her mind began to race again. "What can I do? I can't go through this again. Please God. Help me." All of those thoughts and more bombarded her in an endless stream of consciousness. 

Paula started up her car and drove around, thinking, planning what she should do. All the while, time was ticking on. Soon it was 3:45 and she found herself in the parking lot of her employer. Much like a sleep walker, she moved through the lobby and entered the office lost in a haze. She cringed as she asked Amy, "Please ask Mr. Sawyer if I may see him." 

As she walked towards his office door, she heard a smiling Amy say to her "Welcome back Paula." Paula found herself standing in Mark's office. 

Mark sat in his chair, blinds semi-closed, staring at Paula as she entered his office. No, not staring, but glaring at her. He just sat in his chair not speaking as she stood inside his office door. Moments seemed like lifetimes. 

Paula's mind began to race again with thoughts about their last meeting and all of the fear, anxiety and intensity that came with it. Slowly, she began to focus, almost willing herself to regain control. She closed the door behind her and softly spoke. "Please, let me be." She looked at him, her eyes searching for a glimmer of compassion. 

She found none in Mark's glare. In a low, calm, forceful voice, Mark replied, "You don't listen very well, do you?" Paula stood in the doorway, afraid to move from the safety of the only exit, her feet seemingly frozen in place. 

"Did you really think this would just end with you quitting? You owe me and I own you now. You will leave when I tell to. Until then, don't even think about it. You know, I have no regret about turning you over to the police. So don't ever pull another fucking stunt like this again. Do you understand me?" 

Paula stared at the carpet in front of here, her eyes following the flowing pattern and slowly nodded her head. Without raising her head, she quietly pleaded, "Please leave me alone. I promise, I won't say anything to anyone and I'll put the money back. But please, don't make me do any of those things again. Don't make me do that again. I love my husband. "

Sternly, Mark replied, "Who said anything about love? I don't give a shit who you love. You took something and now you have to pay. And you'll keep paying until I say we're even. Understand?"

Paula started to cry, "Please don't. I don't want to. I hate you for doing this to me. Leave me alone and we can just work together. But don't make me do those dirty things anymore."

Mark felt a small, devilish smile cross his lips. "Your head and your heart say no now, but your pussy said yes then."

She cringed at his words, not replying and trying not to show any reaction.

"You will never admit it to me, but you loved it. Your body loved the way you showed yourself to me. The way you acted. How wet you got from fucking yourself. You came harder than anytime in your life. You'll never admit it, but I know it's true. Acting like a slut, it made you so hot. You came all over my desk. I can still smell your pussy juices when I sit here. And I know how you loved to feel my cock exploding in your hand."

More tears as she said, "No. It's not true. I hate you for blackmailing me. You disgust me and I pray that God forgives you for what you have done."

Smiling, he replied, "God brought us together. I'm here to help you, help you bring out what you've kept buried inside you your whole life. I didn't make you do anything. I just made you finally accept who you really are inside. I allowed you to be that slut you keep bottled up deep inside of you. Begging to be let out and used. Your pussy knows I'm right even if you won't admit it to me."

Paula's mind raced. "That son of a bitch. How can he say these things to me? Treating me like this," she thought. 

Through her tears, a strange sense of calm captured Paula. As much as she hated it and didn't want to face it, Paula had to admit to herself there was just a slight bit of truth in what he said. She never had an orgasm like that in her life. It felt so good, the kind of climax that she read about in those romance novels. Looking up at Mark, she said nothing. "The bastard is just grinning at me" she thought.

His eyes moved slowly over her body, down to her chest. "Your nipples are hard slut. I bet your pussy is getting wet too. Isn't it?"

Paula looked down and, indeed, her nipples poked out through, clearly visible even through her blouse and brassier. She could feel it building again, the slow rolling, rumbling deep within her sex. Her body was betraying her yet again. "No. Not again" she thought. "Please God. Help me" she silently prayed. She shook her head hard as she stared back down at the floor.

Mark laughed slightly, "You can tell me anything you want, but your pussy and I know the truth."

"No. Please, don't talk to me like that. I'm a good, respectable woman. Please, leave me alone" she pleaded.

Ignoring her, Mark said "Come over here, away from that door." Paula stood there for a long time and then slowly, soooo slowly, began to cross the room towards him. She found herself standing in front of his desk. He swiveled in his chair to the side and said "here." 

Tears welled in her eyes behind her thin framed glasses yet again as she moved around his desk, hands held together in front of her, her eyes fixed to the carpet as she walked. She stood in front of him as he sat in his chair.

"Lift up your skirt and show me your panties. Let's just see how wet your pussy is." The tears began to roll down her cheeks, her glasses sliding just a bit down her nose as Paula found herself reaching down and lifting her skirt up to her waist. She looked away, holding her skirt there for him. 

Mark leaned forward, his face only inches away from her panties. "Wal-mart" he thought again as he eyed the fabric. He could feel the heat radiating from her. He could also see a small wet spot. Looking up to her face he said, "I knew your pussy couldn't lie to me. You're getting wetter by the second."




Sins of a Sinner Ch. 02



Shock crossed Paula's face. Mark let out a small puff of air, blowing it at her vagina. She could feel the coolness of his breath as it crossed the moistened fabric. Humiliated, Paula began sobbing harder. "Tuck your skirt into the waistband." She could feel herself responding to his commands almost unconsciously. 

It seemed to Paula that she had no control, that something else was in charge of her actions. Was it a demon? Paula had no will to fight against him, be it Mark or the devil. "Or were they the same?" she thought. 

Mark looked up at Paula and saw the humiliation and resignation in her face. "Pull your panties aside" he ordered. He sat and watched as Paula's hand moved between her legs, as her fingers slowly slipped inside the leg band and pulled the material to the left. He could see her pussy, the swollen lips, the small moisture on them, and her pubic hair. 

"I told you to shave your pussy for me, didn't I slut?" With that, he slapped her ass hard through her skirt and panties. 

A tearful "Yes sir. I'm sorry" was her reply. 

"You'll shave your pussy for me tonight. This is the last time I'm going to tell you. Do you understand slut?" She nodded her head as she looked away.

"Lick your finger." Paula raised the middle finger on her left hand to her mouth. She started slowly licking the tip of her finger, her tongue lightly flicking up and down the sides and tip. 

"Suck it. Put it in your mouth." He watched as she put her finger in her mouth, as her lips wrapped around her finger. "That's it slut. Get it nice and wet." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sucked and licked her finger. 

"Put it in your pussy slut." He sat and watched as she spread her legs a bit. Sat and watched as Paula's wet finger slipped between her swollen lips and pushed inside. "That's it slut. Fuck yourself like you know you want to." 

She slowly began to slide her finger in and out, holding her panties aside with one hand, while she worked her pussy with the other. Mark saw her thighs began to quiver as she continued sliding her finger deeper and deeper in her pussy. Looking up, he saw Paula's face, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, as a small moan escaped. 

"Mmmmmm, that's it slut. Fuck that pussy for me. Use two fingers." Without hesitation, Paula slipped her middle finger next to the other and began sliding them in and out. He stared as her fingers curled up, up against the underside of her pubic bone, instinctively seeking her g-spot. Her fingers glistened with the moisture from her pussy. Paula started to pump her hips slightly, meeting the movement of her fingers. 

Only inches from his face, Mark watched as Paula fucked herself. He could see her lips stretched around her fingers as they slid in and out. She began to hump her hand, bending and straightening her knees with each thrust, bouncing up and down as she fucked herself. He could see her nipples, harder still through her blouse and bra. 

And he could see the red bud of her clit as she rode her fingers. He saw it rise and fall, pushing out from the folds of her pussy lips. Paula began to moan louder and louder, her orgasm building, coming faster. 

Mark reached out and swiped his finger across her clit as Paula's fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Her body jumped at the contact. He slowly rubbed her clit with his finger and her moans became deeper and quicker. Mark massaged her clit with his fingers as Paula continued to ride hers.

"Come for me slut" as he rolled her clit between his fingers. Paula's orgasm shot through her body. Juices flowed out of her pussy, drenching her hand. Wave after wave, spasm after spasm, Paula's wetness poured from her pussy as she came. Her knees buckled slightly and she quickly regained her balance. 

Paula slowly opened her eyes, only to see Mark staring up into them through her wire rimmed glasses. She watched as he took his finger, brushed it against her dripping wetness, put it in his mouth and tasted her juices. 

"Mmmmm." Mark sat back in his chair, his eyes locked on Paula's, as he sucked his finger clean. 

"Your pussy tastes soooo good slut." His words seemed to shock her back to reality. She quickly let go of the leg band of her panties and pulled her skirt from the waist. The moisture from her fingers, the reminder of her orgasm, brushed and dried against the dark material of her skirt. 

Mark slowly removed his finger from his mouth and said "Tomorrow morning at 8:01, I'm going to ring your desk phone. If you do not answer it, I'll hang up, call the police and be done with you. When you do answer it, I'll tell you to come into my office and show me. If you don't lift your skirt and show me your shaved pussy, I'll pick up the phone, call the police and be done with you. Do you understand?" 

Paula looked at the floor and nodded her head. "Good. Now, go home and close the door on your way out." Mark watched as Paula, head lowered, picked up her purse and closed his door behind her. He looked at his finger again and raised it to his lips, tasting the last of Paula's orgasm. 

"Mmmmm."



Sins of a Sinner Ch. 03



This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.

*

Paula didn't sleep much that night, a myriad of thoughts and emotions swirling inside her. She tossed and turned all night. "Poor George probably got no sleep either" she thought as she made breakfast. Poor George indeed! Paula felt such shame and regret for what she had done to him. 

She also worried about how much more shame and humiliation Mark had in store for him. She thought about last night, about how she locked the bathroom door, took off her panties and shaved everything down there as Mark had commanded. It took her some time, as she was not used to shaving in that delicate area and when she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face reddened as she saw her exposed slit staring obscenely back at her. 

She quickly took her shower and felt a strange sensation as the warm water flowed over her now bald sex. The soft cottony material of her panties sliding across her skin felt strange as well. Her husband hadn't noticed as they dressed for bed. He kissed her goodnight and cradled her head to his shoulder and chest, as he had every night since their wedding 24 years ago. Poor George had no idea of what was going on inside her panties as he slept.

Paula quickly dressed for work that morning, wearing her usual conservative dark, mid-calf length skirt, yellow cotton blouse and low heeled shoes. She nervously drove toward her office, her mind racing at the thoughts and possibilities of what was in store for her today. She prayed as she drove, "Please God. Don't let him do those things to me today. Please don't make go through any of this again. Please forgive me. I'm sorry I've sinned against you. Please forgive me. Please don't let me do what he tells me to do today. Please God. Save me." 

Her car pulled into the parking lot and she looked at her watch, 7:55. Paula quickly walked inside, not making eye contact but only saying hello to Donna and Amy as she moved to her cubicle. From there, she could see Mark's office door was closed. She cringed when her phone rang and she looked at the clock on the wall over her desk, 8:01. It rang again, a third time, then another before Paula picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Come to my office and show me" was all his voice said as he hung up on her. Paula slowly rose from her desk and, with her head down, walked towards Mark's office. She knocked on his door and entered. Turning around to close the door, Paula stood there for a moment, back towards his desk, staring at the familiar carpet. Taking one last deep breath, she turned to face him. Saying nothing, she slowly walked forward, stopping just in front of his desk. 

Without looking up saying anything, Paula reached down and lifted her skirt up to her waist. She stood there for what seemed like an eternity, and then looked up at him. He sat there, looking at her, saying nothing until finally, "It's hard to see through those panties. Take them off." 

Looking back down, Paula released the hem of her dress and reached for the waistband of her panties, lowering them and the dress as well. She pushed them to her ankles, slowly stepping out of them one leg at a time. Slowly, embarrassed and ashamed, Paula reached back down and lifted her dress above her waist. She could feel the air conditioned coolness on her freshly shaved sex. She was humiliated, standing there like that, being 'inspected' by this pig. For a long time, neither one spoke. 

Finally, Mark said "Your pussy looks really pretty today. Nice, thick, full lips. Give me your panties." Paula quickly looked at Mark, shocked and disgusted by his words, and dismayed at his latest command. 

"Give you my panties? What am I supposed to wear today? I can't walk around without any panties today. That's so cheap and vulgar."

Mark looked up at Paula from behind his desk. "I said, give me your panties. You can come back here at 5:00, at quitting time, to get them back. But today, you'll work without them. Only you and I will know that you're naked under that skirt. Your pussy looks so soft and smooth. It would be a shame to cover it up." He reached his hand out towards Paula and motioned for her to give them to him. 

