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The Boss Ch. 01

By: nhplayguy



Last summer, my wife went away on business for about 10 days. Even though we've been married for 6 years, we don't have any children, so I found myself with quite a bit of free time alone. We had an okay sex life – a little predictable and monotonous, but hell, I knew guys that weren't getting it at all, so I counted myself lucky.

Anyway, I've always had a prolific and vivid fantasy life, but I'd never cheated on my wife – partly due to lack of opportunity, I suppose, but also partly because I felt I didn't need the hassle. Well, with so much free time with nobody around, it was only a couple of days before I started surfing the porn sites on the web. 

I looked at everything – "regular" sex between couples, inter-racial, gang-bangs, BDSM – like I said my mind was full of fantasies. They all turned me on, but I found myself returning again and again to the sites with Dominant women and submissive men. I was absolutely addicted – so much so, that I even began reading erotic stories about it (actually, the stories were a bit more of a turn on than the pictures). 

Even within that genre, there are numerous sub-genres from which to choose. I quickly became enthralled with stories of women who, through any number of creative devices, subjugated men in a – shall we say – less than consensual way. Almost always it was centered around blackmail of some form. Invariably, once the woman had the guy by the balls, figuratively speaking, she would escalate the humiliation of him and, quite often, involve others in his degradation. 

At first, I had a difficult time understanding why this was turning me on. I was raised fairly conservatively, and I began to think of myself as some sort of pervert. Eventually, I settled on the explanation that anything taboo is, for many people, exciting and, the way I was raised, this was certainly taboo. 

"Oh well," I justified to myself. "It's just a fantasy. It's not like I'm actually doing it." 

Then one evening I got home from work to find Jan, my wife's boss, sitting on my front porch. 

"Hi Jan. What are you doing here? You know Donna's out of town, right?"

"Of course I know, Tom. I'm the one who sent her to Chicago, remember? I'm here because Donna asked me to stop by and look at your computer. She says it seems to be running slow. Is this a bad time? I know I didn't call. I can come back when it's more convenient."

"No, no, Jan. It's always a pleasure to see you. Actually, I could use the company. I was just surprised. Donna didn't mention anything to me about you coming over, that's all."

I wasn't kidding. It is always a pleasure to see Jan. She's 54, nearly 25 years older than me, but man, is she sexy! She's about 5'6", has salt and pepper hair, which she wears shoulder length, and incredibly beautiful green eyes. At first glance, she's fairly average looking, but every time those eyes meet mine, I melt. 

Obviously she doesn't have the body of a 20 year old, but there's something about a mature woman's body that's very alluring – the slight sag of her heavy breasts, the flair of her hips, the little pouch of a belly, legs that are not as thin as toothpicks, but actually have some shape – all the attributes that a young 20-something girl doesn't have. 

Also, Jan always dresses nicely in some sort of business suit. I've seen her wear suits with pants, but today she was wearing a skirted suit. The skirt came a few inches above the knee and I took the opportunity to admire her legs. Her blouse, while professional, did accentuate and flatter her breasts. Yes, overall quite a nice picture. That being said, by far the most attractive thing about Jan – at least as far as I'm concerned – is her attitude. She has a very confident bearing and is completely comfortable in her own skin. 

As we went into the house, she asked where the computer was.

"Wow, right down to business, huh? Aren't you hungry, or have you already eaten?" I asked.

"Actually, I am hungry," she replied. "But I don't want to tie up your entire night."

"All I was going to do was stay in and watch the tube, anyway," I said. "I don't have a lot here, though, so we'll have to either go out, or I can pick up something and bring it back here."

"Okay. Well, why don't we just get a pizza and eat here? I don't really feel like going out. I'll get started looking at your computer while we're waiting – where is it?"

I showed her to the computer and asked if she wanted anything to drink. She said she'd wait for the pizza, so I went to call in the order. Afterwards, I began walking back to the office when the phone rang. By the time I got to the office, to my surprise, Jan had answered it. Jan is always very assertive – some might say forward, or maybe even pushy – so I probably shouldn't have been surprised that she answered someone else's phone. 

Anyway, judging from what I heard of her end of the conversation, the caller must've asked "Who's this?" Jan responded in quintessential "Jan fashion".

"You're calling me – who's this?"

Pause.

"Oh, hi Donna. It's me, Jan."

Pause.

"(Chuckle) I'm sorry, Donna. I can imagine what you thought."

Pause.

"Oh, I just got here about 10 minutes ago. In fact the computer hasn't even fully booted yet."

Pause.

"Of course. Hold on. Tom, Donna's on the phone."

"Hi Honey," I said when I picked up the extension.

"Hi. Boy, that was a surprise," my wife said. "It's pretty disconcerting to call from out of town and have another woman answer the phone. I forgot all about asking Jan to look at the computer. "

"Yeah. You also forgot to tell me she'd be coming by," I replied.

"Sorry, Honey. I guess I've had a lot on my mind lately. Do me a favor – please be as accommodating to Jan as you can. She can seem a little brusque sometimes, but she's not an asshole. In fact, she's very nice. She's just used to people doing what she says."

"Okay. I'll do whatever she wants," I said, just as Jan walked into the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow and gave a little smirk when she heard me say that. 

Donna and I talked for another 15 or 20 minutes – ending only when the pizza arrived. In that time, Jan apparently had finished what she had to do with the computer. She walked out of the office carrying a CD, which she put into her pocketbook. I didn't really think too much about it at the time – I guess I figured that she'd brought it with her to do some kind of upgrade.

We were eating out on the back deck, when I noticed Jan staring at me. Neither of us had spoken for a while – we were so intent on eating – so when I saw her looking at me the way she was, I was a little taken aback. I gave her a quizzical look, but she just continued to paralyze me with those hypnotically beautiful eyes.

"Tom," she said softly.

"Yes Jan," I answered, entranced.

"I'd like a drink."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed. "I've completely forgotten my manners."

"It's okay, Tom. I forgive you because I know that you're going to do whatever I want," she said with a self-satisfied smile.

I just let the comment hang in the air, not knowing how, or even whether, to respond. As I got up to get the glasses, I asked her what she'd like.

"I'm in the mood for something hard," she said. 

Was it just me, or was she purposely playing with words? In my mind, I said, "I've got something hard for you," but of course I didn't say it out loud.

As if reading my mind, she quickly followed up with, "Do you have anything hard you can give me, Tom?"

Okay. It wasn't my imagination. She was definitely flirting.

"Um – we have whiskey – both scotch and blended," I stammered, trying like hell not to get trapped by my wife's boss. The last thing I needed was for Jan to tell my wife that I'd made a play for her.

"I guess blended will have to do for now – with ginger ale if you have any."

"Of course," I answered. "That's what I drink, also." 

I made a drink for each of us and handed Jan hers, then sat down. As soon as I sat, she slipped her right foot out of her heeled pump and placed it in my lap. 

"Give me a foot massage, Tom. I've been wearing those heels all day and my feet are killing me."

It didn't have the tone of a request for a favor. It sounded much more like a command. Without thinking, I began massaging her foot. I kneaded her arch and gently bent her toes backward and forward. I rubbed the top of her instep and let my fingers massage the tendons around her ankles.

"Mmm, you're good," she cooed.

She slipped off her other shoe and placed it on the arm of my chair.

"Do the other foot now."

Again a commanding tone. Again I followed her order. 

As I moved my hands to her left foot, she didn't remove her right foot from my lap. Instead she began flexing it – very nonchalantly at first, but gradually becoming more blatant about groping my crotch with her foot. This surprised me (looking back, I don't know why – but it did), and I stopped massaging her other foot for a moment. Jan shot a look back at me and again those green eyes pierced my soul. She then moved her eyes back to her left foot, tacitly commanding my attention back there. I quickly rejoined my effort massaging her left foot, and Jan continued foot-groping my crotch with impunity.

Eventually I arrived at her ankle and I was about to stop when she said, "Keep going. Massage my calf."

I hesitated.

"Tom. You're not doing as I say," she said with a touch of irritation in her voice.

"I'm sure this isn't what Donna had in mind," I answered lamely.

"This isn't about what Donna wants," she said matter-of-factly. "This is about what I want. Ultimately, it's also about what you want."

"What do you mean?" I asked, becoming a little wary.

"I mean I could use a good submissive to please me in any way I see fit. And let's face it, Tom – you desperately want to serve me. You want that more than you've ever wanted anything in your life."

"No...really...I..."

"Don't try to deny it, Tom. Just look at how hard your cock is."

Just hearing Jan say the word cock got me even harder. 

"Well, of course..."

"Tom, Tom, Tom. Don't even think of saying that the only reason you're hard is because I've been touching you. I know better, and so do you. You're hard – probably harder than you've ever been – because you're getting the sense that I'm beginning to dominate you."

I just hung my head.  

"You want me to dominate you, don't you Tom?"

I remained silent.

She moved so fast, she was a blur. The next thing I knew, she had her hand on my crotch and began squeezing – hard.

"Tom, I asked you a question. Answer me," she demanded.

"Ow, Janet, you're hurting me."

"Yes, and I can squeeze much harder than this, Tom. When I ask you a question, you answer me. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Please let go. I'll answer you," I begged.

She let go and I sighed, an instant relief settling on me.

"Speak Tom. I'm not a patient woman. Tell me what I already know – that you want to be dominated by me."

"Well, I do want to be dominated – and you are an incredibly sexy woman – but no, I can't cheat on Donna."

"Then why don't you ask, or better yet beg, Donna to do it?"

"I can't. She would never do it"

"How do you know?"

"I just know. All she ever wants is straight missionary sex – and then only when I initiate it. She thinks everything else is too kinky. She would never even try to seduce me, never mind control me. Are you kidding me? Seriously, if she knew I even had these thoughts, she'd see me as weird and I'd have real problems getting sex from her at all."

"Hmm," Janet began. "It seems that you have a conundrum. Well I, for one, think it's wrong for you to hide who you are and not be allowed to express your sexuality. I'm going to do you a favor, Tom. I'm going to allow you to serve me. Don't worry, I know you're right about Donna – she's much too...um... demure, to ever initiate anything – and I suspect that you're right – if she ever found out about your, shall we say "unconventional", desires, your marriage would be over. I can tell that just by working with her. No, Donna will never find out. I'll be very discreet. Let's start off slow. Come here and give me a back rub."

"I'm sorry, Janet, but I just can't," I said, looking at the floor.

"Okay, Tom. Just this once I'll ask nicely. Please do me a favor and go get my pocketbook on the kitchen counter."

"Um, okay," I replied, slightly confused. Why didn't she just pick it up on the way out?

I retrieved her pocketbook and brought it to her. I remained standing after I handed it to her.

"Please sit down, Tom – I'm not leaving. I just wanted to show you something," she said with a smile as she removed the CD from her pocketbook. "You don't know much about computers, do you?" She asked rhetorically.

"No, not really. I just use it occasionally. I'm certainly no expert. But I figure I don't have to be a mechanic to know how to drive a car, either."

"I suppose that's true," she said. "But ignorance of how your computer works can get you into trouble."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"Well, for example, your computer retains every web site you ever visit. This CD I'm holding has all the ones you've been visiting the last few days." She just let that hang in the air for a moment, then she continued. "Now, if you think you have nothing to hide – if you think that Donna would be totally okay with the sites you've been visiting lately – then you don't have to serve me. However, if you'd rather not have her find out, then I suggest you do exactly as I say, because if you don't, I promise you that she'll see what you've been up to. I hope I've made myself clear, Tom."