"Come on. I don't have all day." Paula cringed again as she placed the still warm panties in his hand. Mark looked down at them, smiled, and slowly began to open and examine them. With disgust and repulsion, Paula looked away. Silently, she vowed to never wear those panties again. 

Mark smirked and said, "Get back to work." He watched as she shuffled towards his office door.

Paula slowly walked back to her desk, her head held low again and trying hard not to cry. She felt very strange without panties. She was sure everyone in the office was watching her as she walked, sure that everyone could tell what was going on beneath her skirt. She could feel her face reddening with each step. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and, to Paula's surprise, arousal. The movement of her thighs, combined with the swaying of the material from her skirt against her hairless vagina and naked bottom, felt good to Paula. She sat down at her desk and tried to focus on her computer screen. 

As the day went by, co-workers stopped at her cubicle to welcome her back. Everyone it seemed. Paula had always been well-liked at work and she called some of them her best friends. Friends like Donna and Amy. Amy, the office receptionist, stopped by her cube and chatted with her during her break. Of course, the big question was why she quit yesterday. Paula told Amy she just had a bad weekend and was frustrated. "Good thing Mark called you yesterday. I knew he could talk you into coming back. He really is a good guy. Cute too!" 

Paula tried not to flinch too noticeably at Amy's words. If she only knew what the bastard was doing to her. The dirty things he made her do. How could she think he was cute and a good guy? 'That filthy pig!' Paula thought to herself. 

Of course, Amy was young, 27 to be exact. And, to be honest, Mark was good looking by anyone's standard. Tall, athletic, dark hair, blue eyes and those dimples that all the women in the office seemed to be whispering about. 'If she only knew what a degenerate he was. Pervert,' Paula thought as Amy returned to her desk. 

She tried to focus on her job yet her mind wandered again. Paula kept going over and over the events of the past few days. 'Why was he doing this to me?' she asked. Sure, he had caught her and blackmailed her to make her do those obscene things. 

She looked at Amy, as cute as she was in her short skirt and high heels. 'Why wouldn't he just hit on her instead? She's much cuter than me. An old, married, mother of 2 - why me?' she thought. Strangely, Paula felt flattered by his attention. Sure he was a pig, a filthy, disgusting pervert. Yet he pursued her. He could have any woman he wanted. Well, just about any woman. 

It was then that Paula noticed she was gently squeezing her thighs together, and that it felt good. She felt a tingle in her vagina as well as moisture building. Alarmed, Paula silently prayed, "Please God. Help me through this day. Save me from that demon."

Paula never realized just how truly long 9 hours could be or how many emotions she could feel in that time. Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, resentment, disgust and repulsion mixed to interrupt Paula throughout the day as she tried to focus her energies on her accounts. 

However, each emotion she experienced eventually led her back to the most alarming one -- arousal. Paula was aroused all day. Her thighs were a bit sore from the frequency she had been squeezing them together. Her skirt brushed her shaved vagina and bare bottom cheeks each and every time she moved. She could feel an occasional rush of cool air up between her thighs. Worst of all, her vagina was staying moist. 

As 5:00 approached, Paula again prayed, 'Please God. Save me. Save me from that devil. And myself. Please God. Help me.' Paula could not stomach leaving her panties with that man. She may never wear them again, but she could not leave them with him, as some sort of twisted 'trophy.' She rose from her desk and walked toward Mark's office. As the minute hand swept past 12 and the hour hand touched 5, Paula knocked on the door.

"Come in." Paula closed the door behind her as she entered his office. 

Mark sat behind his desk as he always had, head against the backrest, his hands folded in front of him with his elbows on the arms of his leather chair. He stared at her for a long time. 'She just oozes sensuality,' he thought to himself as his eyes moved over her body. Paula's vulnerability and insecurity intensified his feeling of power over her. Mark's cock began to swell inside his boxers as before.

She could feel his stare burning over her. She could also feel her body beginning to betray her once again. Her nipples stiffened and her vagina began to moisten. Her cheeks reddened, flushed with arousal and humiliation. She stared again at her friend, the carpet. "Yes?" was his only reply. 

'Oh my God!' she thought. 'Please don't make me ask.' Neither one spoke for some time. 

"Well, what is it? I'm very busy."

Paula swallowed nervously. "Mr. Sawyer? It is 5:00. Please, can I have my panties back?" Shame, embarrassment and humiliation washed over her. Blushing, her eyes burned into the floor as she begged them not to weep.

"What panties are you talking about? I don't remember any panties. Describe them for me," was his reply. Paula stood before Mark, staring at him from behind her wire rimmed glasses as he sat there, smirking at her. 

Her mind raced, 'That miserable son of a bitch. He's going to make me describe my own panties to him.' Wave after wave of shame, degradation and humiliation washed over her. Slowly, almost methodically, Paula could feel her will beginning to crumble. 

Her mind began to search for words, but before she could speak, Mark asked "Do your panties match your bra?" Paula looked down again, staring at the floor through her wire rimmed glasses, and slowly nodded her head. 

"Well then, show me your bra so I can identify your panties. Take off your blouse."

Paula felt her eyes tearing up again. With almost no hesitation, only with resignation to the inevitable, Paula began to unbutton her blouse. First one, then another, then another, and another until finally the last button opened. Paula looked up at Mark as he leered at her. 

He scratched his chin, "No. I still can't tell. Take off your blouse for me." She pulled her blouse from her skirt and slid it off of her shoulders, throwing it on the chair as before. Paula did not even try to cover her breasts. She just looked away, waiting for his next words. 

"No, no, I still can't tell. Better take your bra off and give it to me," were Mark's only words. He held his hand out, just as he had when she gave him her panties before. Paula reached behind and unclasped her bra, the weight of her breasts seemed to push the undergarment from her body. She slipped her brassier off and handed it to Mark. 

Mark took Paula's bra in his hands and stared at it for a moment. His finger slid inside the large round cups, tracing the seam beneath each nipple. He raised it to his face and rubbed the material across his cheek. "Still warm from your big tits" he said to Paula. She only cringed at his words, refusing to look up at him. She could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen in the cool air of his office. 

"I think your tits like me. Especially those big, thick nipples. They always get so hard for me. Lift your tits up for me. Hold them together." Mark watched as Paula took one large tit in each hand and held them out towards him, lifting them up and together as he had ordered. His cock began to stiffen as he watched her. Paula's cleavage was deep and full as she continued looking down at the carpet, her glasses balancing on the end of her nose. 

"Play with your tits for me." Paula could feel herself responding to his words. Her fingers gently and softly began to caress her round, full breasts. The skin soooo soft and smooth. She watched as her fingers moved towards her obscenely stiff nipple. She could feel her fingers slowly rolling her it, tugging, pulling it harder. The more she manipulated her breast the wetter she became. Paula began to tingle between her legs as she switched from nipple to nipple, massaging, squeezing, pinching and pulling each one harder and harder. 

Mark watched as Paula played with her nipples and saw as her lips part slightly. He heard the small, almost inaudible moan as she gently tugged. His cock grew harder and harder in his pants. "Suck on your tits for me." He watched as Paula lifted a large breast to her lips. He watched as she placed the nipple near her mouth, her tongue slip between her parted lips and reach out for it. He saw her tongue gently lick her nipple, slowly working a small circle around the tip. 

Paula's knees almost buckled but she quickly righted herself and continued licking. "I said suck it." Paula opened her mouth and lowered it towards her warm flesh. She sucked the whole nipple into her mouth. Sucking and licking her nipple, Paula let out a small moan into her flesh. Mark watched as Paula licked and sucked her tit. First one, then the other, back and forth. Paula closed her eyes as she greedily licked and sucked her tits. He could see her legs beginning to shake beneath her skirt. 

"I bet your shaved pussy is soaked for me, isn't it slut?" Paula pulled her head up from her nipple, mouth still open, glasses askew and simply nodded at Mark. 

"Come here and show me." Paula lowered her breasts and tried to steady herself as she moved around his desk. Mark put his hands on Paula's hips and guided her to sit on his desktop. 

"Lift your skirt for me." Paula stared at Mark through her wire rimmed glasses as she lifted the hem of her skirt up around her waist. 

"Spread your legs for me slut." Mark stared at her vagina as Paula followed his commands. He could see the moisture between her legs, Paula's arousal as her pussy lips swelled before him. 

He looked up at her as she stared down at him, her mouth slightly open, skin flush, nipples hard. 'My God, she's a fucking vision,' he thought. His eyes moved slowly back down her body to between her legs. 

"Spread your pussy for me." He watched as her fingers pulled her lips apart. Her wetness even more evident as Paula spread her pussy lips wide, revealing her tender, pink opening. The bud of her clit peeking out from beneath the folds of her hood, she stared at him while his eyes devoured her sex. 

'My God, this is so dirty. But I'm so fucking turned on,' she thought. 

"Your pussy looks so fucking good slut. Let's see how it tastes," and, before Paula could respond, Mark leaned in and slowly licked up between her outstretched pussy lips and along her opening. 

Paula moaned loudly when his tongue touched her, sending shocks through her body. No one, not even George, had ever done this to her. It was sooooo dirty and perverted. But with each movement of Mark's tongue, Paula got more and more aroused. She could feel the moisture dripping, almost running from her vagina. She looked down as Mark's mouth sucked first one, then another lip into his mouth. 

"Mmmmm" , he hummed on her pussy. He softly and gently pulled on her with his mouth, and then slipped his tongue in between her extended lips. Each time, licking up, his tongue would flick at her clitoris. 

Slowly, he began to lick deeper and deeper, his tongue probing her, licking all around, until finally he slipped his tongue inside her. He slowly licked in and out, fucking her with his tongue. Her hips began to move with him. 

He looked up at her, lifted his mouth and said "Lift your legs up and hold them wide apart for me." Paula lifted her feet up off the carpet and, grabbing each ankle, spread them wide. 

'This is so dirty and degrading,' she thought until Mark, looking into her eyes, licked his finger and slipped it inside her vagina. Slowly, he slid his finger in and out, curling his finger up, stroking her g-spot as she had done for him just yesterday. 

Paula moaned loader and loader with each brush of his fingertip. He felt her squeeze his fingers, her pussy milking him, the juices running down in between her ass cheeks. Mark's cock was hard as he slipped a second finger inside Paula. Her eyes widened as she felt him, staring at him as he slowly manipulated her. She could feel the climax growing inside of her.

Mark watched as Paula rocked her hips to the rhythm of his hand, her legs beginning to shake as she held onto her ankles for dear life. Looking into her eyes, he lowered his mouth to her clit. Saying nothing, he gently sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue licking small, quick circles over and around her clit as his lips gently sucked in and out on her. 

She looked down, watching, feeling what Mark was doing to her. How obscene she looked as her orgasm built and grew closer. Each curl of his fingers, flick of his tongue and milking from his lips brought more and more. Paula's eyes rolled as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. 

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as her hips bucked against his hand and mouth, the juices flowing from her vagina as it spasmed with each contraction of her orgasm. He kept licking, sucking and stroking and each wave crashed harder and harder. She seemed to lose all senses as she squirted, her vagina pumping fluid onto Mark's hand, chin and mouth. 

Mark lost count of the number of orgasms, 6, 7, who knows. As Paula slowly regained her senses, Mark lifted his mouth back off of her and slowly slipped his fingers from her vagina. Paula stared as her moisture, the evidence of her arousal and orgasm, glistened on Mark's hand and face. 

He sat back in his chair as she lowered her legs. The muscles in her calf's and thigh's ached almost as much as his cock. Paula looked down and saw the obscene bulge and outline in his pants. 

"Get on your knees and take care of my cock." Paula slowly and gingerly moved off of Mark's desk, her legs still uneasy and shaky, and crumbled to her knees between his outstretched legs. He watched as her hand moved for his belt, pulling and unbuckling it. He watched her slender fingers undo the button of his pants and slide down his zipper. 

Her hands tugged at the waistband of his pants and boxers. Mark kicked off his shoes and lifted his hips, allowing Paula to slide his pants down. His cock sprang free, bouncing and waving at her as she pulled both articles of clothing off of him. 

She knelt there between his legs, staring at Mark's large, hard, throbbing cock as it stood and pointed up towards the ceiling. She looked at the tip, at the drop of moisture as it oozed from the tiny hole, then down the shaft. Each inch seemed to take forever. Paula stared at his cock, almost transfixed by its thickness. 

Her eyes lowered still down, down to his big, round, full testicles. His was the only penis that she had seen this up close. Her husband George was the only lover she had ever had, and their lovemaking was always in the dark. She rarely if ever touched him down there. 

She slowly reached out with her left hand but quickly switched to her right, remembering her wedding ring. She could feel the heat radiating from his crotch across her chest. Mark saw her reaction, the way it registered in her eyes behind those thin, wire rimmed glasses. 

"Go on. Stroke my cock slut." He watched as Paula's slender, delicate right hand wrapped around his cock. 

'It's so thick,' she thought as she slowly moved her hand down the shaft and back up again. 

Mark watched her for a stroke or two, maybe three before saying "Lick it." Paula looked up at him, shocked by his latest command. 




Sins of a Sinner Ch. 03



"What??? But, but, I've, ugh, never done that before. I don't do that." He could see the alarm in her eyes behind those thin frames, her cheeks flushed as her hand involuntarily squeezed his cock. 

'Like a caged cat,' he thought to himself. "I said, lick it. Don't make me say it again." 

Paula looked at Mark's cock through her glasses, still firmly gripped in her hand at the base. Repulsed, nervous and afraid, Paula slowly opened her mouth. She stuck just the tip of her tongue out as she leaned forward, closer, closer still, toward the thick head of his cock. A small grimace passed across her face a she leaned even closer, closing her eyes, as her tongue touched his cock. She pulled back quickly. 

"Lick it I said!" She leaned in again, this time licking across the head as moisture from his cock met her tongue. Mark watched as Paula begrudgingly licked once, twice, a third and then a fourth time at his cock. 

"Lick it like an ice cream cone." She looked up into his eyes and then back at his penis. She slowly licked up the shaft to the head. 

"Mmmmm, that's it slut. Just like that." Paula slowly licked up one side and down another side of his shaft. Mark's cock stiffened as he felt the softness of her tongue pressed against the stiffness of his cock. She held it at the base as she continued licking up and down. 

"Open your mouth and suck on my cock." he ordered. Paula looked up at Mark, his cock firmly in her grasp. 

She pleaded "Please don't. Please don't make me suck your cock." She cringed as she realized what she had said, using his vulgar language, talking like the slut he had called her. 

"Please, no. Not that. I've never done that before. I'm not like that. It's so disgusting. Please, don't make me." 

"I said, open your mouth and suck my cock slut. It's about time you learned. And no teeth!" 

Paula again looked down at his cock, so thick and swollen. She began to cry as she lowered her head and opened her mouth, all the time watching his cock throb. She felt the tip touch her lip and she opened her mouth wider, lowering her head still. The heat from his cock filled her mouth as she took all of the head inside. She closed her lips, wrapping them around his shaft as she took a deep breath through her nose. Slowly, she sucked in a bit. Her mouth began to salivate as she sucked in and released. 

"Move your mouth up and down as you suck my cock." 

Paula followed Mark's instructions, learning how to suck his cock. The taste was not as bad as she had feared. Up and down she bobbed with Mark's cock stiffening in her mouth. Her hand instinctively moved with her head and soon she could her Mark groan his approval. More pre cum from the tip oozed onto her tongue. 

"Mmmm" she moaned onto his big dick.

Mark watched as Paula sucked cock for the first time. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, stretching as she moved up and down, sucking and licking the head. 'My God, she's incredible,' he thought. Soon he could feel his balls begin to tighten. 

Mark wanted to prolong this as long as he could. He grabbed Paula by the hair, pulling her up off of his cock. She looked up at him, startled. 'Not good?' she thought to herself, but before she could say anything Mark blurted out "You're a natural born cocksucker slut. But I want you to jerk me off with those magnificent big tits." Paula looked at him, puzzled. 

'What?' she thought. 'How?'

As if he could read her mind, Mark said "Put my cock between your big tits. Press them together with your hands and move them up and down along my cock, slut." 

Another pang of shame shot through her, but only briefly. She dropped his cock and placed both hands on her breasts. Moving forward, she slipped one on each side of his cock and pressed them together. Slowly, she began to move up and down, her body rising and falling. 

Mark lay back and watched Paula's tits devour his cock, the large mounds of flesh enveloping him. He stared as the head of his cock appeared and disappeared between her full cleavage. He felt the warmth of her tits against his cock. 

He felt the sensation of his balls pushing up against Paula's incredible tits as she lowered down and the head of his cock sinking deeper and deeper in her soft flesh as she bounced up. Her small gold cross rose and fell with each appearance of his cock. 

Up and down, up and down, the sight and the sensation becoming too much for Mark to bear. His balls tightened as Paula looked down at his disappearing cock, her glasses barely held on by the thin frames, and her nipples peaking through her spread fingers as she held her glorious tits tightly. 

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

His cock spasmed between her tits, a thick stream of cum escaping as Mark's cock poked from Paula's full cleavage and exploded up toward her face. Landing on her hair, glasses and cheek, Paula was again taken aback by the warmth of his cum. But she did not stop milking his cock. Another and another and another and another stream of cum, exploding between her breasts, filling her cleavage and coating her necklace. 

Mark slowly regained his senses, looking down at Paula. She released his cock from her chest, his cum glistening on the skin of her cleavage, chest and cheek. She looked up at him with more of his cum in her light brown hair and a thick streak across her glasses. A small amount dripped from her glasses and landed on her upper lip. 

They both sat there for a minute, both regaining their senses, coming back from that place where their climaxes brought them to. Mark basked in the glow of his orgasm, and the power her felt over Paula.

Paula kneeled in between Mark's spread legs, his cum all over her chest and face and her cum all over her thighs and ass. All at once, all of those emotions came at her again. Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, resentment, disgust and repulsion, just like earlier today, only this time, no arousal. 

She looked down at herself, his cum between and on her breasts. His cum on her necklace. She could feel it on her cheek and she looked up at him through cum-streaked glasses. Paula said nothing, almost afraid to speak, hoping that what had just happened was really only a dream. 

Mark just lay back there in his chair, his sticky penis beginning to lose its stiffness. She knelt there until his voice shocked her back to reality. 

"Oh yes. Now I remember. These must be your panties," as he reached into his desk drawer and handed them back to her. 

"You're going to need something sexier than these from now on. Or nothing at all. And that includes bras. Get over to Fredrick's and find the slutiest things you can. Bra's, panties, stockings, garters. I want you to start wearing them to work for me. I like the thought of only us knowing the truth. Everyone will see you in your conservative dress, but only we will know what slutty things you're wearing underneath. Kind of like you. All conservative on the outside for your family, friends and coworkers. But only you and I know how much of a slut you really are."

Mark watched as Paula began to cry. Maybe the reality of what he had said to her was finally hitting home. She whimpered and sniffled as she slipped her bra on over her cum covered breasts, dressing quickly, having to get out of there. Anywhere but there. 

She put her clothes on, pulling herself together as quickly as she could, wiping herself with her panties as before. Paula put her soiled underwear in her purse as she left the office and exited the building towards her car. Another long night lay ahead of her.



Sins of a Sinner Ch. 04



This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.

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"What's wrong with you?" George asked Paula as he closed their bedroom door. "You've not been yourself ever since I got home from church. Is everything ok at work? Is it the kids? Me?" George stood across the bed from Paula. She could see the concern and compassion in his face and voice. 

And he was right. She was not acting like the way she once did. Not with her family, not at work and certainly not inside herself. How could she tell him of all of her sins? How could she tell him she had stolen money, gotten caught and was now being blackmailed to do those dirty things? How could she tell the only man she ever loved that she masturbated in front of another man? That she had shown him her breasts and how he had fucked them, cumming in her cleavage. 

How could she tell her husband that another man had ejaculated on her wedding ring as she jacked him off? How could she tell the love of her life that she had licked and sucked that man's cock? And how could she tell George that this blackmailing pervert had made her cum harder or better than he could ever hope to? 

"Nothing's wrong sweetie. I'm really just tired. That new boss has really been going over the books since he got here and I'm just exhausted." Paula looked at George sheepishly, hoping he would buy yet another lie from her. 

He smiled at her, "Ok honey. Maybe I should pay him a visit. He better start treating my girl the way she deserves" he said, raising his fist up to her in a mock threatening tone, all the while smiling at her. 

She smiled back at him as she thought 'He does treat me the way I deserve.' He took her hand as they kneeled to pray before they went to sleep. George held Paula tight as she tossed and turned all night.

The next morning, Paula's mind swirled amid the myriad of emotions that bombarded her; shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion. She thought of her husband in the next room, getting breakfast for her and the kids as she dressed for work. Conservative blouse and skirt over her matching bra and panties. 

Her mind raced as she drove to the office. 'What will this pervert want from me today? Please God. Save me. Help me. I don't want to be what he says I am. Save me from becoming a slut.' 

As Paula pulled into the parking lot, she remembered Mark's last words to her, about wearing 'sluttier' underwear. She cringed, realizing that she had on the same type as she always wore. Dread and fear filled her as she slowly walked into the building and moved to her cubicle. Looking over at the corner of the large space, she saw Mark's office door was open. 

She started to settle in when Amy came over to say hi. She told Paula that Mark had flown back to California for a few days. He had some meetings with the corporate types to go over the sales figures. An intense feeling of relief washed over Paula. For the first time in a while, she was again at peace. She smiled and began working. 

It wasn't until around 11:00 when it occurred to her why Mark had been called back to California. Panic seized her. 'Would he tell on her? Would everyone find out she had stolen that money? What would he say?' Her mind began to swirl. And swirl.

Meanwhile, Mark had his own problems. How would he handle it when they inevitably would ask how his turnaround of the Indiana office was progressing? He really thought he would have more time before anyone would start asking questions. He hadn't really put much thought into how this would all end with Paula. 

Mark had every intention of turning her in at the beginning, once he found those discrepancies in her accounts. He was being careful before accusing Paula but after he got in deeper, he found himself becoming attracted to her. It had started out as just a bit of fun. Maybe he was subconsciously taking out his bitterness over Cheryl on Paula. Who knows? That was for some therapist at $250 an hour to figure out. 

However, he was conscious of how he was beginning to feel. He absolutely loved the feeling of power he had over Paula. He loved that this woman was doing things for him and to him that she was absolutely repulsed by and it turned him on like he never could have imagined. An older woman at that! 

A woman who would never, not on her own volition, ever consider what she had done for him. Mark was sure that she had never sucked a cock before, never masturbated in front of a man, never shaved her pussy, and never titty fucked anyone, ever. She would never let any man lick her pussy, suck on her clit or tongue fuck her like he had. She had never had cum in her hair or between her magnificent tits or on her cheek or glasses. And he was willing to bet she had never had cum in the places he was hoping to fill when he got back to Poh-dunk, Indiana. 

Mark smiled as he thought of her. He wasn't a sadist. He didn't want to cause her pain, but he loved to see her conflicted and humiliated. The power he felt when she would finally surrender to him was overwhelming and he loved bringing out those suppressed desires he knew she had within herself. Was he a sadist? Maybe he was into inflicting emotional pain more than physical pain. He knew he loved the power of it all. 

'How would this all end?' he pondered. His divorce from Cheryl had hit him hard and completely out of the blue. For a long time he felt empty inside. Dead in fact. He felt nothing, no emotions at all. The pain had only made him numb inside. 

But Paula made him finally feel alive. She made his cock feel alive. But not love. Certainly not love. Hell, he really didn't know much about her other than the few facts he discovered during his investigation. Paula had a sensuality and a sexuality about her that was difficult to expose but once it was revealed to him, Mark found himself addicted to her. 

Mark thought that this is how the astronauts must have felt. He was the first one to be somewhere that no one else had been. An explorer. He laughed at himself. 

He would stall those bosses in California for a while longer, then he'd figure out how to improve the bottom line. Maybe he'd even have to sacrifice Paula. 'I'll have to give this some thought' he said to himself as he stepped off of the plane. Anyway, he'd be back in Indiana bright and early on Friday.

Paula's tension eased as the week wore on. If Mark was going to turn her in, he would have done so already she told herself. On Friday morning, Paula walked into the office relaxed, said hello to her friends Donna and Amy, and sat down in her cubicle. She saw Mark's office door was closed. A momentary wave of terror hit her when her intercom rang. 

"Ms. Thornton, I need to see you in my office. Bring your accounts." 

Amy giggled, "I'll bet I know what he wants to see in his office. Lucky girl. But you've already got a great man. Could you put in a good word for me? Please? I'll owe you big time." 

Amy giggled as Paula stood up from her desk, grabbed some files and staunchly walked towards his office door. Knocking, she heard him say, "Come in."

Paula closed the door behind her as she stepped into Mark's office. Instinctively, she clutched the files in her hands to her chest as she looked down at the carpet. She stood there quietly as Marked stared at her. 

The familiar conservative blouse and skirt combination. Mark's eyes slowly moved over Paula as she felt the overwhelming weight of his stare. She also could feel her vagina making its presence known. Tingling. Awakening. Paula was bombarded again by a flood of emotions and the smoldering rumblings of her arousal.

"Did you miss me slut?" Paula flinched at his vulgar talk, shot him an angry stare and quickly looked back down again. 

However, her nipples began to harden. Seeing that, Mark said "I think so. I hope you followed my orders." 