"Yes, you have."

"Hmm, I see you have a lot to learn. Tom, when you address me, or respond to me, you will address me as Mistress. Now let's try that again...I hope I've made myself clear."

"Yes, Mistress. You have."

"Excellent. Now we can begin. A back-rub isn't going to cut it now, though, Tom. I think you need to prove to me how devout you are. Come here – on your hands and knees."

I got onto my knees and crawled over to her. As I got to where she was, she opened her legs and raised her skirt. I started moving my head closer and stuck out my tongue, but she slapped me in the face and then grabbed me by the hair and turned my face up to look her in the face.

"Did I say you would get to taste me?"

"No, Mistress."

"Of course not, slave. You haven't earned that privilege yet. Oh, your face is going into my crotch all right, but you better not stick out your tongue unless I tell you to."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I found myself saying.

Her only response was to pull my face into her crotch hard – controlling me by pulling my hair this way and that, according to her whim. After several minutes of this, she stood and commanded me to get undressed. Once I was nude, she instructed me to find some of Donna's lingerie and put it on.

I found some panties and a basic bra, put them on, and walked back out to the deck where Janet was waiting. She walked around me checking me out and giving me a pinch on my ass. Then she stood in front of me again and gently caressed my cock through the smooth fabric of my panties.

"Not the sexiest stuff in the world," she remarked. "But I guess it'll have to do for tonight. Tomorrow I'll accompany you shopping so we can get you some appropriately slutty attire. Because that's what you are, isn't it, Tom? My slut!" 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Very good," she purred. "Now get back on your knees and remove my panties."

I hit my knees immediately – both because I truly wanted to submit to her, and also because I especially wanted to taste her pussy. It appeared that time was here. I slid her panties over her nice firm ass and down her gorgeous legs. She stepped out of them and then got on her knees on the chair – facing the back of the chair with her luscious ass pointing right at me.

I was hard as a rock with pre-cum dribbling down my shaft and soaking my panties. God, I was actually going to get the chance to lick and suck that wet, delicious pussy.

"Come closer, Tom. Now you can stick out that tongue of yours..." she said as she pulled her ass cheeks apart. "And use it on my ass. I want you to rim my asshole really well, Tom. If you're good enough, then I'll reward you by letting you taste my pussy – but you have to prove yourself first. You don't get the pussy until you prove how good you are with your mouth and tongue."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied and settled in for what turned out to be about a half hour of rimming her beautiful asshole.

Actually, I wasn't looking forward to it. Just the thought of my tongue up her asshole kind of turned me off. I was only willing to do it because she had commanded it – and I was hers, no doubt about it. A strange thing happened, though. I started getting into it when I heard her moans and felt her pressing her ass harder into my face. Her moans were legitimate – she had no reason to fake it, she was in charge – and just knowing that I was bringing her that much pleasure made me happy – and hornier than I'd ever been in my life. My cock was positively throbbing now, and my panties were soaked through with the river of pre-cum practically pouring out of my cock.

Finally, she'd apparently had enough because she turned around and sat on the chair.

"Oh, Tom, that was just lovely," she said. "Come and get your reward."

She spread her legs and beckoned me forward. She gently caressed my hair as I tentatively moved my face toward her drenched pussy.

"Come on, Tom. Don't be shy. I'm not even going to manipulate your head. You proved your ability to bring pleasure with your mouth. I know you want to please me. I'm going to just let you do it your way."

So I went down on her and I honestly don't know who enjoyed it more. Certainly she enjoyed it – at the risk of sounding immodest, I'm quite good at it – but the reason I'm so good at it is because I love doing it – and I never enjoyed it more than with Janet. I loved the way her body responded, and besides, she was absolutely delicious. I brought her to two orgasms and then she was satisfied and let me stop. As much as I love it, after 40 or 45 minutes my jaw and tongue were sore and exhausted.

"Mmm, that was wonderful, Tom – truly. I'm so impressed, I'm going to allow you to cum. Why don't you roll over on your back and relax?" 

I did as she instructed and she pulled my panties down and off. She pushed my legs up toward my chest and told me to hold them there. Then she ran the fingers of her right hand over my cock and gathered a fair amount of my pre-cum onto them and then stuck her fingers into my mouth and ordered me to clean them off. After I did so, she took my panties into her left hand and, using them as a type of glove, started stroking my painfully hard cock with the silky material. 

As she was stroking me, she gathered more of my juice onto the fingers of her right hand and then pushed two fingers right up my asshole. I grunted at the unexpectedness of it. It didn't really hurt, I guess, so much as it just surprised me. She began working her fingers in and out patiently and I actually started enjoying it. My initial grunt turned into a long moan.

"You like that, don't you, my good little slut?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Very much."

"Good. I'm glad. Are you close to coming?"

"Yes, Mistress. Very close."

"Okay, you have permission to cum whenever you're ready."

After she said that, she began stroking my cock faster and harder with my silky panties. Then, all of a sudden, she rammed three fingers up my ass hard and I came, and came, and came – completely filling the panties with my sticky ecstasy.

I hope you liked this story. Chapter two will follow as soon as I can find the time – hopefully soon. As always, your comments are welcome and helpful.

The Boss Ch. 01



I feel his eyes on me again.

It's been this way since I took over for his aging secretary, Ms. Woods, three months ago. He's constantly undressing me without laying a hand on me.

And I wish that he'd lay a hand on me, slide some of his fingers in me, put his cock inside of me, fuck me.

As much as I'd like that, he doesn't go that extra step. He just undresses me with his eyes. I've wondered what would happen if I took the bull by the horns.

I can feel his eyes undressing me again. And then I hear his office door shut behind him.

This is just another day at the office, only not quite. It's closing time and people are rushing, trying to clear out as fast as possible to get to their weekends as fast as possible.

I've got some filing work to do, trying to catch up on the week. I glance over at inner office that has his name etched on the glass of the door. The door is shut but he's in there; I never saw him leave.

I keep filing for about a half hour and then I can't do it anymore. I can't think of anything else but what I've been thinking about all day. Since I got out of bed, in fact. Since I dressed specifically for the occasion. I've been thinking about what I want all day long. And I can't wait any longer.

I walk to his door and knock softly. He hears me and welcomes me in.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Kellogg?" He's looking down at something, reading something, in fact. There are so many things he can do for me.

I unbutton my blouse slowly. But he doesn't look up, engrossed in whatever it is that sits on his oak desk. Slowly, my black bra becomes visible. Slowly, my tan skin above and beneath the bra becomes apparent. Then the blouse is on the floor and I'm reaching back and unzipping my skirt.

"Miss Kellogg," my boss says again, trying to prompt me into answering his question. He's playing formal here. He knows my first name but he doesn't say it. He doesn't have to. He'll be screaming it shortly.

"Shhh," I say and let the skirt hit the floor and then I'm just in heels, black high-cut panties and my black bra. He looks up at my shushing and realizes for the first time that I'm deadly serious about this. 

My heart is hammering but I'm anything but nervous.

I reach his desk and I lean over it, letting him take in my tits. I reach forward and grab his hands and start to bring them toward my breasts but he fights me.

That unnerves me a bit. Isn't this what he's always wanted? He never gave me any indication that he didn't desire about this before. I feel the ring on his finger and immediately understand what his problem is. But I'm determined.

"Oh, baby," I coo to him, "if this is what's wrong, why don't we just do something about it?"

I place my forefinger and my thumb on the gold band and start to slide it off when he pulls back both of his hands and slides the ring back onto the finger.

"Don't fight this," I say under my breath, my voice sounding demonic even to me. I want him. He's wanted me. But when it comes time to act on what he's been fantasizing about, he can't pull the trigger? Bullshit. We're doing this.

I come around the side of the desk and corner him in his chair. I'm not taking no for an answer. I put one of my feet up onto the chair, my toes in his crotch, touching his hard cock. I smile and rub the sole of my shoe up and down his length.

"Don't fight this," I say again, my voice sweeter than honey now. I remove my foot and then I'm on his lap and kissing his hot, wet mouth before he can even think to stop me. I shove my tongue into his mouth and twirl it around his. His hands are in my hair, then down to my ass. 

"Do it, baby," I say and he shoves his hands into my panties and he sinks his fingers and his fingernails into my cheeks. Yes, I think, and keep kissing him, savoring the rough touch of his hands on my ass. I want so much for him to just slide a finger up my crack but, if it's been so difficult getting him to submit to this much, I doubt that kind of thing will ever happen.

My hand goes to his crotch and I'm rubbing his hardness through his pants. I note that he wears no underwear as I can't feel any through the material. I find his zipper and free him and then I creep downward, forcing his hands from my ass.

I'm on my knees with his cock in my hand and then in my mouth, my tongue driving him towards ecstasy, swirling up and down and then around the head, licking the underside with quick flicks. I take him down my throat again, as far as I can go without gagging. He's thick and lengthy, a beautiful combination. Up and down on his pole I go, my oral skills making him go crazy.

It's not long before I feel him starting to tense for his orgasm and I wonder if I can keep him from coming but then he's spurting and some of his spunk hits the back of my throat and I swallow. I remove his cock from my mouth and let him shoot the rest of his come onto my face and tits, just like in a porno. 

When he's finished, he leans back in his chair, exhausted, sweating profusely. His cock remains in the zipper hole of his pants, slowly going soft but not really shrinking. I marvel at this.

"Christ," he says at last. 

I think he's talking about our experience but he's looking at his watch and gathering his shit and making for the door.

Oh, fuck that, I think and get there before he can.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I demand.

"I'm late for dinner with my wife," he says and moves me from my post in front of the door. 

"Thank you so much," he says just before he leaves.

No kiss, no promise of something more. Just thank you.

Oh, fuck that.

To Be Continued...



The Boss Ch. 01





Chapter 1: Monday Mornings

Monday mornings always sucked. This morning was worse than usual however. My head still hurt from imbibing way too much alcohol over the weekend. I hadn't drunk so much that I blacked out since I was a 19 year old corporal and stationed at Fort Hood, Texas; over a decade ago. I guess it just goes to show that sometimes a guy never learns.

I tried to ignore my lingering headache and focus my attention at the task at hand. Following my usual morning routine, I was making the final adjustments to the large butt plug that would work Mandy's veteran asshole for the rest of the day. Mandy was my personal secretary. She was a cute, mousy, little blond in her early 30's. You know the type: Bubbly personality. Terminally flirty. Every guy at the office's wet dream. I'd been plugging up her ass for years, ever since we discovered our mutual love of the gaping female nether hole over a few too many beers at the bank's Christmas party some time back. 

"Mr. X, would you mind finishing up? I need to get the Franklin account filed before lunch," Mandy asked politely as my mind wandered again. She was bent over my desk with the skirt of her suit thrown up over her back while she reached around to pull her ass cheeks apart helpfully for me. I had the three inch by twelve inch rubber dong about half way up her bum when I had gotten distracted with thoughts of my old military days. 

I didn't approve of normal butt plugs. In my very learned opinion, the tapering at the neck allowed the sphincter to relax and defeated the entire purpose of the exercise. As such, I preferred dilator plugs that either were a consistent thickness along the entire length or even got wider towards the base. Of course this required rubber or leather panties to be worn to keep the plugs in, but that was a mute point; she had to wear panties anyway, didn't she?