Paula's mind raced 'Orders? What orders?' It was then she remembered his words: "Get over to Fredrick's and find the sleaziest things you can. Bra's, panties, stockings, garters. I want you to start wearing them to work for me." The words pounded in her head and panic set in. 

'Oh no! This can't be happening. I forgot!' Paula spoke, "I'm, I'm sorry Mr. Sawyer. I couldn't...... I didn't have the time. Please." Her eyes shot up from the floor, begging for compassion. 

Mark angrily replied "That's not my fucking problem. I gave you an order and you disobeyed me." 

Standing up from behind his desk he ordered Paula to step forward. Sheepishly and timidly, she looked down at the floor as she slowly approached him, standing at the side of his desk. 

"Please. I'm sorry. I'll do it today. Please. I'm sorry" was all she could say. 

Mark glared at Paula. "If you don't wear what I told you, you'll wear nothing at all. Take off your bra and panties. NOW!" 

Paula looked up at him, pleading "Please. Don't make me. Not again. Please don't do this. I love my husband. Please don't make me do this again." 

Mark just snarled as he stared at her, saying nothing. The weight of the silence was unbearable for Paula and her will gradually began to crumble. 

Slowly and without looking at him, she put the files down on his desk, bent forward, reached up under her skirt, and slid down her panties. She stepped out of them and handed them to Mark. She stood there, embarrassed, resentful, humiliated, yet aroused, and looked at him. 

"And?" Mark sternly said as he held out his hand, her panties dangling from two fingers before her. 

Paula lowered her gaze again and began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly her fingers worked as her chest and bra came into view. Paula slipped her blouse from her shoulders, put it on the chair in front of the desk, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts dropped slightly, relieved of the support from her brassier. The large round cups seemed to float, free from the weight of her breasts as she handed the garment over to him. 

They both stood there for a moment until Mark said "What are you waiting for? I told you nothing at all. Take off your skirt." 

He stared as Paula reached behind her waist, unhooked and unzipped her skirt. He watched as the material of her skirt caressed her legs as it lowered to the ground. 

Paula squatted down in just her low heeled shoes, picked up her skirt and put it with her blouse on the chair. She stood there in Mark's office, completely naked for the first time in front of a man other than her husband. 

Mark's eyes moved over her body and his cock began to swell. He leered at her, his eyes moving over her breasts, hips, legs and her shaved pussy. Paula's nipples stiffened even more, both from the air conditioning and from the embarrassment of her situation. 

Mark walked around Paula as she lowered her head. She could feel his eyes moving over her body. And she could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning again deep inside her. 

Mark said nothing as he walked over to the door and locked it. Paula suddenly realized that at any moment anyone could have walked into his office and seen her naked like this. The thought both alarmed and excited her, and the sensation in her vagina grew. 

Mark slowly walked back toward his desk and behind Paula. "You really are a piece of ass" he said as his hand slowly moved up her leg to her buttocks. "Your husband has no idea how lucky he is to have such a slut for a wife." His words embarrassed her as she felt his hand squeeze her flesh, massaging, kneading the cheeks of her backside. 

"But he should have taught you to listen better. You don't take orders very well, do you slut?" With that, his hand came down on her bare skin, "SLAP!" Paula inhaled sharply and cried out, startled by his spank. Mark watched as her ass jiggled from his smack. 

"Put your hands on the desk and lean forward. Stick your big ass out for me slut." 

Paula bent forward and saw her reflection in the glass of the picture frame on the opposite wall. She saw how her breasts hung there swaying, nipples hard, with her gold cross dangling in between them. She could see Mark behind her, his eyes riveted to her bottom. 

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" She felt the sting of his hand as he spanked her bare bottom. 

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" The stinging sensation followed by a rush of warmth. Her backside began to burn and the pain grew. 

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!" Mark watched as Paula's ass jiggled with each strike from his hand. Paula whimpered with each smack, her lips parted as she took her punishment for disobedience. 

Slowly, each slap began to hurt less and her whimpers turned to grunts. The pain turned for her as it did before. She could feel the arousal building between her legs. She watched her reflection and saw how hard her nipples had become. Paula watched how her breasts moved with each of his slaps. 

Her grunts were replaced by moans, each one more audible, louder, and she could feel the wetness growing in her vagina. Mark watched as Paula unconsciously began to gyrate her hips, her ass moving to meet each of his slaps. 

"SLAP!" 

"Ooh." 

"SLAP!" 

"Mmmh." 

"SLAP!" 

Mark leaned forward towards Paula and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy is getting soaked, isn't it slut?" 

"SLAP!" 

"Ooh." Paula's mouth opened wider as her moans got louder. 

"You like to make noise, don't you slut?" he asked from behind her.

Paula only response was to moan louder as her juices flowed. Mark reached onto his desk and took her panties in his hand. 

He balled them up, saying "Moan on this" and put them into her mouth. The humiliation of tasting her own panties was too much for Paula. 

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!"

Her orgasm shot through her like a lightning bolt. Paula's cries were muffled by her panties. Her legs quivered as wave after wave of her orgasm coincided with each slap of Mark's hand. She looked up into the reflection and saw her panties stuffed into her drooling mouth, her breasts swaying and came again. 

"Mmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed into her panties. 

Mark stood behind her as she came, her legs spread as she leaned on his desk. Her juices were running down her thigh as her ass reddened from his spanking. His cock hard in his pants, he could take no more. He reached down, undid his pants, and slid down his boxers. His cock sprung free, glistening with his pre-cum and throbbing with his arousal. 

He looked down at Paula's ass and saw the full roundness of each cheek. He put his palms on the bare skin of her ass, warm from his slaps, and spread her cheeks with his fingers. The moisture dripping from her swollen pussy lips made his cock ache even more. Holding her by her ass, Mark moved closer behind her. 

Mark positioned his cock between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Mark looked at the reflection in the picture behind his desk and saw Paula's face. Their eyes met and Mark pushed forward, his cock against her pussy lips. She stared into the reflection of his eyes as he pushed his cock against her, the head spreading her pussy lips, searching for her opening. Still holding her ass cheeks apart, Mark pulled Paula back onto his cock. 

Paula could feel his cock head stretching her, wide, wider. She felt herself being drawn onto Mark's big cock. Deeper, farther inside of her it went. His cock felt so much bigger than George's, filling her up, stretching her to the point she thought she would bust. 

Slowly, she could feel Mark pushing her forward, then pulling her back, all the while holding, squeezing her ass. He was making her fuck him. She could feel her pussy sliding up and down on his big cock, slick from her orgasm. He pushed and pulled her faster and faster. Paula's climax began to build again. She could feel the big cock all the way up inside of her as she rocked back and forth, and the swaying of her heavy breasts. 

"That's it slut. Fuck me. Ride my big cock. Cum all over it for me." 

His words seemed to drive Paula further. Her hips began to buck as she slid up and down on his cock. Faster and faster. Her climax building. She saw her reflection, how obscenely her tits were bouncing as she rode Mark's cock. Paula's knees buckled and the tip of his cock brushed her g-spot. 

Paula's pussy exploded. She bucked up and down from the intensity of her orgasm. Paula's body jerked and twitched. Her juices flowed, running onto Mark's thighs as she rode his cock and her ass slammed back against his stomach as she came. Mark could feel his balls tightening. 

He leaned forward against Paula and pushed her face down onto his desk. Holding her there, Mark started to pump in and out, fucking Paula's dripping pussy, her full breasts pressed hard against her files on the desk. 

Mark looked down and saw his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft as he fucked her. His balls slapped against Paula's clit with each thrust and she wiggled her hips as he fucked her, unable to move from the restraint of the desk and Mark's hold on her. 

Paula's ass jiggled as she squirmed to get free and from each thrust of Mark's hips. Feeling Paula struggling with his cock inside her pussy was all he could take. His balls tightened and he exploded. 

"MMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH." He shot stream after stream of warm cum up inside her pussy. She frantically bucked as he came, milking his cock with her pussy, his cum pumping all up inside her. 

As his climax subsided and he regained his senses, Mark looked down at Paula. Her eyes were closed, her panties stuffed in her mouth as her hands slowly released their grip from the edges of his desk. His cum oozing from her stretched pussy. 'God, she's fucking incredible!' he thought. Her ass bent over like that was perfection to him.

Paula slowly regained her senses. She had never been fucked like that before and she had never cum so hard or so many times before. Her body ached from the screwing she had just received. 

Then she felt the panties still stuffed in her mouth. As she tried to move, she felt Mark's softening cock still inside her. And his fluid. All of his semen inside her with some leaking out. 

Mark watched as she struggled. He stepped back and pulled his cock out of her pussy with a wet squishy sound. He smirked to himself and started pulling his pants and boxers up. Paula laid with her chest still against his desk. 

All of those feelings and emotions exploded inside her again. Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion. Humiliation was the worst for her. She reached up and slowly pulled her panties from her mouth. They were wet with her saliva. 

She slowly started to get up off of the desk, afraid she would break if she moved too quickly, as Mark zipped and buckled his pants. He moved over to his chair behind the desk and sat down, watching as Paula's breasts rose up off of the desk top. Her face carried the myriad of emotions she was feeling inside. 

She reached for her brassier to put it on when she heard him say "What do you think you're doing? I told you what kind of bras and panties you are to wear at work. It's that or nothing at all. Give them to me." 

Mark held out his hand as Paula looked at him. Shame and anger flashed across her face. 

"You want me to work without a bra or panties? My breasts need the support and your sperm will be dripping out of me all day. Everyone will be able to see. And smell me. Please, don't do this to me. I promise, this weekend I'll get the stuff you want me to wear. Just let me wear these once more and I promise on Monday I'll be in the ones you wanted me to wear. Please. Don't make me walk around like a whore all day. Please. I'm begging you."

Mark sat there, his hand still held out toward her. Paula saw no compassion in his eyes. "Don't make me do something we'll both regret," was all he needed to say.




Sins of a Sinner Ch. 04



Paula looked down at the desk as she held out her bra and wet panties to Mark. He took them and put them in his desk drawer. 

"Now, get dressed and get back to work. Think of me as my cum is running out of your pussy today." He sat back and watched Paula's eyes begin to tear as she put on her blouse and buttoned it. 

Her nipples stiffened underneath the cotton fabric and her large, heavy breasts swayed as she bent forward to put on her skirt. She could feel his cum ooze from her vagina and onto her thighs. She gulped hard and tried to straighten her hair, adjusted herself, took one last deep breath, picked up her files and walked toward the door. 

As she slowly walked back toward her cubicle, she heard Amy ask "Did you put in a good word for me?" Paula only nodded her head as she looked down and clutched her files to her bra-less chest. She sat down at her desk, doing all she could not to break into tears as his semen dripped out of her vagina and onto her skirt. Her vagina oozed his sperm all day. Paula went to the bathroom often, trying to keep herself clean.



Sins of a Sinner Ch. 05



This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.

Paula Thornton had another miserable weekend. Her mind continued to swirl, mix and churn with the plethora of emotions that endlessly bombarded her. She drove home from work that Friday evening exhausted, both from the emotional rollercoaster she had been on as well as from the sexual encounter she had with her boss that morning. Guilt, shame, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, resentment and disgust continued to wear on her nerves. 

She could not comprehend how all of this had happened to her. Monday morning she had felt so free, weightless, when she had quit her job. She thought she had placed all of this unpleasantness behind her. She had resolved to get her life back. 

Now, she had fallen to depths of depravity she never would have believed that she could have achieved. She prayed again all weekend. 'Please God. Save me. Save me from that devil and myself.'

'Save me from myself,' she begged. That was the other emotion Paula was having a very difficult time understanding. All of those filthy, dirty things Mark did to her and made her do to him got her more excited than she had ever been in her life. 

Her orgasms had been more intense than any she had felt with George. Each one with Mark was better than the last. She thought about all of those perverted things they had done and it made her wet. The guilt she felt was becoming easier to take after each meeting with Mark. 

She had tried to make love with George on Saturday morning but faked an orgasm for the first time. She secretly wished George would lick her or take her in the ways like Mark had done. Paula lied to George about why her vagina was clean shaven, that her doctor had suggested it because of some discomfort she was feeling. She even masturbated in the shower trying to relieve her tension. 

All the while, she secretly desired more from that other man. She had always been repulsed by what he made her do for him, at first. He took her to places within her soul that she did not know existed and she constantly battled against accepting her inner desires and willingly going farther with him. With him, it wasn't 'making love,' it was raw sex. Raw, dirty, hot sex, and she was beginning to LOVE it.

Paula provoked an argument with Emily when she asked to go to the shopping mall with her mom. How could she have her daughter with her when she went into that sleazy shop as Mark had ordered? Her sweet baby girl could not be with her when she bought those slutty bras and panties. You could barely call them panties. The sheer thongs and g-string looked sinful and obscene as Paula looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The bras were see-through, barely able to contain her large breasts. 