"Sorry Mandy, here you go," I apologized as I forced the remainder of the plug into her bottom. I massaged her well toned ass cheeks as she gasped in surprise and tensed at the unexpected violation. "I trust this is to your satisfaction?" I asked as I pulled up her leather panties, situated them around her waist and attached the tiny padlock at the small of her back, locking the plug in her ass until I took it back out just before we left for the day. The lock was unnecessary as she would never take it out without asking, but we both enjoyed out little games together and the added aspect of submission really got her juices flowing. Sometimes I was a little jealous of her boyfriend Jeff as she was usually so hot and bothered by the time she got off work that he was the one who got thrown onto the bed and fucked when she got home, not the other way around. 

"That's just about right. Thank you Mr. X," Mandy said as she stood up and smoothed out her pin striped skirt over her bubble butt. She would be moving around the office all day with that large plug shoved up her backside while most of our coworkers would be oblivious to the plight of her straining sphincter and well stretched lower intestine. "Although, over the last week or so, I've really started to be able to get around without much discomfort. In fact, I almost forget I have this in me sometimes. I think we may need to step my butt up a size or two tomorrow," she said mischievously and grinned. 

"I think that's a lovely idea, Mandy!" I responded. "Why don't you take the petty cash credit card down to the boutique over lunch and buy a few more appropriately sized models and we'll try them on for size tomorrow morning. Just to make sure we have enough time for a proper fitting, clear my schedule from 8:00 to 9:00 tomorrow morning. That should give us enough time to properly pack your hole. I'm thinking something around three and a half inches wide and maybe sixteen inches or so long. Use that as a baseline but get whatever size you think will make you feel most uncomfortable but still allow you to get you job done." 

"Of course, Mr. X. That sounds perfect," she responded as she headed for the door, ass swaying provocatively as she did. "Oh! Don't forget, you have a 10:00 AM with Mr. Bixby from City Mutual and an 11:00 AM lunch meeting with Mr. Stevens from corporate." With that she was out of my office and back to her duties. 

Damn! I hate it when she leaves but I love watching her go!

***

I looked at my desk clock; it was already 9:20 and I was getting too annoyed for this early on a Monday morning. Or at least I should be. Janet's till from Friday had come up five cents short. Again! This was a reoccurring problem with the girls who worked the drive through window. Despite my extraordinary leadership and motivational abilities -- and I have the corporate certificates and impressive looking awards framed on the wall to prove it -- those girls just kept misplacing money. A nickel here. A dime there. I swear! If it wasn't for me covering for them they would have been sent packing years ago! Of course, I had reviewed the security tapes from last week and I'd watched Janet deliberately open her drawer, pull out a nickel, and drop it down her abundant cleavage; all while looking at the camera and smiling mischievously. A good manager's job is never done I guess.

I opened my lower left desk drawer to retrieve my 'Teller Correctional Panties', as I liked to call them. They were something of my own invention. They looked a lot like a normal garter belt at first glance, but that's where the similarity ended. A garter belt went around a woman's waist with straps hanging down and ending in clips to hold up stockings, but these panties were slightly modified. The straps that hung down did not end in clips but small metal hooks. They were designed to be inserted into a woman's anus and pulled tautly outward forcing the most delicious gapes. I'd dubbed them 'Gape Panties'. I'd tried to sell the design to a few lingerie companies but it seems that the world just isn't quite ready for models to walk down the Paris runway while reporters and socialites examine their colon health from the comfort of their seats. I guess I'm just ahead of my time. 

I walked out of my office and passed Mandy's desk on my way to the drive through tellers' booth. She was hard at work surfing the web for the latest in butt busting paraphernalia and nodded politely at my passing. I glanced at the screen long enough to see she was on a page that catered to gay men with a similar anal fetish; tomorrow morning should be fun, I thought to myself. 

As I reached the locked door to the drive through tellers' booth I banished all traces of a smile from my face and put on my best disappointed frown; back to business. My key card allowed me access to the booth and I stepped inside. Only the two tellers who worked the drive through, Mandy and myself had unfettered access to this part of the bank; a fact which allowed me a certain freedom to choose only very qualified women for the teller positions back here. 

"Good morning, Mr. X," Janet and Mai said in unison as they glanced at me from their positions. While Janet was a slightly older red head in her mid 40s, Mai was much younger lady in her later 20's and of Japanese descent. Both women took care of themselves however, and my dick hardened at the sight of them. They were both naked from the waist down, save for garter belts, stocking and heels. While such a dress code would have been scandalous at any bank in the world, they got away with it because the outside wall came up to their chests and hid their lower bodies from our customers. No one inside the bank had access to their booth that wasn't already in on their unorthodox dress code, so they couldn't be surprised by their coworkers either. 

The only two seats in the room were two tall stools on which they would sit. The stools themselves were normal; the large cone shaped plugs mounted to their tops were not. The cones were wide enough at the base that there was no way that their butt cheeks could ever actually touch the stool's seats, but that was the point. At the moment, Janet was sitting down attending a customer while Mai was standing at the back of the booth filling out paper work. Mai turned slightly, without interrupting her work, to give me an excellent view of her dilated and gaping anus. Japanese Henti artists had at least one thing right: The sight of a beautiful Asian girl with an obscenely gaping anus was a truly magnificent form of art! 

I walked up beside Mai, pretending to inspect her work. My hand, as nonchalantly as possible, found her shapely ass cheeks, squeezed it once and then disappeared up between those same shapely ass cheeks; her sphincter quickly adjusting itself around my wrist. Mai, to her credit, barely registered a flinch.

"Have a good weekend, Mai?" I asked.

"Not too bad, Mr. X," she responded without missing a beat. "I was visiting my parents up state all weekend. Needless to say, I'm glad to be back to work. They do get very tiresome." 

"Parents can be like that," I responded starting to pull my hand out slightly until her young sphincter was tautly stretched around the largest part of my clenched fist before allowing my hand to be sucked back into her needy body. "I don't go home much for that very same reason." I took up a slow, steady rhythm of fisting her ass as she continued to appease the bureaucracy. I waited for Janet to finish up with her oblivious customer: A cranky old lady who wanted her check cashed with this many $20s, that many $10s and the rest in rolls of quarters. Who the hell needs $50 in quarters in the 21st century anyway, I asked myself. Finally, Janet finished up and the cranky old lady drove off. 

"Would you mind putting this on hold for a few minutes while I have a word with Janet?" I asked Mai, regretfully extracting my hand from her softly convulsing anus.

"Certainly, Mr. X," she responded regretfully. The slight flush on her cheeks, the ones on her face not below the ones below her waist -- stay with me here people -- the only noticeable telltale of how much she was getting into her impromptu anal fisting session. She glanced quickly out of the thick bullet proof window to ensure that no customers were waiting before bringing my soiled hand up to her lips to clean off my fingers. Her eyes never left mine as she moved from one finger to the next; ensure each one was sparkling clean. It never ceased to amaze me how much suction the young woman could create with her mouth. It was one of her most admiral talents. Too bad it's not the kind of thing that would be acceptable to place on a resume.

Finished with her task, she returned to her seat. Mai lined up the cone shaped plug under her recently vacated rectum and lowered herself down. The muscular ring opened up like it was accepting an old friend, which it most definitely was. She pulled her feet up to the highest set of bars on the stool to place her full weight onto her ass's outer ring. She then took a few seconds to reapply the thin straps of Velcro that held her ankles to her thighs before her next customer pulled up to her window. Mai began talking to her new customer with no outward signs of the amount of stress that she'd just willfully placed her talented nether hole under; she really did love the dress code at her job!

I took a step over to Janet as she turned on her stool to face me. The stool itself didn't turn; she merely allowed the oversized cone violating her back hole to rotate 180 degrees around the inside her straining orifice. She had a knowing look in her eye. 

"What can I help you with, Mr. X?" she asked. I sized her up, like I always do when she's in this position. Her natural FF cup breasts were almost busting out the top of the almost-too-revealing-to-be-appropriate-in-a-business-environment silk blouse she normally wore; possibly the source of the aforementioned cranky old lady's crankiness. However, most of the male customers, and even some of the female ones, appreciated the view very much and so no one ever said anything to her about her choice of tops.

Just below where her blouse ended her engorged and dripping pussy lips were clearly visible, as was the lower part of the cone shaped plug prying apart her well worn asshole. My eyes traveled back up her body in a most unprofessional manner to meet her eyes once again. I banished the smile that had formed on my face and put my best disappointed frown back on; the one I had put on earlier before getting distracted with Mai. My momentary lapse in sternness did not go unnoticed my Janet, but she didn't comment on it. What good is her pretending to screw up, and me pretending to punish her, if we don't play our preordained rolls? 

"It seems that your till came up short again last Friday, Janet. This is your seventh discrepancy this month," I said seriously. Janet's face showed sudden bewilderment and she cast her eyes down, right on queue. 

"Ooooh! Busted!" Mai proclaimed from behind me. 

I turned my head around to look at Mai briefly to reprimand her. "And your record is none too brilliant either Ms. Zhu. I suggest you attend your customer and leave the employee correction to me: The manager. You know, the guy who makes the big bucks to make sure that you two still have jobs tomorrow," I said with a slight twinkle in my eye. Mai, looking properly scolded, found something else to focus her attention on; I'm pretty sure it was more the wiggling of her hips to force the cone further up into her ass than it was the impatient looking man in the pickup truck at her window. 

I returned my attention to the errant teller in front of me, "Here at Town Bank we do not condone or tolerate sloppy money handling; this is a bank after all! I'm afraid you leave me no choice but to apply corporal punishment or to put in the paper work for your position's immediate termination. It's your choice. Which is it going to be?" I already knew the answer before I even asked the question; it's the same ultimatum I give her once or twice a week. 

"I'm sorry sir, I guess I need reminding again," she answered without meeting my eyes. "I do get too sloppy at times."

"I assumed as much," I responded, knowing that the sloppiness she was referring to was not the sloppiness of her work. It was a far more accurate description to the dual holes between her legs and buttocks. "Go ahead and stand up and let's get you into your 'Teller Correctional Panties'," I commanded.

She meekly stood up, stepped to the side of her stool and bent over the counter slightly. I kneeled down behind her, holding up the gaper panties so she could step into them with practiced ease. After I had secured them around her waist, I seated the hooks into her still gaping anus. Just standing there her ass must have been gaping at least three inches across! 

"Just remember: This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me," I said I as I stared to pull the straps tight. Janet closed her eyes and whimpered as the straps were drawn outwards forcefully; her bright red rosebutt opening up like a flower in blossom in the spring. I continued to pull and tug at the straps as hard as I could until the gaping chasm between her butt cheeks was over five inches in diameter. Janet was shaking slightly with a tear or two in her eyes by the time I'd finished. 

"Now, hopefully you'll do better in the future," I said as I admired the view. I could see right up into her guts for almost a foot; a foot of intestine and beyond that I knew well enough to be her proctologist. I could have stayed there for hours admiring that beautiful distended anus but I had other duties to attend to. Standing back up, I placed my hands on Janet's shoulders and guided her tortured asshole back over the large cone on top of her stool. I pushed downwards and she sat obediently, allowing her punished sphincter to wrap itself around the majority of the cone shaped plug once again. I leaned down to once more admire my handiwork and noticed that Janet's asshole had become so dilated that her cheeks were now less than an inch from actually touching the seat; the additional force of the Teller Correctional Panties assisting the plug to force her asshole to almost five and a half inches in diameter. I made a mental note to have Mandy pick up the next size larger cone plug for Janet's stool when she went shopping over lunch. I should probably go ahead and have her pick up a larger one for Mai also; I don't like playing favorites after all. 

"Now that that little bit of unpleasantness is done with, you ladies have a productive day," I said heading for the door. "Janet, come see me in my office sometime after lunch once you think you've been properly chastised." She nodded wordlessly.

"Oh, just one more thing before I forget," I said turning away from the door and walking up to stand behind Mai. Picking up a random sheet of paper on her counter and addressing the young Japanese girl, "be sure to get a copy of this on my desk before lunch." The actual form was irrelevant. In fact, I had no idea what it even was. It was just a nonchalant way for me to put my hand on her shoulder and press firmly downwards; this added fifty or sixty more pounds of body weight to her already tortured anal sphincter. I was rewarded with a soft squeak from Mai as she sank farther down on the widening cone by at least another inch.

"Of course, sir," she responded pleasantly after only a few moments hesitation to regain her composure. "Would you like to continue our conversation on bureaucracy that we already started over lunch? I'm sure your knowledge on the topic is 'large' enough to 'fill' any questions I may still have," she said with a sly grin.

"Unfortunately, no. Not today," I responded with heartfelt regret. Mai looked noticeably deflated. "I have a lunch meeting that will probably run long. And I don't expect it to be anywhere near as satisfying as our usual lunch time conversations. Perhaps Mandy can free up some time on my calendar this afternoon. Give her a call and see what she can move around."

"Yes, sir! I'll be sure to do that," Mai said cheerfully. That girl's insatiable lust for all things anal never ceased to impress me.

Finally taking my exit, I closed the teller booth door and headed for my office. I knew I wouldn't see Janet again to remove her 'Teller Correctional Panties' until it was closing time. Since she made a point to intentionally screw up and be forced to wear them, she had no intention of shortening her sentence. 

God! I love my employees sometimes!

As I passed by Mandy's desk, she stopped me with a raised finger. "Beth Johnson is holding on line three for you, sir."

"Thank you, Mandy. I'll take it in a minute," I said as I walked into my inner office. 

It's good to be The Boss.



The Boss Ch. 01



The first day in the new location, new for me that is .I had been asked to transfer to get the branch office back on its feet, it was on the verge of being closed but I went over the books and thought it could be a viable operation again.

I could feel the eyes of the girls as I walked to my office, would they resent me or look to me as the person who could save their jobs. The young lady closest to the door was a real beauty, I sensed her eyes following me every time I walked past her. I finally introduced myself, 

"Hi I'm Laura and I know you are Mona, the head bookkeeper, you and I will be working together quite a bit as I need to see a lot of the figures from the years sales. She was nervous, taking my hand, it trembled a little and was a bit sweaty.

"Hi" she managed to get out, a gulp then "I'm looking forward to it." Her nipples stuck out so far you could have used them to hang clothes.

Later in the day I stood behind her, resting my hand on her shoulder, She actually shuddered and those nipples pointed through her thin blouse. I massaged her shoulders some as she almost moaned letting out a loud sigh. I had her figured out. She was begging to be made love to and I was just the gal to it.

"It's 5, quitting time lets you and I go for a drink, there's a nice bar in the hotel I'm staying at."

She nodded her agreement. I made sure to put my hand on her ass as though to help her through the doors, giving it a little rub. We had a couple of drinks she loosened up, and she made no protest when I caressed her thigh and agreed readily when I suggested we go to my room.

Wow I couldn't help but think , she oozed sex. In the room I rubbed her shoulders again, always a good way to break the ice, even though there wasn't a lot of ice to break. 

She gave a sigh of pleasure. I dropped a hand to her breast, cupping it the nipple straight out.

She had amazing nipples. I had never seen them so large. I undid some buttons on her blouse, reaching under it to unhook her bra, sliding the other hand under it now caressing her bare breast. 

"You like this" I whispered. Her moan told me all I needed to know as I undid the rest of her buttons, pushing her blouse down her arms followed by her bra. My hands roamed over her , she was such a beauty, kissing her neck, she turned, my kisses where now at her lips, my tongue pressing into her mouth. I felt her hands cupping my tits as I undid her skirt letting it fall, them her hose and panties followed. Let's take you to the bedroom. I led her stroking her as we went.

Mona cupped my breast.......also unzipped my dress. It fell to the ground.....She undid my bra......took my nipple...pinched it.

Then Mona lowered her head and kissed my other nipple.....Her teeth bit into it. It felt so good...so hard.

Both naked we dropped onto the bed, clutching, stroking kissing with wild abandon. I slide on top of her. "Do you want me to fuck you, " I asked, grinding my mound into hers.

"Oh yes......take me." Mona tells me. I grinned to myself this bitch was mine alright. "Tell again how much you want me to fuck you, "

I raised my hips up a bit , she protested don't stop please don't stop . "Tell me then slut." I told her. Mona grab my hand and pulled it to her pussy......

"Touch me.....there...." Mona sighed......kissing my mouth....our tongues touching.

Uumm there is no feeling like having a naked females pressed against each other, the softness of her breasts against mine. Her legs intertwined with mine, her thighs pressed against the side of my face the feel of her wet pussy, don't get me wrong I like to see a naked male with his phallus sticking out or flaccid for that matter but nothing beats a female. I grind my mound into hers kissing her on the mouth lightly biting her lips pushing my tongue in. She is moaning more, wrapping her legs around me kissing me in return, her hands rubbing up and down back urging me on. I raise up, "nnoooo don't stop , " I murmur "Baby. I'm going to make you fly. I manage to work my way up her legs, move to her breasts, licking the nipples, sucking them at first softly then harder as she arches her back , gasping "yes I love that."

Closing my lips on it sucking hard, moving down her body, licking her perfectly rounded belly then to her seat of pleasure, I love the trimmed v of her pubic hair teasing it, my tongue finding her pussy, licking the full length of it moving to her protruding clit taking it in between my lips rubbing my tongue over sucking it my fingers part her sliding into her sopping wet cunt followed by my tongue as I caress her clit with my thumb.

I move around so you can reach my pussy, your tongue sends a shiver thru me as I move one leg to give you better access to my cunt oh yeah tongue fuck me, I feel the tip of your thumb press against my ass hole. Mona's thumb almost sends me over the top , my face in between those thighs , lapping at her pussy, gently biting her clit then going down her slit to her asshole , teasing it with my tongue then going back up I love the feel of soft thighs trapping my face between them , reaching up , getting a nipple between my thumb and forefinger pinching. By her moans I know she likes it , pinching harder and harder as she approaches orgasm.

"Yes yes harder please harder, oh fuck make it hurt." My pain slut begs and I comply now pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple , shoving my tongue into her sopping wet hole playing with her clit with my other hand , she is so into it she stops trying to please me and is lost in her desire to cum.

I manage to get her nipple twisted around I'm surprised she isn't screaming in pain but her ecstasy in orgasm over rides the feeling of pain .she shouts out as she goes over the top , her Juices almost drowning me .I let up on her nipple and gently kiss her clit as I straighten out , now lying face to face kissing her mouth , she licks the cum from my lips , making little mewing sounds of satisfaction.

"But I didn't make you cum." I smile at her at her, "it's ok I'm happy I could make you cum, " then thinking oh you will baby you will but on my terms, ones that you're not going to like , well at least I didn't think she would like it but one never knows. When I get her to admit that she's my bitch and that I own her ass then she'll have lots of opportunity to make me cum.

I give her nipple a twist. This time she gives a little shreak, saying "that hurts ." 

"Umm I thought you wanted to make me happy, " I tell her.

"Well yes I do , Mona replies.

"Then take a little pain for me darling." the darling did it. "ok" she agrees "but please not to much."

"Well too much is all relevant isn't it?" as I tighten my grip. She winces but agrees. "You do want to make me happy don't you."

"Yes yes I'll do whatever pleases you, " Mona pleads. 

"That's better" I reply now giving her a terrible hard pinch.

"ouch!! ooooooooooowwwwwwwww!!" I pinch her nipples....giving them an awful twist..... Mona nods a little.....telling me she likes the pain......

"god!! nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo!!" Mona cries out.

I'm pleased she takes the nipple pinching , her breathing picks up , she is getting off on the pain and its getting me hotter than hell. It has been a while since I've had a bitch who calls me Mistress and I am thinking this one will be the next one. I take her other nipple and abuse it as well. 

"Do you really want to please me" I ask. She looks a little confused.

"By making me happy you'll agree to become my bitch, do you understand what I'm demanding?" She nods, "yes I think so."

"It means that you in effect will belong to me, doing whatever I demand , if you refuse to do a task or disobey me I will punish you and by punishment I mean corporal punishment and some of the things I want you to do you're not going to like , "

I bent over kissing her using my tongue to part her lips, waiting for her to answer.



The Boss Ch. 01



This is chapter one of an ongoing story. Chapters 2 and 3 are already finished, chapter 4 is nearly there. I file this under BDSM because of the strong power exchange undertones... the full manifestation of the D/s relationship won't happen until chapter 3, but if you're willing to stick with me, I hope you'll find it worth the wait. This isn't a quick story. The plot builds slowly, and each successive chapter is longer than the one before it, so far. 

All comments welcome and appreciated, but if you have criticism please keep it constructive. 

Also, please be gentle, this is my first time. ;) 

Special thanks to Fetishep for editing. 

*****

I sighed as I clocked in at work. It was only a few minutes after 9, and already this day was a catastrophic disaster. "Authorization code needed" flashed across the screen. I punched in the code, cursing under my breath, and then walked to my desk, listening for the chime of the email that would surely be coming any minute now. My boss was not going to be happy that I'd been late again, for the third time this week, and I was dreading the confrontation that was coming. My only hope was that I could make her sympathize with my horrid week. It had all started last Sunday morning. My boyfriend and I had another stupid fight about another trivial thing, and he had stormed out of the house. He finally returned shortly after dinner with a friend. He and his friend began to throw his stuff into boxes, while I sat on the bed and stared after them. As he handed me his key, he said "I'm sorry. This just isn't working anymore; for either of us." And then he was gone. 

Monday was the first day I'd driven myself to work in months, and of course I had a flat tire. By the time I looked up the bus schedule, realized that wasn't going to work, and called a friend to drive me in, I was 10 minutes late to work. That was the day I found out about the authorization code, and that the system notified my boss if anyone hadn't clocked in by 5 minutes after the start of the shift, and again when they finally got there. I got my car fixed after work on Monday, and Tuesday was uneventful. I hoped that my bad luck was over, but Wednesday there was an accident on my way in, and I was again almost 10 minutes late. Then, today, there was some event happening a few blocks over and I couldn't find parking in our lot, making me a full 6 minutes late. 1 minute too long to slide through in the grace period. 

The day crawled by, while every time a new email popped up, I jumped. I ate my lunch at my desk, not even bothering to clock out, in hopes that it would count for something with my boss. As it closed in on 3, I began to hope she was going to let it go. By 4:30, I had even begun to believe I'd gotten away with it this time. By 4:45, I was sure I was in the clear. At 4:50, I received the dreaded summons. "My office, 5:01." I cringed at the brevity of the email. She was obviously really unhappy, and I really could not afford to be even a minute late to this meeting. Of course, as my luck would have it, at 4:59 I received a call from an important client that I couldn't afford to blow off. By the time I hung up the phone, it was 5:05 and I was on the verge of a panic attack. I hurried upstairs to her office, checking my makeup in a mirror as I went. 