'I look like a whore,' she thought as she stared at her reflection. She tried on the stockings that Mark had wanted. The silky material hugged her legs, stopping mid thigh. No, her sweet baby girl could not be with her when she bought those items, not as she surrendered more and more, becoming that man's slut.

Mark Sawyer's weekend was not much better. He was conflicted. Mr. Davis and the other corporate bosses were looking for answers as to why the Indiana office wasn't more profitable. They were expecting to see some results from his efforts. At the same time, work was not really on his mind. He was becoming more and more addicted to his encounters with Paula. 

He couldn't really call it a relationship. He was using her, pure and simple, at least in the beginning. Now, he needed what she brought out in him. He loved the power he had over her and was drawn to Paula's sensuality. It wasn't love he felt for her. It was lust, pure animal lust and it was intoxicating. 

He spent his work days thinking about Paula. Not the task at hand, but dreaming about what he wanted to do to her and how much he could humiliate her. He absolutely LOVED humiliating her. Maybe a therapist would say that it was his way of getting back at Cheryl for humiliating him. Who knows? More importantly, who cares? 

Maybe this is who he really was inside. Friday morning with Paula, when he fucked her for the first time, was the most intense orgasm of his life. The thought of having to end it all because she was a thief who stole the money from his company, was hard for Mark to accept. Surely he was smart enough to figure something out. Hell, he was an MBA from one of the finest colleges in the nation. 

There must be a way to give those corporate boys what they wanted while not losing this new sexual relationship. Better even than with Cheryl. Best because he was able to be himself, even though he really wasn't sure who that was. He was exploring desires he didn't even know he had. Their relationship was an awakening for both Mark and Paula. 'I'll have to work on this a bit,' he thought to himself. Smiling to himself, 'Maybe next week.'

Paula got to work early Monday morning. She could not bring herself to dress the way her boss had ordered to at home for fear that George would notice. So, Paula hid her new lingerie deep in her purse and hurried into the restroom at the office. There, she moved into a stall and locked the door, unbuttoned her blouse and removed her plain brassier. She held up the new, flimsy sheer white garment and stared at it. 

'Almost nothing,' she thought. 

She slowly put it on, the material barely enough to cover her nipples and certainly not enough support for the weight of her large breasts. She quickly buttoned her blouse back up, slipped off her heels, reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. 

She picked up the thin white thong and cringed. She carefully slipped one foot then the other into the tiny garment and slid it up her legs. The back settled between the cheeks of her buttocks and the front snug against her cleanly shaved vagina. Her labia pouted against the sheer material. 

Paula reached for and began sliding on the stockings. So shear and silky on her skin, she slipped her heels back on, adjusted her skirt and snuck her old bra and panty back into her purse. 

Exiting the stall, she stood before the mirror. Her eyes scanned her reflection and Paula realized that Mark was right. No one would be able to tell how she was dressed beneath her blouse and skirt. A quick sense of relief was followed by anxiety as she wondered how today would go. 

'What will he make me do today?' she thought. 'Please God. Save me.' 

Paula walked to her cubicle, sat down behind her desk and began to work. She dove into her work, just as she had the previous week, pouring over her accounts and numbers. It was 11:10 when Paula first looked up at the clock. She then turned towards Mark's office door. It was still closed. 

She thought 'Maybe he'll leave me alone today.' At first, a wave of relief washed over her and then a surprising pang of disappointment. She immediately recognized this feeling, shook her head and dove back into her work. She worked through lunch. 

It was 2:25 when he rang her intercom, "Please come to my office Ms. Thornton and bring the files I wanted you to work on." Paula felt the weight of her emotions hit her like a freight train. She scooped up the folders in her arms and slowly walked to his office. 

She moved slowly, sure that everyone in the office could see her breasts swaying in her sleazy brassier. Sure they were staring at her bottom, bare except for the thin piece of flimsy material wedged uncomfortably between each cheek, beneath her skirt. Sure they would notice the silk stockings on her always bare legs. Paula knocked on the door.

"Come in" he replied. 

Paula opened the door and entered her boss' office. She turned and closed the door behind her. She stood there in the doorway, "You wanted to see me Mr. Sawyer?"

Looking up from his desk, Mark answered "Yes I do. Come here and show me." He leaned back in his chair as he placed his pen down on the desktop. 

Paula lowered her head and slowly walked toward his desk, knowing exactly what he meant. She prayed silently 'Please God. Help me!' as she stood next to his desk, while her vagina beginning the all-too-familiar tingling. She stood there for a moment, staring at the floor, neither one saying anything. 

Moments seemed like forevers and she could feel her will crumbling yet again. Paula placed her files on his desk and reached for the top button of her blouse. She undid one, then the next, third and finally the last. She slipped her blouse off and placed it on the chair next to her. 

Next, she twisted to her side a bit, her large breasts barely contained in her new bra and silhouetted against the far wall. She unbuttoned her skirt, slipped it down her legs and off, placing it on the chair with her blouse. She stood before him in her heels, stockings, sheer bra and thong. 

Mark stared at her. 'My God, she's the fucking sexiest woman ever,' he thought to himself as his cock began to swell in his pants. Mark's eyes moved over Paula, from her wire rimmed glasses, to the brown eyes behind them, her soft red lips and mouth, down to her light brown curls resting on her shoulders, down, down her chest, following the line of her cleavage. 

Her tits looked incredible in that bra. The thin white material barely covered each brown nipple as they stiffened in the cool air. The fullness of each breast spilling out of the flimsy cups made his cock even harder. 

His eyes moved down still, down to her waist, with the thin top of her sheer thong resting high on her curved hips. The translucent front did not hide her arousal. Paula's pussy lips were swollen and Mark could easily see their outline through the delicate material. 

Moving down, her legs were wrapped in the sheerest white silk he had ever seen. Every curve of her body, the softness of her breasts and ass, the moisture of her pussy, drove him wild and his cock swelled more uncomfortably in his trousers. 

He was barely able to get out a "Turn around slowly," as he took another deep breath. Hesitantly, Paula obeyed, and Mark's eyes moved up from her heels, up the back of her legs, higher up to where the stockings ended, higher up to her naked ass cheeks.  

Mark thought to himself, 'My God, she looks incredible,' and his cock began to ache from its confinement. Paula completed her turn and stopped facing him, all the while staring at the floor. 

"Look at what you did," he said and Paula raised her eyes up to meet his. She followed Mark's eyes down as he looked at his own crotch. 

"You've made my cock hard, slut." Paula gulped at his words but her eyes locked onto the large bulge in his pants. It looked even bigger than she had remembered.

"Get on your knees and take care of my cock slut." 

Paula, with just the slightest bit of hesitation, obeyed, her eyes never leaving his bulge. Mark kicked off his shoes and spread his legs as Paula knelt between them. She reached for his belt, undid it, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and lowered them off his legs. Then she reached for the waist of his boxers and slowly began pulling them down. 

Mark's cock sprang forward as they lowered. Paula's eyes drank it in, mesmerized by the large thick head. She reached out her hand and softly wrapped her thin fingers around the shaft. She held it in her hand for a second, feeling it throb with each increasing beat of Mark's heart. 

"Suck my cock slut." 

As if hypnotized, Paula pointed Mark's large dick at her face, parted her lips and lowered her head towards his lap. All the while, her eyes never left his cock. Her lips brushed the tender silky skin of his head and Paula opened her mouth wider. She could feel the heat from his cock as it touched her tongue. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and slowly began to suck. 

Mark could feel her tongue licking his throbbing cock as her lips softly worked around the shaft and head. Her mouth began to water as her saliva mixed with Mark's pre-cum. Paula began to bob her head up and down, slowly sucking his cock in and out of her mouth. 

Her lips stretched around the shaft and tightly slid up and down, lubricated by her mouth's moisture. Her thin fingers began to jerk Mark's cock off, following the movement of her head. With each downward stroke, her fingers would brush his full balls. 

Paula could feel Mark's cock swelling even more in her mouth as she sucked it. Slipping her mouth off, she began to lick up and down his shaft. Her tongue licked small wet circles around the thick throbbing head. A thin thread of pre-cum draped from the head of his cock to the tip of her tongue, breaking as she moved up and down and landing on her chin. 

Mark leaned back in his chair, watching as the preacher's wife and mother of two slowly licked his cock. God, her tongue felt incredible. He watched as her hand moved up and down his shaft, lubricated by her saliva. 

"That's it slut. Suck it good." 

Paula opened her mouth again and sucked in his cock. He watched as she tried to take more and more in her mouth. He could feel his cock hit the back of her throat and she instinctively gagged, releasing it from her mouth. 

Sternly, Mark said, "I didn't tell you to stop slut," as he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it down towards his cock. 

Paula opened her mouth again and began sucking, her head moving up and down, bobbing her mouth along the length of his cock. Saliva oozed from the corner of her stretched lips as she sucked him. Paula could feel his cock stiffening and Mark shifted his weight. His legs tensed and he groaned. 

"Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

His balls tightened and his cock stiffened. The first burst of cum shot in her mouth. Warm and thick, the salty taste startled her. She tried to pull back, but Mark kept his hands on the back of her head and held her there. 

Paula let go of his cock as it continued pumping more and more cum in her mouth. Cum oozed from her lips, down her chin and onto his leg. Paula gagged, trying hard not to vomit, as some of his cum went down her throat. Another string dripped down on her chest. 

Finally, Mark released her from his grip and she pulled back up and off of his messy cock. Her mouth and lips were covered with his cum, some smeared on her chin, cheeks and breasts. She knelt there in front of him, looking up at him. 

'Oh My God. She's incredible!' he thought as she knelt there in her lingerie with his cum all over her mouth. 

Paula began to reach up to wipe her face with the back of her hand. 

"DON"T!" was Mark's order. He sat there for a moment, looking down at her, as his cum dripped from her mouth and lips down her chin and onto her tits. 

Finally he said, "You suck cock like a natural, slut. Incredible. Now, get dressed. I've got work to do." He reached for his pants and began to get dressed. 

Paula knelt there for a moment, her forearms resting on his thighs, as his words sank in. She moved back a bit and watched as he pulled his pants up. "Do you have a towel or something I can clean up with?" she asked. 

"No. Now get dressed and go clean up in the bathroom. Hurry. I don't have all day." 

Mark sat back and watched as Paula, with tears welling up in her eyes from yet another humiliation, wiped her face with the back of her hand. Paula turned away and carefully began to get dressed. Her fingers were sticky and messy with his semen and she tried to wipe them on her thighs. She managed to pull up her skirt and put on her blouse. She buttoned up as best as she could and tried to make one final adjustment before she could hurry to the bathroom to wash herself. 

Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion all bombarded her at once as she slowly walked toward the door.

From his desk, Mark held out some file and said "Give these to Donna on your way out." Tears filled her eyes as she walked back toward his desk and took the files. She hurried to the bathroom, taking care not to make eye contact with anyone. She quickly washed up, trying to erase any evidence of what just happened. 

Staring at her reflection, Paula thought, 'How much more of this can I take?' She fixed her hair, went back to her desk and got back to her work.

Mark had watched Paula as she closed his office door, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He rested there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of that incredible orgasm. He tried to put into words how good he felt after that blowjob and he found it difficult at best. 

'That was better than any one from Cheryl. Ever! The best blow job of my life,' he thought. His mind wandered 'What can I make that slut do next?' 

Mark thought for a while, letting his mind go in so many different directions. Every dark desire he could've ever imagined crossed his mind that afternoon. He went to places he didn't even know existed within himself. 

'All in good time,' he thought. 'She'll do anything I want her to do. She's my slut now. But slow, baby-steps. Don't get too crazy just yet.' He thought about what would happen next in his journey with Paula.



Sins of a Sinner Ch. 06



This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.

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Paula Thornton had another miserable ride home from work. The never-ending conflict of emotions from within her was taking its toll. She was crabby and irritable at home with her family. 

Of course, they didn't understand why she was acting that way and she could never let them know. Paula really had no idea how much longer she could take this. 

She got home and immediately took a shower, trying to wash away the memory of what she had done that afternoon. 

'That man came in my mouth!' she kept thinking. She brushed her teeth over and over. She gargled. 

No matter what she did, Paula could not get the taste of that man out of her mind. Paula was shocked at what she had done, stunned at how easily she had surrendered to him, and ashamed by how much she liked it. No, not liked it, LOVED it! 

'This has to stop. I can't keep doing this anymore,' she thought. Yet each time required less threatening from him. 

She could feel herself very slowly becoming a willing participant, not a reluctant and blackmailed victim of that pervert, and it scared her. 