When I reached her office, I tried to slow my breathing while her secretary let her know I was there. The secretary opened the door to usher me into the office; my boss dismissed her for the evening, and motioned me to sit down. I sat across from her at her small conference table, where she sat looking through a folder, and studied her to keep from fidgeting as the seconds ticked by in silence. She was small, not even 5 feet, with long chestnut hair and olive skin. I knew from previous interactions that her hair came all the way down to her perfectly rounded ass, but today she had it up in a bun. She was wearing an expertly tailored skirt ensemble, and although the jacket went a long way toward masking her hourglass figure, her magnificent breasts were harder to hide. I guessed her to be around a 32D or DD, and thanks to her petite figure they were one of the first things you noticed. That's probably a terrible thing to say about one's boss, but there you have it. To be honest, although I would never admit it to anyone else, I was more than a little in awe of her, quite envious of her incredible body, and very attracted to her. I was also terrified of whatever was going to come of this meeting. 

All this flashed through my mind as the seconds ticked audibly by, and we sat in silence. Finally, she looked up from the folder she'd been studying. "I assume you know why I've called you here," she began. 

"Yes, ma'am, I've been late a few times this week. I'm very sorry about it. It's just been a horrid week, and it seems like everything that could go wrong, did. I promise, it won't happen..." she held up her hand, and I stopped. 

"I'm not interested in your excuses. You couldn't even manage to be on time to this meeting, and yes, I'm sure whatever you were doing was terribly important, but I will not let routine tardiness slide." 

I nodded. "Yes, of course, ma'am, like I said, I'm so very sorry. It won't happen again, I promise." 

She studied me for a few seconds, before replying. "I'm sure it won't, particularly because if you can't give me one good reason not to fire you in the next 30 seconds, you won't be returning to work here." 

I could feel my world begin to crumble around me. If I lost this job, I would lose the apartment I had shared with my boyfriend, and that would mean moving back home unless I could find work very quickly, but without being able to provide references for the work I'd been doing for the last two years, that didn't seem likely. 

"Please, ma'am, I know I've messed up. I'm sure I can find some way to make it up to you. Please. I'll do anything." I knew I was begging, but I was beyond caring. 

"Anything?" she asked, with an arch of an eyebrow. 

"Yes, ma'am, anything." I suddenly remembered a rumor I'd overheard when I first started working for the company and, like a godsend, a plan formed for my final desperation ploy to keep my job. If it failed, I had nothing to lose, and if it worked, well, I had everything to gain. "Your job must be so stressful," I began, as I stood up and walked around to behind her chair, "dealing with fuckups like me all week, cleaning up other people's messes and keeping this company running so smoothly." I began to gently massage her neck while I kept talking. "Surely you could use someone to help you unwind at the end of long days. Someone to come in after everyone else has gone home, give you massages, help you release all the tension and frustration that must build up on a daily basis." I slowly eased her jacket off her shoulders. This was the critical moment. If she told me to stop now, I had failed. If not, there was still hope. She shrugged out of her jacket, and I quickly stepped across the room to hang it up before hurrying back to continue massaging her neck and shoulders. 

"And you're saying you'd be willing to fulfill that role? To be here, every afternoon after work to provide whatever services I desire to help me unwind at the end of the day?" 

"Yes, ma'am, every afternoon, anything you needed. I would be completely at your disposal." I continued my massage down her back as I spoke, and then punctuated that last comment with a kiss on the side of her neck. 

She turned her head to look up at me. "Completely? I would expect total, and immediate, obedience. You would watch for Janet to leave, and then you would report immediately to my office, where I will use you in any way I see fit until I dismiss you for the evening. Do you consent to this?" I tried to ignore the jolts of anticipation as I answered her. 

"Yes, ma'am, gladly." 

"Very well, we will give this idea of yours a try. At the end of every day, you will choose between cleaning out your office, or, coming here as soon as Janet leaves. If you do not show up in my office, your employment with this company will be severed immediately, and without benefits. I will expect you to sign a letter of resignation which I will keep, undated, in my drawer, so don't even think you'll be able to draw unemployment after this. And remember, I am a well-respected member of this community. If you told anyone about this arrangement, they wouldn't believe you. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, but with a little more trepidation. It was beginning to sink in that I'd gotten myself into one hell of a sticky situation, but I would lose too much if this didn't pay off to back out now. 

"Alright, then we will begin tomorrow. For now, you are dismissed."

"Yes, ma'am, thank you." I stammered, as I let myself out of her office. The entire drive home was spent agonizing over exactly what would be expected of me in these evening sessions. I was so lost in fantasies that I barely even tasted my dinner, and by the time I was ready for bed I was too wound up to sleep. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, her perfect body crystal clear in my mind, "I will use you in any way I see fit" still echoing in my ears, and knew sleep was hopeless. My hand drifted down over my stomach, to between my legs. With my boyfriend out of the picture, masturbation was going to have to do this time. After an intense orgasm, I drifted off to sleep, where I dreamed about all the delicious sexual possibilities I wouldn't really allow myself to consider while I was awake.



The Boss Ch. 02



After Mistress Janet left that first night, I couldn't sleep at all. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened -- and how much I loved every second of it. 

I got to work and settled into the "same ol' -- same ol'" humdrum. By 10:00 AM my lack of sleep was catching up with me and I was ready for a nap. Just as I was thinking about going to get a coffee, my phone rang. We have caller ID where I work and it came up with my wife's office number. Temporarily forgetting that Donna was out of town, I answered, "Hi Honey."

"Hi Honey?" Came the reply. "You're getting a little presumptuous, don't you think, slave?"

Janet! Shit!

"I'm sorry, Janet. I saw Donna's number and answered out of habit."

"Oh, now it's 'Janet'", she said caustically. "I thought you understood that you are to call me Mistress. I AM going to have to punish you, I see."

"But I'm at work. I can't talk like that at work," I objected.

"You have your own office, don't you, slave?"

"Yes, I do. But sometimes there are people in my office."

"Okay, listen -- I'm in a good mood," she said. "I'm going to let it slide this time. I'll be sympathetic to your situation. From now on, however, if you are alone when we talk -- no matter where you are -- work, home, at a restaurant, at the convenience store -- no matter where -- you are to address me properly. If there are people around, then you don't have to -- I told you that I would be discreet, and you need to trust me if this relationship is to work. But I need to trust you too, Tom, so I expect that you'll be honest."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand. Thank you for your leniency." 

"You're welcome. Anyway, the reason I'm calling is because I told you we were going shopping today -- do you remember?"

"Yes, Mistress. I remember."

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"Umm..."

"I want you to always be honest with me, Tom. I will never punish you for answering a question honestly."

"Umm, okay. Well, actually, no, I'm not really looking forward to it, Mistress."

"Why not? Don't you want to be my slave-slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do -- I've finally accepted that I really do -- but I just don't see myself as a transvestite or cross-dresser or whatever you want to call it. I guess it just doesn't turn me on," I said.

"That's where you're wrong. You were incredibly turned on last night," she retorted.

I certainly couldn't deny it. So why did I have a problem? Was I turned on despite the cross-dressing, or because of it? I honestly didn't know.

"You're right, of course, Mistress. I was more turned on than I've ever been. I just think it was because of you, and not because of being dressed in that way," I offered.

"You may be right about that. Maybe you don't want to dress up. But the fact that you did it submissively when you didn't really want to is why it was such a turn-on for you. You got off on being ordered to do something you would never allow yourself to indulge in otherwise. There are a lot of things that'll be true for -- and we will explore many of them. I will never allow you to be hurt, Tom. Nor will you ever go home to your wife with marks on your body that you have to explain. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress. I trust you."

"Excellent. Then you will do anything I tell you to do -- even if you think you don't want to -- as long as I keep my promise not to hurt or mark you, right?"

"Yes, Mistress. You have my word."

"Good. Are you able to get away from the office for the rest of the day?"

"I guess so," I replied. "I have some sick time. I can just say I'm not feeling well and leave."

"Excellent. I'll meet you at your house. No, scratch that. You don't need nosey neighbors causing trouble. Meet me at my house. Do you know where I live?"

I told her I didn't, so she gave me directions. After making my excuse to my boss, I shot over to my new Mistress' house as fast as I could. I was nervous, though -- I really had a bit of a problem with the whole cross-dressing thing. But apparently I was very excited also, because I found myself speeding to get there.

When I arrived she let me in and I was surprised to see her in very sexy lingerie. She wore a blue demi-bra, a matching thong, white hose (the hose she wore were the type that stayed up by themselves -- she wasn't wearing a garter belt), and blue heels. She looked incredibly sexy -- truly a vision.

"I wasn't expecting you quite so soon," she said. "You made good time."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. 

"Well -- what do you think," she said as she twirled around. "This is more like what I had in mind for you -- not that boring stuff your wife wears."

"It's very sexy on you, Mistress. I don't think it would be on me, though."

"You might be surprised. Heather is a true artist."

"Who's Heather," I asked.

"She owns the shop where we'll be going shopping. It's a very private place and she knows me, and what I like, very well."

I must have breathed a sigh of relief, because she chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Tom, I wouldn't take you to a mall for something like this. We can't have anyone you know seeing you, can we?"

"No, Mistress. Thank you."

"I told you -- I appreciate your need for discretion. Like I said before, we need to have complete trust in each other. I will not betray that trust, Tom."

"What about the disk. You threatened to blackmail me. How is that trust?"

"Oh, Tom, is that what you're worried about? That was just to give you an excuse to do what you wanted to do anyway. I would never really blackmail you with that."

With that, she went to her pocketbook and retrieved the disk and handed it to me.

"Here. Do what you want with it. I'm not going to use it. It's just that I knew that you wanted to submit to me -- perhaps more than anything you've ever wanted. But you were holding back, trying to be 'good'. That was just my way of nudging you. I don't need it any more. You're here to stay now, aren't you Tom?"

"Yes, Mistress. I am."

"Good. Let's go to Heather's."

Heather was an extremely beautiful woman. She was about 6'1" in heels. She had curly red hair, perfectly painted nails, and was wearing a very tight green sheath-type dress. I don't know what it's really called -- basically a 'little black number', but in green.

"Well, well, Janet," she said. "You have quite a handsome guy here. Is he a new slave of yours?"

"Yes. This is Tom. He's a bit apprehensive about this, so be gentle with him," she said, chuckling.

"Of course. You know me, sweetie. You won't know him in an hour."

"No, Heather. Not the full treatment -- just lingerie. I actually like him as a man. This is just an exercise in obedience. I don't want him feminized."

"Oh well. It's probably just as well," Heather said. "He is a very masculine man, I can see your attraction."

Then to me, she said, "Okay, Tom, start getting undressed so we can try on a few items."

I looked at Janet.

"Mistress?"

"Get undressed, Tom. That's why we're here."

I undressed to my briefs and stood there while Heather caressed my chest and teased my nipples. After a minute or so of that, she slid her other hand down the back of my briefs and gave my ass a gentle squeeze. Again I looked at Janet, but she was just watching with a smile on her face.

"Almost there, Tom," Heather said. "But I think you'd look silly with a thong over your briefs. Take them off."

I bent as I removed my underwear. As I stood back up, my cock was in plain view -- in all its rampant glory.

"Mmm. Janet, you are one lucky woman," Heather said as she stroked my hard cock. "I'm jealous."

Then she handed me a red, lacey thong. She didn't need to say anything -- I knew what was expected and put it on. Heather reached into it and arranged my cock so that it was pointed up, flat against my belly. Then she handed me a red bra -- also lacey. After a minute or two of clumsy attempts to put it on, she helped me with it.

"Well, Janet, what do you think?" Heather asked.

"Nice. But something looks out of place." Another chuckle.

"Yeah. I see what you mean. Are you sure he didn't want to do this?"

"That's what he said. Although he does look pretty excited, don't you think?" Janet asked.

"He certainly does -- too much so. It just won't do."

"Well, you're the expert," Janet said with a smirk. "You do whatever you think is necessary."

Heather got down on her knees in front of me and started removing the thong.

"The first thing we need to do is get it off him before he stretches it out."

She brought the thong all the way down and I stepped out of it when she tapped me on the ankle. 

"Now," she said. "We have to do something about that big dick. It's just going to continue getting in the way -- plus it's distracting."

"Yes. I see how it keeps drawing your attention," Janet said. "Why don't you satisfy your curiosity and take care of it, Heather. Make it so it's not quite so ...um...prominent."

"I think that would be best, Janet. Come here, Tom."

With that, she took hold of my cock, led me to a chair, and told me to sit down. Then she kneeled down again and, took my entire cock into her hot mouth. She moved her head up and down three or four times, moaning the whole time. 

Releasing my cock from her vacuum-like mouth, she said, "Mmm, Janet, that is one heavenly piece of meat."

Then she went back to sucking me off like crazy. This woman obviously loved sucking cock. She was damn good, too. I grabbed her head and started guiding her up and down my length, when suddenly Janet slapped me across the face.

"Who do you think you are, slave? You're not in control here. You're my slave, and you will act like a slave. If I decide I want you to service someone else, you will do it -- but the reason you're doing it is for their pleasure, not yours."

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Apologize to Heather, not me."

"I'm sorry, Heather." 

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen again," Janet said.

She pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her pocketbook and weaved them through a spindle on the chair and fastened them to me. Then, from Heather's inventory, she got a pair of stockings and used them like ropes to tie my legs to the legs of the chair. While she did this, Heather just watched her. Now, Heather looked to Janet for approval to continue.

"There you go, Heather. I'm so sorry about that," Janet said. "Please continue. Enjoy yourself. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you -- like I said, he's new to this."

Heather went from kneeling upright to being on her hands and knees and glanced over her shoulder toward her own ass, then she looked back at Janet.

"Oh, of course," Janet cooed. "You love having your ass filled, don't you? Would you like me to play with your ass and prepare you while you continue sucking Tom?"

"Mmm, that sounds very nice," Heather replied. Then she enthusiastically resumed sucking me.

Janet got down behind Heather and started rimming her asshole. When Janet's tongue pushed into her ass, Heather moaned loudly, sending a pleasing vibration through my engulfed cock. Janet continued rimming Heather and Heather continued moaning, which continued sending vibrations down to the root of my cock -- my balls tingled -- I swear the bones in my pelvis were vibrating. I began to moan.

"Don't you dare cum," Janet warned. "Heather wants her ass fucked and you'd better not embarrass me again by coming before that happens."

Janet sidled up alongside heather and, dipping her fingers in some lube that she had ready on the table, she slowly inserted two fingers into Heather's ass. Fortunately for me (I didn't want to cum, after all), this drew Heather's attention away from my cock and back to her own pleasure. She threw her head back and cried out in a throaty voice, "Oh yes, Janet. That feels so good."

Janet continued driving two fingers in and out of Heather's ass, while with her other hand she began caressing the rest of her body -- the cheeks of her ass, her breasts, up and down her back -- then, after a few minutes of that, she added another finger, driving three fingers in and out of Heather's hot little ass. This resulted in another cry of approval from Heather.

"Oh Janet, you do that so good, baby, but I'm ready for the real thing. I want that hard cock in my ass."

She stood up and grabbed my cock.

"Good. He's still hard."

Of course I was still hard. True, she had stopped sucking me for a while, but I was still watching the show the two of them put on. I'd have to be dead to not be hard. Anyway, this is when Heather straddled me and, with her back to me, slowly descended onto my hard, throbbing cock, taking the entire thing in her ass. When she bottomed out, she stayed there for a minute to get accustomed to it, then, after about a minute, she began grinding her ass. She did this for a little while, and then she began a slow up and down motion. At first, she only went up an inch or two before coming back down, but after a few strokes, she really started going all the way up and down. Her hot, tight ass felt incredible around my dick.

"Mistress, I don't know how long I can hold out. I feel like I'm going to cum," I said, almost in a panic.

With that announcement, Heather got off my dick and got back on her knees.

"In my mouth," was all she said before plunging straight down onto my cock.

I didn't last more than three or four seconds before I started coming. My cock spasmed five or six times and Heather just kept her mouth on me and took in every hot, sticky drop. Then, when she knew that my cock was completely spent, she stood up and straddled me again -- this time facing me -- and pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me. Janet stood behind me and pressed the edges of her hands down along my jaw, forcing my mouth to open. Heather pushed her tongue in and my cum began flowing into my own mouth. She continued kissing me very passionately -- just the kiss by itself was hot as hell -- she really knew how to kiss.

When Heather broke the kiss, I noticed that Janet had brought another chair alongside mine and was sitting in it.

"That was quite a turn-on to watch, Heather. Did you enjoy yourself?" Janet asked.

"Um-hmm!" was Heather's emphatic reply.

"Are you ready to finish?" Janet asked.

"Yes. Absolutely," Heather responded.

I thought they were talking about continuing with the dress-up party. Imagine my surprise when Heather walked over to Janet, pulled up her green dress and presented Janet with a solid looking cock. And no, it wasn't a strap-on. It was the real deal. Where "she" was hiding it, I have no idea, because it was of significant proportion. 

Janet started devouring this gift with gusto. She apparently loved Heather's cock. I couldn't blame her -- it was quite a cock. There are all kinds of styles of sucking cock. On Heather, Janet used one that involved a lot of slurping sounds. Saliva coated and dripped off Heather's cock with every out stroke. The sight and sounds of this had me getting hard all over again.

I guess Heather was pretty worked up also, because she only lasted a few minutes before Janet's expert mouth had her on the verge of orgasm. At the point of no return, Janet stopped sucking and, with a gentle tug of her hand, directed Heather's cock over to me. Being restrained, I was at their mercy, but honestly, it didn't matter. I was so horny I didn't care what happened.

Of course what happened was Heather stood in front of me, Janet stood behind her and jerked off her amazing cock until it spewed a huge load all over my face. Afterward, Janet and Heather cleaned my face with their tongues and shared the creamy profits with each other in a long, sexy kiss.

When we'd all calmed down again, Janet said that the thong and bra set was perfect and paid Heather. Then she released me and brought me home -- to her home.



The Boss Ch. 02



2- Hostile Takeover

 Life as Veronica's assistant had become the greatest few weeks of my life. If anyone has ever told you routine is boring believe me they could not be more wrong. Sure the work itself was never overly cerebral but was usually varied and when you have the most beautiful woman in the world purposely flashing you her package even the most boring work became the highlight of my day. That is until work itself ended then the highlights reel for the day got a whole lot longer.

One day though Veronica caught me before I even made it to my desk, smiled like a devil and told me to follow her, how could I say no? As we walked Veronica explained that we were going to a meeting with one of the more 'aggressive' clients our company serviced. From the way she said aggressive I could already tell there was something she wasn't telling me.

As we walked into the conference room I noticed the logo of a well known gym chain, it was in fact the very chain of gyms I myself worked out at. Looking at the representatives it was obvious they worked for a gym, there were three of the two men and a woman. Both men wore suits but both looked as if they would be more comfortable in gym shorts and a singlet, or was that just my mind hoping? The woman wore a power suit but it did not hide the fact she was easily as fit as both men.

Introductory handshakes gave me a better chance to have a squiz at their beautiful physiques. The woman, obviously the leader of their group, was called Marie and as I suspected had the strong grip of a woman who loved her sport and was used to being one of the guys. Her blonde hair made her look innocent from a room away but up close she seemed almost as dominant as Veronica despite being half a foot shorter than me. Brad it turned out was even bigger than I had thought with huge arms bulging at the seams of his suit, he was obviously of pacific islander or Maori descent with darker not quite brown skin. Aiden it seemed was more my size obviously strong but in an athletic way with a face like Christiano Ronaldo.

As it turned out Veronica was running the meeting almost exclusively with Marie it seemed us men were there simply to make up the numbers. I tuned out for most of the meeting but as it seemed to be winding up I heard the sentence "well if he does his job well the deal is done."

As this was said everyone turned to look at me, Veronica just smiled at me with that grin she always got just before she pushed my head into her crotch. "Why don't you take your shirt off?" She asked as Aiden got up and locked the door. Not quite sure what I had gotten myself into I slowly took of my jacket, loosened my tie and undid my shirt. Veronica waved Marie forward who walked over to me and began caressing my stomach and chest, before long Aiden had joined her while brad stood off a little, arms crossed obviously enjoying the show. 

Suddenly Marie bobbed down, undid my trousers slipped out my cock and with a little smile at the erection they had already caused in me, swallowed it in one go. Sure I'm not huge but the way her throat so calmly enveloped my shaft was amazing. Aiden joined her at my crotch and they took turns rubbing and sucking my dick until, still a little dumfounded by the events around me I came.

Veronica by now was working her own throat magic on brad who, now naked, became an object of amazing power. Everything about his body was huge, and I mean everything 12 inches of thick pacific meat and even Veronica was gagging as she tried to fit it all in her mouth. As brad noticed I had cum he walked over carrying Veronica easily in his huge arms.

Marie smiled and grabbed Veronica pulling her into a passionate kiss, as they made out Aiden stood up undid his own trousers and told me to get on my knees. With 6 inches of meat dangling in front of me I could not say no and busied myself sucking my first man in weeks. Without sounding to up myself I must admit I made him cum pretty quickly but then again he seemed like he was in a rush to get to the next step which as he got up became clear.

Veronica and Marie were sitting on the desk Veronica fingering Marie but as Aiden stood up so did they and walked over to me. Veronica grabbed Aiden and took him back over to the desk while Marie walked straight up to me, lay down in front, spread her legs and forced my head into her pussy. I was now on all fours eating out Marie when she said " I hope you're ready for one hell of a pounding you little slut, if you even think of stopping what your doing right now your job is as good as dead." It was at this moment that I heard a shuffling behind me and remembered the image of brad's huge throbbing cock...

Without warning three fingers were shoved in my ass and I did my best to stretch my hole knowing the next thing going in would not be as easy. As I predicted the fingers were soon gone and within seconds I felt a huge presence pressing against my hole. "Open wide you little slut," Marie laughed as brad forced his way into my bowels in one hard excruciating thrust. I was instantly filled, pain racking my hole as he roughly forced his way deeper and deeper inside. All the while Marie pushed my head harder into her wet pussy.

Within a minute brad had bulldozed his way into my anus and began to pump, Marie was laughing evilly as I desperately tried to get in rhythm with his powerful strokes while burying my tongue deep inside her. "Come on slut take it, take it," she shouted between ever harder breaths, "lick it bitch lick it." For what seemed like hours I was degraded as brad's pounding got harder and harder, while Marie who, even for a woman, had amazing stamina got closer and closer. But like all good things her stamina did come to an end and with a shriek her body tensed and a flood of juices flowed all over my face. With what must have been a beautiful scene in front of him brad could take it no more and with one last ass splitting pound he filled me with wave after wave of man juice. Marie though wasn't finished as she made me continue until at least three orgasms had passed through her.