'How can I kiss my husband after what that man did in my mouth?' she thought. She continued to pray 'Please God, save me. Help me. End this God. I'm so sorry for my sins. Please forgive me.'

Mark Sawyer had a much different ride home. In fact, he made a few stops after work. 

First, he checked out a couple of motels near the airport. On the third try, he found what he was looking for. 

The room had a large bed with a sturdy wooden rail headboard and a large mirror over the dresser. Not too many guests, secluded. 'Perfect!' he thought. 

His last stop was at a sex shop where he purchased a few "novelty" items. Smiling and content with his newest plan, Mark drove home and spent the rest of the evening finalizing the details for tomorrow. 

Tuesday morning began like any other Tuesday morning. The kids were still sleeping, recovering from the last few days of summer break. 

Emily was anxious to begin her new life at college next month while Paul was getting weary of his summer job. 'If he only knew how bad work could really get,' she thought as she sat at the table and drank her coffee. 

George was still asleep and would be for some time. She made a sandwich for his lunch, stopping to stare at her hands. 

'How would George feel if he knew that these hands had been the same hands that were covered in that man's sperm?' she thought to herself.

Paula fought back her tears. She knew that George would eat lunch and then prepare for his usual Tuesday evening bible study group at the church. He wouldn't be home until after 10:00 PM. 

Paula dressed for work as she had every day before, except today she had reluctantly placed her new black lace bra, g-string and stockings in her purse. She drove towards the office, both dreading and anticipating what would happen next. 

Paula went straight for the restroom, entered a stall, and quickly changed into her lingerie. She hid her old panties and bra back in her purse, and checked herself in the mirror. 

She proceeded over to her desk, all the while, her pussy moistening her tiny black g-string as she moved. 

Once seated at her desk, Paula saw Mark's open office door. She put her head down and picked up working where she had left off the night before.

Mark arrived late that morning, about 10:40. He said hello to everyone as he passed them on his way to his office. 

Smiling, he closed his office door and sat behind his desk, his already erect penis poking uncomfortably in his pants. For a long time, he daydreamed, envisioning how the events of his next meeting with Paula would unfold. 

Just before noon, he rang Paula's desk. "Yes Mr. Sawyer?" she said as she picked up the phone. 

She heard Mark reply "Today, you and I will spend some quality time alone. Meet me at 5:30 at 1315 Union Hill Drive, Room 212. Don't be late."

Paula frantically looked around the office and in a hushed voice she said "But Mr. Sawyer, that won't be possible. I've got a family. I can't just not go home and meet you. What will I tell them?"

"That's not my problem. It won't take all night and you'll be home. I don't want to hear any more arguments or excuses. Do what you have to do, tell them anything you have to, but you WILL be there. Don't make me call the police on you." 

Paula heard him hang up the phone. She again looked around the office as her co-workers continued on with their daily assignments. 'Maybe they didn't hear? Do they know?' she thought to herself. 

'I can't do this. George will be expecting me for dinner.' She then remembered tonight would be a bible study night at the church. He wouldn't be home until late himself. 

Paul would be working until almost midnight. 'What about Emily?' She would probably be going out with her friends tonight. 

Paula's mind raced as she felt the usual barrage of emotions. Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion. 

All the familiar emotions bombarded her again. As well as arousal. She felt her vagina moisten and tingle with anticipation. 

Was she really a slut beneath that calm exterior, just like he said she was? The silky fabric of the obscene lingerie against her skin, all hidden by her bland, boring skirt and blouse, stimulated her. 

So did his want and desire. He wanted her in a way no one ever had. 'What was he going to do to me? What would he make me do to him?' 

They wouldn't be in the office, but somewhere else. Paula knew that no matter how bad it got in his office, at least they were still in a semi-public place. There was always the thought that anyone could walk in at almost any time. 

Now, this was different. Now they would be alone somewhere. Where? Paula thought about all of the possibilities. 'How much of a pervert is he? Will he hurt me? Worse?' 

She began to worry about her safety. The fear of the unknown , the danger, caused even more nervousness. He had taken more control from her and she was really scared. 

Paula worried the rest of the day as she worked. She thought about Mark's threat to call the police again and her will to not give in to him continued to crumble. 

She had called Emily and indeed, she would not be home tonight. No one would even know she was out. 

Paula continued working, trying to immerse herself in her accounts and books. Finally, she had sent out the last of her e-mails and looked at the clock -- 3:39. 

She watched as Mark left the office early, avoiding her glance as he said goodbye to Amy and Donna. She had more than an hour to let her mind race with the thoughts of her upcoming meeting with him. 

Paula realized that she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, her vagina moistening as she thought about the potential for danger. She silently prayed 'Please God. Save me. Protect me. Make this stop. I don't want to be like this. Help me be the woman you want me to be.' 

All the while, she could feel her silk covered thighs rubbing together and the wetness in her g-string. On and on, she prayed silently, thinking about what would happen. 

She was startled when Donna asked her, 'Do you plan on working all night?' She looked at her watch -- 5:08. Paula quickly shut down her computer and exited the building. 

She drove on towards the address Mark had given her. Paula looked in her rearview mirror as a police car roared up behind her as she drove, lights churning and siren blaring. 

'Did he really call the police on me?' Panic subsided a bit as the police car passed her en route to a more public crime other than hers.

She pulled into the secluded motel and parked in front of the door numbered 212. She looked at her watch -- 5:39. 

'Damn it!' she thought as she hurriedly exited her car and walked to the room. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Paula opened the door, entered, and looked around the sparse room. The curtains and bedspread looked old to her. Dirty. The way Paula felt inside as she closed the door behind her. 

"You're late." Paula turned and looked at Mark as he sat in a worn brown chair against the wall near the window, a canvas bag near his feet. 

"I know. I'm sorry. Traffic was bad." 

Paula lowered her head, not making eye contact with him, as she folded her hands in front of her. The room smelled like it looked. Dirty. 

Not a place to rest or sleep. It was a room used for sex. Not lovemaking, but fucking. Paula felt her vagina tingling as she stood before him. 

"There's always an excuse with you. You'll soon learn to obey me completely." 

Paula's heart pounded as she became afraid. "Please. Don't hurt me. I'll be better. I promise." She looked up at Mark, her eyes pleading, begging for forgiveness as she stood motionless in front of him. 

"We'll see about that. Show me what you have on for me today." 

Paula lowered her eyes again, placed her purse on the floor next to the window, and began to remove her blouse and skirt. She put them on top of her purse and stood there silently. 

Mark said nothing. He just sat there, watching, staring at Paula, her large breasts barely contained in her sheer, skimpy black bra. Paula's nipples were hard and clearly visible, her cleavage full as it cradled her gold cross. 

His eyes traveled slowly, so slowly, over her body. The thin black material that rested high on her hips, securing the sheer fabric over her pussy. The shiny black stockings that hugged her thighs, all supported on those black heels. 

'A Goddess,' he thought. "Turn around" was all he could say. Mark watched as Paula slowly moved, turning more and more into his view. 'Perfect!' he thought. 

The round, curved cheeks of her ass, with the thin thread of her g-string diving deep between them made his cock hard. She turned back to face him. Paula's wire rimmed glasses only pointed toward the floor, framed by a few curls of her light brown hair. 

'All mine' he said to himself.

Mark sat there for a few more moments, just drinking in the sight of this woman, before saying, "Kneel on the bed, facing me." 

He watched as Paula cautiously walked over and knelt on the large bed against the wall. He picked something out of his bag and walked over to her on the bed. 

The darkness of the room, lit only by the dim lamp in the corner, helped to conceal what he carried in his hands from Paula. 

Without saying a word, Mark deliberately placed a black leather shackle on her wrist, securing the straps that locked it in place. 

Paula's heart raced with fear as she realized what he was doing. Instinctively, she pulled her arm back. 

The chain attached to her wrist became taught as Mark firmly held on to the other manacle. He quickly pulled her towards the head board by the chain, wrapped it through the wooden rail and over. 

Mark grabbed Paula's free arm and held it still while he secured it with the leather strap. Paula continued to struggle but with little success against the much larger and stronger man. Paula knelt on the bed, her arms firmly bound by the chain and headboard. 

She pulled back with her weight but the bed and headboard did not budge. She jerked and pulled at her restraints as if she were a chained animal. 

Fear raced through her as Paula realized she was unable to free herself, unable to defend herself from this man. 

"Nooooooooooooo. Please, please let me go. Don't do this to me. Please. I beg you." 

She continued to struggle in fear against her restraints as she knelt on the bed facing the headboard. Sitting back, pulling hard, jerking back and forth, pleading and begging, all of her efforts were futile. 

Mark stood back and watched as Paula tried to escape and he loved her helplessness. Saying nothing, he reached up and began to loosen his tie. Pulling it free, he started unbuttoning his shirt. 

Paula finally noticed him as he pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants. She began pulling hard, struggling to break the wooden rail as Mark removed his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants. 

Paula began crying as he slowly lowered his trousers to the ground and stepped out of them. He removed his socks and then his boxers. 

He stood next to the bed as Paula knelt there, chained to the headboard. His cock fully aroused as he watched her. 

He watched her heavy breasts jiggling in that shear bra, bouncing as she fought against the strength of her manacles. 

He watched as Paula's ass rode up and down in that thin g-string as she struggled backward and forward. The black heels from her shoes left marks on the bare flesh of her cheeks. 

He watched as her silk-stockinged legs churned beneath her as she struggled. Mark thought she was the sexiest woman alive and his cock ached for her.

"I like watching you struggle, slut. But struggle as hard as you want, you'll never break free." 

Mark reached his hand out and cupped her left breast, squeezing and kneading it. Paula shrieked and began to cry as he manipulated her large, fleshy breast. 

"I've always loved your big tits slut." 

He reached out with both hands and fondled each breast as she was unable to defend herself from his assault. 

She tried to squirm away from him as he pulled her cup down with one hand and pulled out her breast with the other. He did the same to the other side.

Paula continued to struggle as her breasts bounced and jiggled even more now that they were free of the sheer material. She felt them lifted and pushed out obscenely by her matted bra from underneath. 

His hands cupped and caressed the soft, warm flesh, her nipples stiffening as she fought back. 

"Mmmmmm, those nice big tits." Mark reached out and pinched her nipples. 

She cried out, "Oowe!" as they stiffened even more.

Mark laughed, "Oh, that's right. I forgot. You like to make a lot of noise, don't you slut?" 

With that, he reached into his bag and pulled out a red ball gag with a black leather strap. 

He continued to pinch, twist and pull her nipple with one hand while he held the gag with the other. Paula bit down hard on her lip, trying hard not to open her mouth to cry out. 

One last tug, and she could not hold back. She cried out loudly as he shoved the ball into her mouth. 

Paula shook her head violently, trying to dislodge the rubber ball from her mouth but Mark quickly grabbed the straps and secured it behind her head. 

He grabbed her head by her hair and twisted her face towards the large mirror in the corner. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "Look at that. Look at how slutty you look. Like a cheap whore ready to be used." 

Paula saw her lips wrapped around the red ball, a stream of saliva escaping the corners. She saw how her breasts moved as she struggled. She pulled hard on the chain again as her nipples bobbed up and down. 

Mark laughed as he saw her reaction. He moved behind her, kneeling on the bed, his cock brushing the cheek of her ass. Grabbing it in his hand, Mark slid the head of his cock across both of Paula's bare cheeks. 

He slapped her ass, his eyes following the jiggle of the soft flesh. Paula continued to squirm and struggle as Mark slapped her ass again. And again. And again. His cock getting harder and harder. 

"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK." 

Paula could feel the sting from each slap and, just as it had earlier, the pain slowly began to subside and turn into something more. She could feel the moisture building in her vagina. 

"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK." 

A soft moan from behind the gag escaped. "Mmmggpphhh." 

Mark laughed again. He pulled her hair back, pointing her face again to the mirror. "Watch yourself become my whore, slut." 

Paula stared at herself as Mark laid down on the bed behind her. Her eyes never left her reflection as she felt his breath on her bottom. 

Mark placed his hands on her ass, spreading her wide as he pulled the thin thread of her g-string aside. She moaned loudly to her reflection as his tongue slowly licked along her pussy lips. 

She watched as Mark slowly began to lick her from behind. His face was buried in her ass cheeks, his hands spreading them wider, as he licked up and down along her pussy. 

Paula could feel her wetness increasing as Mark licked her as before. Slowly, slowly, she could feel the tingle inside her vagina. Mark slipped his finger inside her and slowly began sliding it in and out. 

"Watch me fuck you like this slut." 

She stared at her reflection as his hand moved back and forth. In and out, she could feel his finger brushing against the walls of her vagina. 

He brushed his thumb against her clit as he slipped another and another finger inside her. In and out, deeper, his fingers moved back and forth as he worked her clit with his thumb. 

Her juices flowed out of her vagina as her orgasm built. Harder and harder, she could feel it building inside her. Drool from both sides of her mouth ran down on her breasts as she watched Mark masturbate her. 

"Cum for me slut." 

Paula's eyes rolled back in her head as the first wave hit her. She moaned and squirted with each pulse of her orgasm. Her ass and hips rode his hand. 

Moaning, Paula pulled back against her restraints and gyrated on his wet hand. Paula squeezed his fingers with her pussy, trying to pull him in deeper and pushing as much of her lust out as possible. 

Slowly, Paula regained her senses and pulled herself up off of Mark's hand. His fingers were wet from her orgasm. 

Mark got to his knees and moved to face her. He showed her his wet hand and slowly wiped it across her face, brushing her juices onto each cheek. 

She tried to pull away but had nowhere to go. He turned her face toward the mirror again, the wetness on her face evident. Laughing, he laid on his back beside her as she looked at her reflection. 

He moved so that his hips were at her knees, facing her. He grabbed her lower leg and swung it over his hips. Paula realized what he was trying to do, trying to get her to straddle him. She followed his lead. 

She pulled back against her restraints as he placed his hands on her hips and guided her over his throbbing cock. He pulled her flimsy g-string aside and squatted her down lower until she could feel his cock brush her swollen lips. 

Slapping her ass hard, Mark said "Watch me fuck you slut." Paula's eyes again found her reflection as Mark pulled her hips lower. 

Paula could feel his cock spreading her, pushing her lips apart. The moisture from her pussy allowed his head to slip inside. Deeper, deeper, Mark's cock pushed farther inside her pussy. 

Finally, Paula sat back with Mark's entire cock buried deep in her pussy. She arched her back and his cock brushed against her sensitive g-spot. She moaned loudly against the gag as he held there. 

Mark slapped her ass hard again, "Ride my cock slut." 

Paula began to instinctively move up and down, sliding her pussy along the length of his cock. She had never been on top like this before and the feeling was overwhelming. 

She could move faster or slower as she rode his cock, changing position slightly to make his cock rub up inside any portion of her pussy. 

Paula's juices flowed faster as she rode Mark's cock. Up and down, she could feel his balls up against her ass as she sat back. Her knees pinched against his sides as she continued to slide him in and out. 

Mark reached up, pinching and massaging her defenseless nipples. Sitting up slightly, he sucked and licked her nipples as Paula rode up and down. 

In and out, Mark's cock filled her pussy as his mouth licked and sucked on her large breasts. 

Her tits came alive as she could feel another orgasm building. Her hips moved faster, pounding herself on Mark's cock. He sucked and licked each of her massive tits as she ground her clit against him. 




Sins of a Sinner Ch. 06



"Watch yourself fuck me slut." 

Paula watched as he put her nipple back to his lips. Paula watched as her tits bounced up and down, pressed against his mouth, and her hips and pussy pounded the length of his cock. 

Her pussy exploded again as her climax hit. Her legs began to involuntarily pump her body up and down on his cock, her orgasm exploding within her. She ejaculated all over his cock and down on his balls and thighs, soaking the bedcovers. 

Paula's screams and moans were muffled by the ball gag. Saliva poured from her plugged mouth. 

She twisted and turned her hips as she rode Mark's cock, trying to crank out the last of her orgasm from her pussy.

Slowly, Paula again came back down from her climax. She could feel her own juices on her stocking covered thighs. 

She looked down and could see Mark staring up at her from between her heaving breasts. She could feel the stiffness of his cock still inside her. 

Mark pulled up on her leg, lifting her up off of him. He slid out from under her as she returned to kneeling at the headboard. 

She saw her reflection, the drool from her mouth, hair and glasses disheveled, breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily, and her nipples obscenely rising out from above her matted down bra. 

She didn't notice as Mark moved behind her, positioning himself, kneeling between her legs and grabbing her hips in his hands. 

Her eyes were still rolling back in her head as she felt him pulling her back. She felt her g-string again being pulled to the side and his hard cock brushing her swollen and sensitive pussy. 

She looked into the mirror and saw that he was staring into her eyes in the reflection. She watched as he pulled her back, her hips pushing back, her pussy swallowing his cock. 

Thick and hard, she moved back farther and farther on his cock. God, he filled her up with that big cock! 

He began pushing her hips forward and pulling them back, making her pussy ride up and down on his cock again. 

She watched her tits bouncing in the mirror as he made her fuck him. Up and down, up and down, her tits bouncing obscenely in the mirror. 

Drool ran from her mouth again as he pulled her back and forth on his cock. Paula threw her head back and pushed herself on him. In and out. She fucked him harder and harder. Like an animal. Like the slut she had become. 

She watched her reflection as she fucked this man. His big cock stretched her. She stared hard at her reflection as another orgasm hit. 

Paula's juices squirted all over his cock and thighs. She squeezed his cock with her pussy, milking him. She could feel the ridges of the veins that surrounded the shaft and she came again. 

The rim of the head of his cock popped in and out of her pussy, the friction making her cum yet again. She lost track of her orgasms. Who knows how many? 

She crumpled forward onto the bed, her chest and chin supported by the pillows, her hips and thighs lowered onto the mattress as she hung by her wrists to the headboard.

Paula lost all thought. She could only feel. That was the most incredible sexual experience of her life. Her whole body tingled and her juices coated her thighs and the bed. 

She didn't notice as Mark pulled her g-string down and off of her legs. It didn't register with her when Mark pulled her hips up in the air, propping her up on her knees and chest. 

She only saw her reflection as he reached for a bottle of baby oil from his bag. Her skin only tingled when he dripped some of the oil at the small of her back. 

The oil felt good as it slowly oozed down, down between her warm and tingly ass cheeks. 

She saw Mark on his knees behind her but her mind could not comprehend what was happening. For Paula, it felt like she was in a dream, floating outside of herself, as all of her nerve endings seemed exhausted by her orgasms.

Mark looked down and saw Paula's glorious ass propped up in the air, the baby oil dripping down between her cheeks. 

He spread her ass with his fingers, the oil working its way lower. Grabbing his cock, he positioned the head against her tight hole. 

"Watch me fuck your ass." 

He held her hips and ass still while he pushed his big cock against her ass hole. Harder, harder against the small opening lubricated by the baby oil and her own cum. 

Paula jerked back to reality. She tried to squirm away from him but he was too strong and she was too exhausted. 

He pushed further and could feel the tip of his hard cock spreading her open. Harder and harder, the lubricated head pushed against her tight anus. 

Her muscles, sore and tired from her orgasms, were unable to put up much of a resistance. 

Paula screamed into the ball gag as Mark's thick head entered her tight, virgin ass hole. 

He held her there for a moment, letting the muscle adjust to the size of his cock. Slowly, he pushed farther, his cock penetrating deeper into Paula's virgin ass. 

She struggled and squirmed as he pushed farther inside. The pain was almost unbearable as he slowly sank the full length of his cock in Paula's ass. 

She screamed loudly into the ball gag as tears fell down her cheeks. 

Mark held her hips as she tried to pull off of him, restraining her ass on his cock. He held her there for a few seconds, allowing her ass to relax as the pain began to subside. 

Slowly, so slowly, Mark began to slide his cock back out. Paula's puckered ass hole stretched tightly around his shaft as he began fucking her. 

Back and forth, in and out, Mark's cock slowly filled her ass hole. Paula's cries began to subside and slowly turned to soft moans. Every nerve in her body was re-awakening. 

In and out, Paula moaned as he filled her ass. She involuntarily began to move her hips in rhythm with Mark's, meeting each thrust of his cock. Mark slapped her ass as he fucked her. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmgggggggggggggggggppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

Mark let go of her and slipped his hand over her hips, in between her legs. His fingers began to massage her clit as his thick cock stretched Paula's ass hole. 

She could feel her pussy getting wetter as Mark manipulated her clit. In and out, Paula rode Mark's cock as he stroked her. 

"Look at yourself slut. You love my cock in your ass!"

Paula looked at her reflection. Her eyes rolled up into her head as her orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. 

Juices poured from her pussy as Mark's cock pumped in and out her ass hole. He could feel his balls tingling, swelling as his own orgasm hit.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Mark's cock exploded. His balls aching as each contraction pumped more cum in her ass. She squeezed down on him, milking more hot cum from his balls. 

Mark slowly regained his composure as he withdrew from Paula's ass, a thread of his cum following, dripping out of her stretched ass hole. 

Paula collapsed with her head and chest on the bed, saliva from her mouth on the pillow, arms limply hanging from the headboard, and her hips and ass propped up in the air. 

She looked over at her reflection with only shame and humiliation again on her face. 'I am his slut,' she acknowledged to herself. 

Her muscles ached as Mark got off of the bed. Saying nothing, he went to the bathroom to clean up. 

Returning to the room, he looked at Paula, still bound and motionless on the bed, and reached for his clothes. Once dressed, Mark walked to the headboard and removed Paula's shackles. 

He then reached over, unstrapped the ball gag and removed it from her mouth. He placed them both in the bag and walked to the door.

"You better get dressed and get out of here. This is a rough part of town. You never know what kinds of degenerates would come to a place like this. See you bright and early in the office tomorrow." 

Mark looked back at Paula's slumped body on the used, disheveled bed and laughed as he closed the door behind him.



Sins of a Sinner Ch. 07



This is the last chapter, for now at least, in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. Thank you to all who have read this story. Thank you to all for your feedback. I hope you enjoy.

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Paula did not move on the bed. Every muscle in her body ached, from both the abuse she had received and the intensity of each one of her orgasms. 

She simply watched Mark's reflection in the mirror as he closed the dirty motel room door. She began to cry again when she heard the door knob locking. Only a few tears initially but building to full out sobbing. 

Slowly, Paula regained her composure. She timidly began to move her legs and could feel her thighs burning. Her bottom was sore. Paula rose on wobbly legs, barely balancing in her heels. 

Another thread of semen oozed from her stretched anus and onto the back of her stocking clad thigh. Paula stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long time. 

Her hair was all mussed, her glasses askew and barely on the end of her nose. Paula's lipstick was smeared across her lips from the ball gag. Her bra pulled down under her large breasts, pushing each obscenely out. 

Semen ran from her rear end and onto her silk stocking covered legs. Paula stood there for a long time, looking at what she had become. She truly was that man's slut. Dressed like a cheap whore in that slutty lingerie, standing there alone in a dirty motel room, after being used solely for his pleasure. 

With shame, embarrassment and humiliation on her face, Paula begrudgingly acknowledged to herself that she LOVED every minute of it! 

Funny, but all of the other emotions she usually felt afterward, like nervousness, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion, had become increasingly less over time. 

Now, they were almost non-existent. Now, by the light of that dimly lit room, Paula finally accepted the feelings she kept buried inside of her for her whole life. 

Paula slowly walked into the dirty bathroom and tried to clean herself up. She removed her sleazy brassier and stockings, and put on her usual Wal-mart bra and panty. She buttoned up her blouse and stepped into her skirt, zipping it and hooking it from the side. 

Paula placed her used lingerie in a bag she had in her purse and exited the room. She walked to her car for another long ride home. Turning the radio to nothing in particular, Paula drove home in peace. 

Once she had reconciled and accepted the dark desires she had buried inside for so long, all of the stress and turmoil she had fought with since Mark had discovered her theft seemed to disappear. For the first time, Paula felt at ease with herself.

Turning the corner, Paula eased her automobile into her garage. 8:55 PM. No one else was at home as she closed her kitchen door. 

Paula went to the refrigerator and poured herself a tall glass of wine. She took a sip, then another and another. She entered the bathroom and removed her clothes. 

A long, hot shower later, Paula reclined on the sofa with another glass of wine, watching television as her family trickled in through the front door after their evenings. George held her as they fell asleep, the first peaceful night's sleep Paula had in a long time.

The next morning, Paula dressed for work as usual. She stashed more lingerie in her purse, not knowing what lay ahead at the office, but not intimidated by it either. 

She drove to work singing along with Shania, Faith and anyone else on the radio that morning. She smiled as she said hello to Amy and Donna. 

Moving into her cubicle, she noticed Mark's door was closed. Smiling to herself, she discreetly checked the lingerie she had placed in her purse. 

Another shear black brassier with a matching thong, garter belt and stockings were the choice for today. She let her fingers glide over the silky material and felt the all-too-familiar tingle beginning deep inside. 

As she rose and turned toward the restroom, 3 men entered the office. Paula sat back down in her cubicle as she heard one of the men introduce himself to Amy the receptionist as Mr. Davis from California, here to see Mr. Sawyer. 

"I don't care how busy he is, he will see me NOW!" was heard loudly throughout the office. Paula quickly took her purse and placed it in her desk drawer and began to work. 