Finally though brad pulled me up to see Veronica and Aiden standing over me, if nothing else brad has impeccable timing and as I looked up two shots of cum splattered over my face mixing with the assortment of sweat, saliva and Marie's glorious elixir. "Well he is definitely a great slut Veronica, he took Brad like he was born too and the things he did with his tongue!" 

"Thank you Marie, so do we have a deal?"

"Like I said if he does his job we have a deal and unlike the other two you have tried he didn't run off crying, I mean look he's bloody smiling, of course we have a deal."

"Good work my little slut," Veronica said smiling. And with that they all left leaving me naked, sticky and loving every minute of my new job.



The Boss Ch. 02



Amanda was glad to get to her room. She carelessly tossed her things on the bed as she thought, "who does that bastard think he is?" 

Amanda had never been the typical preacher's wife, there had always been an under currant to her, a risk taker, a lust for danger and a touch of rebellion.

"If you want dressed up, you've got it you pompous ass," 

Amanda said aloud to her self. 

As much as Amanda didn't want to admit it, her Bosses words had stung and that was exactly what he wanted.

As Amanda glided into the room every eye was on her, which was exactly what she wanted. 

She had purposely dressed to disarm her Boss, but little did Amanda know, that it would back fire.

The producers of her TV Show had always told her, "that black commanded attention," and so Amanda wore black.

The men at the table stood as her Boss waved her over to his side, he observed as the Latin men looked Amanda up and down.

It had been another of his reasons for hiring Amanda, 

Latin men loved American blondes, and bi-lingual only added to the mystic. 

"Yes James thought to himself "

"This was going to be a memorable evening." 

The deal was sealed, and Amanda made her way from the rest room back to the table.

"Sit her Boss commanded," as he cut his eyes at her, pushing a glass of red wine towards her.

Amanda bit her lip to keep from, "saying screw you," and sat glaring at him, as she took a drink of wine.

"Indulge me, James sarcastically stated," as he looked down viewing the lace at the top of her thigh high black stockings.

Amanda flushed, as she pulled the slit to the dress she was wearing together.

"Let the games begin James thought to him self."

James leaned in and growled in Amanda's direction, "I wasn't aware that Preacher's wives wore lingerie Amanda. I thought just bad girls dressed like that."

"Are you a bad girl Amanda?"

Amanda slammed the glass of red wine down, and rose to leave, as her Boss stood, and calmly took her arm, and led her in the direction of the elevator.

Amanda stood at the back of the elevator shaking, she was so mad.

As soon as the doors shut James swooped up on her, he pinned her arms at her side, and leaned in, growling in her ear, "I can show you things, things about your self Amanda." "Let me show you, you don't have to do anything," "I'll do everything, come on Amanda he said leading her to his room."

James shut the door to the room, and pinned Amanda to the wall, he pulled her arms over her head with his left hand subduing her, and shoved his right hand under her dress yanking her underwear to the side. "You are soaking wet Amanda."

"He growled keep your hands up, and don't move them." 

"Don't do anything with out my permission," he yanked her dress over, and pulled her bra up, rolling her nipple in between two fingers, and twisting just to the point of pain, as he shoved his finger in and out of her, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. "Cum for me you smart ass little bitch," "all over my hand."

He grabbed a hand full of hair, forcing her to look at him. "Do it Amanda!" James studied her contorted face, as he sadistically eyed her.

He covered her mouth as she screamed out convulsing.

James growled in her ear, "I'm going to show you just how slutty that you will be for me." "Don't move he said," as he ran his finger up and down her slit. 

He plunged his finger in and out of her as he studied her face, he leaned in and hissed, "cum for Sir."

She screamed out, as he held her up, to keep her from falling. "That's a good girl," "good girl he cooed in her ear," as she fell into him sobbing.......

James carried Amanda to her room, and undressed her, and put her to bed, then turned and left, he would need to be patient with this one.

James was already aware of the fact, that Amanda would try to run, but he had taken care of that too.

Amanda awoke the next morning with the previous night flooding her memory as she continued to say, "Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh God, Oh Jesus," "What have I done?" 

"Ok coffee," "and a shower and I'm out of here." Amanda was going to do what she always did...Run...

Amanda exited the shower, and sat down to apply makeup, as she told her self, "that she would never breathe a word of this to anyone."

She reasoned to herself that she would quit her job, and go back to her ho hum, doldrums life.

James stood in the doorway and watched Amanda talk to herself, "over and over she kept saying," "this never happened."

He couldn't resist...

"What never happened, Amanda?"

"Oh shit she said," jumping and almost stabbing herself in the eye with a mascara brush.

James was on a roll, "Why I have never heard a preacher's wife cuss like a sailor, and a TV Preacher at that."

"Screw you James, Amanda lashed out."

James leaned down and growled in Amanda's ear, "That is screw you Sir to you little girl," "and you better have your ass dressed, and ready for a meeting in thirty minutes."

James slipped his hand inside her robe, and tweaked her nipple, and as she tried to slap his hand away, he squeezed down twisting, until she groaned.

He leaned in and taunted, "You might need to change those panties, Amanda."

Amanda made her way down to the meeting with her head held high, and her back straight, the men rose and James instructed her to sit by him.

The meeting went without a hitch, and as soon as it was over, Amanda made her way towards the elevator with plans to make an early flight home.

Amanda had one thought in mind run. She frantically packed her bags and headed towards the door.

"Where do you think that you are going, Amanda?"

James walked towards her, as she frantically backed away, until he had her backed into the bed, she felt trapped, panicked.

Amanda put her hands out with her palms in front of her and said, "Look all I want to do is go home."

"I will never mention this to anybody," she finished her sentence with, "it never happened."

"So you think that you are permitted to go without my permission," James coldly eyed her, waiting for her answer.

Amanda backed away on the bed and said, "I don't work for you anymore."

James raised his eyebrows and glared at her asking, "And what gave you the idea, that this was your decision?"

Now Amanda was mad, no longer scared just mad, and she stated, "I'm a grown ass woman, and I said I don't work for you anymore."

"Well Amanda this says different," James held up a flash drive a computer memory stick.

Amanda lost it, lunging at James to try to grab it.

James shoved the stick into his pocket, and sat on top of Amanda, pinning her arms down with his knees, in one swift move.

He glared down on her as he removed his belt and tied her hands up over her head. 

Amanda was screaming and kicking as he removed his tie and gagged her with it, tying it around the back of her head to insure that it didn't shift. 

Shhhhh, he cooed in her ear, I'm not going to hurt you.

James pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb, he leaned down and said, "Calm down girl."

He watched her chest as it heaved up and down while he unbuttoned her shirt. 

She wildly shook her head back and forth as he took a nipple, and ran it between two fingers.

He watched her transform before his very eyes. It was one of his favorite things to do, watch a woman go from fighting to submitting.

He squeezed on the nipple as he studied her face. "That's a good girl he cooed," as he watched her head fall limply to the side.

He leaned down taking the nipple into his mouth alternating sucking, licking and lightly chewing, she groaned from somewhere deep in her throat.

He pulled her dress up and moved her panties to the side as he stated, "Oh that's a good little sub, you are soaking wet."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and growled, "get up to the head board;" she wildly shook her head no, and began trying to kick him. 

"Get your ass moved where I told you to," "now he hissed."

James impatiently jerked her around not waiting.

He pried her legs apart, and bent her knees up, and began to lick up and down her slit with his flat tongue. 

Amanda's body betrayed her, and her knees fell open, and she groaned so deeply it sounded animalistic.

James savored the way she tasted, oh she tasted so good, but he needed to make her beg him. He brought her right to the point of Cumming and stopped, she raised her hips up trying to make him finish.

He was so hard that his pants were constricting him, and it was causing discomfort, but this had to be done right, he didn't want to lose this one. 

He sat up and used her dress to wipe his face off. He leaned up sucking on one of her breast as he plunged his finger in and out of her, while he used his thumb and stimulated her clit. 

She was moving her hips up, and down, groaning almost as if she were tormented.

James got in between her legs and began licking with his flat tongue and, "hissed give it to me Amanda."

He held her hips down, as she wildly convulsed climaxing.

He unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants, as he sat on his knees watching her, he stroked himself.

Amanda watched him, and groaned eyeing him hungrily. 

James ran himself up, and down her slit, but not entering. 

She was shoving her hips at him as he toyed with and teased her, by stroking himself up, and down her clit. 

"I'm going to make you wait for that, Amanda."

She began to shake her head no, "as she groaned and begged him, to enter her from behind the gag."

"Give it to me Amanda he commanded," as he ran himself up and down her slit.

He pumped himself with his hand, as he watched her climax again.

"Oh he growled," throwing his head back as he ejaculated right at her opening, and the bottom of her stomach, "Yes you are a good girl he hissed at her." 

He leaned up, "and growled in her ear, you are spending the night with me tonight," "Right?"

She weakly shook her head yes, and he untied her and removed the gag.

He squeezed her face in his hand, "from now on, you do what I say."

Amanda glared at him,

He growled, "Yes Sir, say it Amanda!"

"She weakly said yes Sir," and groaned lying on her side...

Amanda sat at her makeup table applying make-up, and she listened to her Husband on the speaker cell phone, telling her all the areas that she was lacking in.

After a moment it became a haze of blah, blah, blah, so Amanda just did what she always did, disconnect and say "Yes Dear." 

James stood around the corner and stifled a laugh. 

Amanda could be funny at times in a sarcastic, savvy way.

He made his way to the door frame casually leaning against it.

"Have we resorted to eavesdropping James?"

"All's fair, isn't that what they say Amanda?"

Amanda could feel her heart begin to race.

"You know James, I'm just curious, you could have any girl you wanted, why me?"

"I like a challenge he drawled."

"Oh ok I get it, so if I just spread my legs, and say take me baby, you'll leave me alone?"

In one swift move James grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her head back, "you're a smart ass little bitch aren't you?"

He reached into her robe and grabbed her nipple twisting it between his fingers.

James hissed in her ear, "but tonight I'm going to tie your ass up to that bed over there," "and we are going to start taming you."

"No James she whimpered, I can't do this."

"You are not doing anything, I am and I take full responsibility for my actions."

He ran his hand over her taught abdomen, making his way into her panties.

"See that let's you off the hook," "you being the sub and all."

She was growling from deep in her throat, and James watched intrigued.

"Give me what I want he hissed in her ear," "be a good girl and cum for Sir."

She shuddered falling into the chair limply as once again her body betrayed her, climaxing from some where deep in her core.

James took his finger and waved it under her nose, and she violently shook her head back and forth. 

"Smell that Amanda!"

"I said smell it, he sharply barked at her," as he jerked her head back.

Once again she obeyed against her will.

"That's pure animal instinct little girl."

As quickly as he had subdued her, he rose and brushed his pants off, and made his way to the door.

"I expect you dressed formally," "and in the Dining hall in one hour."" I do not tolerate tardiness!"

With that he sharply turned and left...

Amazingly enough, Amanda did not feel any form of guilt, or confusion.

She actually felt sharp, focused, determined and of course just a little cocky.