She watched as the 3 men walked into Mark Sawyer's office, closing the door behind them. About 5 minutes passed before Paula's intercom rang. "Yes Mr. Sawyer?"

"I need to see you in my office, NOW Ms. Thornton!" was the gruff reply from the other end.

Paula took a deep breath, rose from her desk and made her way towards Mark's door. She turned the knob and entered, "You wanted to see me?" All 4 men turned to face her as she closed the door behind her.

Mr. Davis said "Please Ms. Thornton, be seated," as he motioned to the seat in front of her boss's desk. Mark stared at her as she sat down, a pale angry look over his face. 

She turned her head to face Mr. Davis, trying to focus only on the middle aged, distinguished looking man. Older, with a just-turning-gray full head of brown hair, well tailored suit and a commanding presence, Mr. Davis made an memorable first impression.

"First off, I want to thank you for all of your hard work of late. We had not been able to correct this problem and, thanks to you, we now know why." She stared intently at Mr. Davis as he held a file up to her. "It was very diligent work on your part and I'm very grateful for your efforts."

"This is crazy!" shouted Mark Sawyer. "Why would I steal from you? I've never stolen anything in my life. I was brought here to catch the thief in this office." Mark leaned forward, pointing across his desk at Paula. 

"It was her. She's been stealing small amounts of money over the past 4 years, putting them into dummy accounts and taking the money for herself." He reached into his desk and pulled out a file and handed it to Mr. Davis.

Mr. Davis looked at Paula as he took the file. He glanced through it for some time and smiled. "Very clever," he said as he looked over at Paula while handing the file back to Mark.

Paula sat still, motionless, nervous, as all 4 men stared at her. Paula took a deep breath, the fear evident across her face. She held her hands tightly in her lap, back straight and legs crossed at her ankles. 

Her gray skirt all of a sudden began to feel very warm. Paula reached up and adjusted her wire framed glasses. Looking back at Mr. Davis, Paula felt like she would begin to cry at any second.

Mr. Davis broke the silence, "My dear, please don't be intimidated by him. The files you've been sending to us this past week clearly show what has been happening. He set up these accounts, didn't he Ms. Thornton?" 

Paula mustered up all of the courage she could. "Well, it appears so Mr. Davis. I've checked and checked all of these accounts, over and over. They seemed like legitimate companies. The bills all looked real enough." 

"In all honesty, I wouldn't have caught them except for the last 3. I thought those accounts had been closed, for a long time even. We haven't done business with those companies for a couple of years and all of a sudden I had 3 bills from them."

"When I checked, no one could verify that these were actual companies. So, I searched and searched, made a couple of phone calls, and found out these were really just names."

"And you've been stealing that money now for almost 4 years. Almost $50,000!" shouted Mark. "I caught you a couple of weeks ago. I should've turned you in then." 

Mark's face turned red as he seethed in anger. He glared at Paula. "I don't know what you think you're pulling here bitch."

"ENOUGH!" yelled Mr. Davis. "If what you're saying is true Mark, how do you explain the three $7,500 deposits in your bank account in the last 2 weeks?"

Mark looked, stunned, at Mr. Davis, then back across his desk at Paula. She sat there as she had before when it was just the two of them, staring down at the carpet. He looked back at Mr. Davis, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mr. Davis looked at Paula, "Would you please go on Ms. Thornton."

Her eyes remained fixed on Mr. Davis as Paula responded, "Sure. When I searched deeper on these fake company names, I found that a Mr. M. Sawyer was sole owner of each." 

"With a little more digging, I traced the three $7,500 payments to a bank account in his name. It's all there in that file," she said, pointing towards the one in Mr. Davis' hands.

Mark stammered, "I still don't know what this is all about. There must be some other explanation. She set this whole thing up. I don't know what she's pulling, but she's the thief, not me."

Paula's memory flashed back to her first meeting with Mark when Mr. Davis said "I was hoping you would at least treat me with some respect. No explanation of what happened. Hell, you didn't even take the time to look at the file and try to see what I'm talking about. Yet you sit here and insult my intelligence. You give me no choice but to have you arrested." Paula looked on intently at the proceedings in front of her while all of the time smiling to herself at the irony of the situation.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't know what you're talking about. I've never stolen anything in my life. Hell, I make more than enough money. Why would I steal from you?" Mark leaned forward in his chair, hands on his desk, as he tried to reason with his boss.

"Because you found out your ex-wife left you for me, that's why! I knew I should have gotten rid of you when it all happened, but Cheryl talked me into it. She took pity on you. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would screw me to try and get even. Now, you've proven me right. You give me no choice." Mr. Davis looked at the two men behind him as they moved toward Mark. 

"These men are federal officers. They'll take it from here. Funny, I thought you were brighter than this. If you wouldn't have been so greedy, you probably would have gotten away with it. That is, of course, had our new office manager, Ms. Thornton here, not been as diligent as she has been." 

Turning toward Paula, Mr. Davis said, "I hope you will consider my offer. We can talk about your new responsibilities and salary this afternoon. That is, of course, if you'll take the job. Take the morning to mull it over. Maybe talk to that husband of yours. George is it? This will affect both of your lives." 

Mark Sawyer stood behind his desk as the two officers placed him in handcuffs. They led him out of his office, past Paula, as Mr. Davis followed. Mark stared at her as he passed, not in anger, but in disbelief. 

'She's a smart fucking bitch,' he said to himself. Mark was sure that Paula was his, that the way she had responded to him was genuine and that she loved it as much as he thought she did. He was sure that Paula was becoming his submissive, his slut. 

'How could she do this to me? How could I have been so wrong?' he thought as the officers led him out of the building and placed him in the back seat of the waiting automobile.

Paula returned to her desk and spent the rest of the day at ease. Her co-workers were abuzz over being told what had happened and how Paula had "caught" Mark stealing. They all applauded her and hoped she would take the new job Mr. Davis had offered. She told him she needed some time to think it over and left for home that night with a smile on her face. 

She drove home, thinking about all that had unfolded. Her plan had worked, much better than she could have hoped. When Paula had been discovered, she was in a panic. She could not think straight. All of the feelings of shame, humiliation, embarrassment, nervousness, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion she initially felt made it impossible for her to concentrate. 

But as Mark used her more and more, her head began to slowly clear. Not because of penance for her sins, but of acceptance of who she truly was deep down inside. All of the stress from suppressing and hiding her dark desires was being washed away by everything Mark did to her and everything she did to him. 

Once she was able to think clearly, she devised the plan to set Mark up. It wasn't very difficult to get him to sign papers, especially after one of their office "sessions". She slipped bank forms and legal papers in with her other requests for him to sign and he blindly followed. 

Frankly, his work performance had deteriorated with each passing encounter with Paula. He really wasn't thinking very clearly about work, only about what he could make her do next. So, she set up a dummy store-front company that had purchased the three fake companies she had created earlier. Each one led back to Mark. Finally, she transferred checks to these accounts and, once she had removed a bit of the cash for herself, e-mailed Mr. Davis with her "proof." 

Funny, she had silently hoped it would take Mr. Davis a bit longer to come after Mark. Last night with him in the hotel room was incredible. She loved being chained to the bed. She loved the gag in her mouth, the way he made her dress and all of those dirty things he did to her. 

Paula had never, ever experienced orgasms as intense as the ones Mark had brought her, and she kind of hoped for maybe just a few more. Of course, the shame of betraying George wore on her after each time, but she was getting better at dealing with it.

But Mr. Davis was fast acting. Heck, he was even instrumental. Who knew that he was the one Mark's ex-wife left him for? How lucky was that? God truly did answer her prayers. He did save her. Paula thanked God all the way home.

She now thought exclusively about George. George was still the only man she had ever loved. Her feelings for him had never changed regardless of Mark. However, sex with her husband was nothing like it was with Mark and Paula knew she could not live the rest of her life with the same old stuff from George. But Paula loved George deeply. So, she decided she would change their lovemaking a bit and make him change as well. 

That night, as they lay in bed, Paula with her head on his chest and cradled in his arm, she leaned up and kissed him. Slowly, passionately, she kissed his lips. Paula's tongue slowly slipped into his mouth while her hands caressed his chest. 

Slowly, she unbuttoned his pajama top as her tongue met his. Her hands felt his skin as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. At first, George was hesitant, but he quickly followed suit, sucking Paula's tongue into his mouth.

As Paula kissed her husband, her hands traveled down his body, down his stomach. Her fingernails traced the line of the waistband of his pajama bottoms as their tongues entwined. Paula slipped her hand inside his bottoms and reached for George's penis. Not as big as Mark's, but definitely as hard. 

Paula slowly worked her hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him like she did back in high school. She lifted her head away from him and looked him in the eye with a devilish grin. 

Slowly, all the time locked in his gaze, she kissed and licked her way down his chest. She felt the muscles of his chest, stomach and thighs stiffening in nervous reaction to her. George watched as Paula moved lower down his body. 

Still staring at him, she smiled as she let go of his penis and pulled his bottoms down. George's penis sprang forward.

Paula looked down and then back up at George. She reached back over and began stroking him again. In a hushed voice, George asked "What's gotten into you? What are you doing?"

Smiling slyly up at him, Paula said "I overheard some of the women at work talking about things they do for their husbands, and Donna made this one sound like fun. I know it's a sin, but ....."

Paula, still staring into George's eyes, lowered her head and kissed George's erection. She slowly started licking up and down, like Mark had taught her. Her tongue flicked and danced across the head and along the shaft. 

Again, startled at first, George relaxed and moaned with pleasure as Paula took him into her mouth. She softly and gently began sucking him in and out, just as Mark had taught her. George moaned and groaned as Paula licked and sucked him. 

In almost no time, Paula could feel George stiffening in her mouth. He groaned loudly and tried to pull her up and off of his erection, but Paula tightened her lips and worked him even harder. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh."

George's cock exploded in her mouth. Stream after stream of cum pumped into Paula's mouth, on her lips and onto her chin. She held him there, taking all the George could give her. As he relaxed, she slowly lifted up off of him. 

She saw the look of shock on George's face. "Oh baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for ...... Oh God. I'm sorry. I would never ...... You must think I'm some kind of animal. I'm sorry. I love you." George stuttered and mumbled for a few seconds.

Paula looked up at him, cum still on her face and lips. "Shhhh. Sweetie. It's ok. I'm not mad. I kind of liked it." She wiped her face with a tissue from next to the bed. She smiled at a horrified George.

Finally, he said "We've never done anything like that before. The Bible says that's a sin. May God forgive me."

The smile left Paula's face as she looked up at him. She stared into his distraught face and sadly said, "Didn't you like it?"

George said, "It was like nothing I've ever felt before. It felt really good. But Paula, it's a sin and we can't ever do anything like that again. The Bible says sex is only for procreation and not pleasure. What we just did was for pleasure only. It felt incredible but it is Satan's handywork. May God forgive me."

Paula remained quiet for some time as George prayed softly, finally dejectedly adding, "May God forgive both of us."

George lay there for a time before falling off to sleep. He wrestled with emotions and desires he thought he had conquered with God's help a long time ago. He thought he had tamed his animal instincts back when he found religion but Paula had awoken those long suppressed urges. George vowed silently, over and over, to remain vigilant in his beliefs.

He thought a lot about Paula. Why had she succumbed so easily to the devil's temptation to sin? Maybe she wasn't the woman he thought she was?

Paula lay there too, her head resting on the chest of the only man she has ever loved. She laid there in silence for a long time. This may not be as easy as she had hoped. Paula slowly came to the realization that it would take George a long time to change, if at all. She finally drifted off to sleep.

Paula dreams a lot lately. She dreams that someday George will hold her head tightly down on his cock as he makes her suck it. Paula dreams that he will slap her ass, lick her pussy and fuck her ass hole. She dreams that someday soon, George will make her dress like a slut, chain her to a bed and use her like a whore. More than anything else, Paula dreams of cumming like Mark taught her to. 

But Paula's nights are now restless again. Mark released a thirst from inside her that George has not been able to quench. She betrayed Mark and saved herself from going to prison. Now, Paula can't save herself from her own desires. 

The man she loves cannot give her what she needs. Mark brought that out of her. She tried to escape it all with God's help, but God helped make her the way she was. As much as she tried to deny it to herself, she could not hide it from Mark even though neither could initially see it. 

It started by stealing money to help feed her family but in the end she only fed a hunger for herself. Now, her hunger lingers and love has not satisfied her. Paula needs more but not even God has helped.

Maybe Paula should have been more careful in what she prayed for. At first, she met a devil but wanted only her saint. Now the saint cannot compete with what the devil released inside of her. Or cleanse the sins of a sinner. Paula prays a lot. So far, in vain.