Amanda did what she always did when she felt cocky, she wore red of course.

She could see the look of disapproval on James's face all the way across the room, as she entered.

He glared as she sat and said, "I said formal Amanda, and red is far from formal," "and you damn well know it girl!"

Amanda did what she always did, when she didn't want to hear it, she tuned him out.

James leaned over and growled, "You better watch it there on those Margarita's little island girl," "you haven't eaten that much."

Amanda got the waiters attention to order another, just out of pure defiance.

James held his hand up and stopped the waiter dead in his tracks, shaking his head no.

"You Bastard, Amanda hissed at him!"

James leaned over and calmly took Amanda's hand, "and said now you've got me all hard and horny."

She jerked her hand away and rolled her eyes.

James could see the wheels turning in Amanda's head, and thought to him self; "the little bitch is going to try to run out on me."

Amanda rose, she had to escape.

"Sit, now!" James's tone was cutting, and Amanda froze.

James paid the bill and calmly escorted Amanda to the elevator.

James stood with his back to Amanda on the elevator but on high alert.

Amanda began to try to reason her way out of the situation that she was in. "James nobody has to ever know about this."

James coldly stated, "That's one!"

"James we are both adults," she continued.

"That's two he sharply answered."

Amanda was not even listening she continued, going from reasoning, to bargaining.

"James, if I agree to this, can we just call it quits after that?"

"That's three James coldly stated," as the elevator door opened.

Amanda bolted, and in one leap James had her pressed against the wall, he growled in her ear as he petted her hair, "get your ass in that room now!"

Just then Amanda saw a couple coming down the hallway.

"Don't even think about it Amanda," "James hissed, it's all on tape."

Amanda slumped into him barely hearing him tell the couple, "My wife has had a little too much to drink."

The couple laughed and headed down the hallway completely unaware of Amanda's plight.

"Get undressed and lay down," James coldly commanded.

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her head.

James turned around, grabbing a handful of hair, as Amanda jumped startled.

James quickly subdued her and attached her arms, and legs, to the four corners of the bed, with a set of bungee type cords, that he had set up earlier.

He pulled her bottom lip down as he stared into her face asking her, "Do I need to gag you, Amanda?"

"No James!"

"That's four, what did I ask you to call me, Amanda?"

"No Sir! You bastard!"

James reached under the bed, and pulled out a wood box, "don't move he commanded."

Amanda's eyes got big when she saw the box cutter.

"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you, James said."

He watched her relax, soothed by his voice and it intrigued him.

"Disobedience brings punishment, Amanda."He sliced thru the dress with ease and laid it open viewing her.

He ran his hands up her waist line, "Oh God you are beautiful," he closed his eyes and felt her body quiver.

"Be still he quietly commanded," as he cut the sleeves on the dress, and removed it completely.

"As I said Amanda, disobedience brings punishment."

"I specifically told you to dress formally," "and now you have lost the object of your defiance."

He tossed the rag of a dress to the floor carelessly.

He cut thru her bra, and panties, removing them, but leaving her garter, hose, and shoes on.

He ran his hands over her body, lost in the vision of her laid out as an offering, "God you're so beautiful."

"You're excited he noted," swiping his finger over her slit, and showing her the creamy substance on his finger.

He reached under the bed and retrieved a tray. He squirted shaving cream and eyed her, "I'm going to shave you," "and when your husband asks you why you did it," "just lie and say you can feel him better," "it will feed his ego," "and therefore psychologically he will want to believe you."

Amanda shook her head disbelievingly, "You planned all of this?"

James sadistically smiled, "Why Amanda you are married to a televangelist, you of all people should know, the devil is in the details."

"Are you crazy, I'm seriously asking you a question James, are you crazy?"

"That's five he calmly answered," as he toweled her off admiring his work.

"What the hell are you talking about, Amanda spat out?"

"You'll see James calmly replied."

He plunged his finger into her and she growled trying to rise off the bed.

"See you are more sensitive now, are you not?"

He ran his finger around the inside of her walls, "does fear excite you Amanda?"

"I think it does, he answered the question for him self."

James rose and wiped his finger on the torn dress, and watched Amanda, squirm and groan.

"Now Amanda he said," as he reached under the bed, and retrieved a small crop, he wasn't able to finish.

"No, no she whined," as he popped her with it, he noticed when he popped her again, she groaned and didn't shriek.

He gently ran it down her abdomen, and watched her shudder, as if a chill had coursed thru her body.

He stood over her, and nailed her to the bed with his eyes, "I knew it."

He reached down and adjusted the cord on her legs, and rose her butt up, and popped her again, and watched attentively.

He smirked to himself once again, "I knew it." 

He swiped his finger up her slit, and once again stated as he coyly eyed her, " I'm very good at what I do Amanda." 

"I knew it the first day I saw you," "you my dear have sub tendencies."

He smirked as he eyed her, "you are already gone, little girl."

Her head hung to the side, and she moaned listlessly.

He popped her harder, to shock her to attentiveness.

I'm here Sir; call you Sir, good girl, good girl.

He shook his head amazed, she looked drugged and listless, he had never seen anyone, react that fast, or that intensively.

"You're a kinky little bitch aren't you Amanda," he said laughing to himself?

"Hey he said, as he grabbed her face, what do you call me?"

"Call you Sir, Sir" Amanda answered him.

He stood and shook his head, "This bitch is acting like she is high."

It was one of the reasons that he hadn't let her drink too much; he wanted a thorough and concise reading on her.

He grabbed her purse digging thru it, but already knew it was chemistry, not chemicals.

Amanda, he grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks with one hand, as he tweaked her nipple with the other. 

She growled trying to rise off the bed.

Now James was getting mischievous, this girl was fun to play with. "He taunted that feels good doesn't it?"

She shocked him when she looked in his face and said, "Will you please help me, can I do it, Sir please?"

"Hell no you aren't doing it, I am he answered her!"

James was having fun being mischievous, he would be over protective over this one, "I'll be damned if somebody is going to lay a hand on you," "this is mine he said," as he scrunched her face up.

He pushed his hand down over his pants, he was so hard it was uncomfortable.

Amanda coyly eyed him and said, "I'll help you if you help me."




The Boss Ch. 02



Bitch.....become her bitch.....do whatever she wants me to do? Mona thought about this. I've never been someone's bitch before....but the idea did intrigue me......

"Ok......I'll do it." Mona told me.

"So my bitch since i got you off, I want you to get me off, I'm going lower my ass to your mouth, and I want you to eat my asshole." I don"t know if it was a look of disgust or she was just startled by my instructions ,I thought might as well test her before we get into this to far. I straddled her head , facing down as it were and lowered my ass to her mouth, settling in and reaching for her cunt.

I lay there...with Laura's ass on my face! I could smell her scent near my nose. I stuck my tongue out and licked the side of her anus......It smelled of her feces......I moved my tongue closer to her anal opening...pushed my tongue in.......

In the meantime, her hand was caressing my pussy.....she was rubbing me raw........making me squirm as she moved her hand faster and faster.

She started really hurting me, pinching my clit then scratching it with her fingernails.

"oooooooowwwww!!" I howled as my body jerked, trying to get away.

In the meantime, I moved my tongue in a circular fashion.....licking the outside of her anal opening as well as sticking my tongue inside her ass.....

I then saw her get an alligator clamp from her bag......I tried to move away but she held me fast.

I looked in horror as she took the clamp out and showed me the teeth......

"Please don't put it on.....please..."

Then she reminded me that I wanted to be her bitch....her slave....She asked if i still wanted to belong to her....

"Yes....i do....." I nodded...

Then she began to move the alligator clamp toward my pussy!!

"God...no...not there...I thought you were going to put it on my nipple!!"

I struggled, trying to get away......but she held my legs apart....the teeth bit on my swollen clit....then I screamed...

"oooooooooooooowwwwwww!!" It hurt so.

Laura could almost feel the pain as Mona screamed. "Good thing the walls were sound proofed or the neighbors would be calling 911, Laura thought. There was method to her madness. She would leave the clamp on. Mona would be in such pain that when Laura removed it she would be so grateful that it would endear her to Laura even more 

Mona thrashed around seeking a way to get rid of the clamp causing her such terrible anguish. Laura held her arms. She begged and pleaded. Laura left it there for maybe a minute or so knowing that after the initial pain endorphins would kick in and it wouldn't hurt as much.

Laura wanted her to experience the pain. She removed the clamp. She left her pulling on a robe making sure there no articles of her clothing in the bedroom.

A minute or so later Mona appeared with a sheet wrapped around her. "UUmm where are my clothes?" she asked.

Laura looked at her with a stern expression. "Is that the way you speak to your Mistress?"

Looking confused Mona replied "aahh no Mistress could I have my clothes please?" 

Laura replied,"No you may not, now drop the sheet I want you naked." With a little hesitation she dropped it, now very embarrassed. It was a whole different ball game now. "Move your hands away from your crotch." 

Mona's head downcast. "Now drop to your hands and knees and crawl to me." Again Mona obeyed. Laura told her to "sit on your haunches, spread your knees." Her pussy was very red and looked very sore. Laura reached down and gently stroked it, the Mona became wet immediately. "This is what I wanted to accomplish ..Now are you sure you still want to be my bitch?"

I didn't know why.....but I liked the sound of it.

"Yes, mistress...."

My answer please her immensely. She pulled me up taking me onto my lap, stroking my naked body kissing me telling me that she loved me. "Tell me about yourself," Laura asked. "How much experience do you have with other women, have you ever been involved with Dommes or male doms? How many times have you been fucked or sucked a cock or eaten a pussy or been whipped or other wise punished? Tell me the truth. I won't get angry unless I catch you in lie and you've just gone through what I consider some mild pain compared to what I will do to you if you don't tell me the truth."

"Mistress, you are the first mistress i have been with." I told her...

"I have been with other women, but we just licked each other......One spanked me once....but nothing like this."

I felt good in her lap......I leaned over and kissed her lips.

"So is this the way you answer, by leaving half of it out? Tell me the details of your times with a cock in your mouth, pussy and your tongue in a cunt but bring me the whip on the side table, no, crawl bring it back in your mouth, then you can tell me." Laura commanded.

"Please, not the whip.......Mistress......I'll tell you.....the first time i had a cock in my mouth was my older brother's......he trapped me in my room....and forced me to suck him........a few days later he took my virginity.......He then brought his friends to take advantage of me......"

I then crawled to the wall where the whip was. I took it in my mouth and crawled back to her...my ass swaying to and fro.....

"I had a roommate in college who made me lick her pussy every week....she spanked me and made me do her chores...."

I had hoped this was enough for Mistress.

"I want details slut," taking the whip from her mouth. "Turn around." My ass was toward her. Laura lightly stroked it then brought the whip down hard. Swish!! 

"Now whore tell me details, how did the cum taste? How many times did your brother and his buddies ass fuck you? How often did they cum in your mouth after pulling out of your asshole? How often did your college roomy make you lick her pussy after she pissed? Did she ever pee in your mouth? Did she or your brother make you eat their ass holes, details slut details."

"oh...god..." I saw her swing the whip after she made me turn around....

"oooooooooowwwwww!!" It hurt so....welts rose from my helpless ass...

Then she wanted to know more details....

"Well, my brother called it take her tuesday....Every tues after school he would come into my room and demand that i suck him.......then he took me.......sometimes he would bring my friends.....my brother would make me bend over the arm of the couch and they would take turns on my ass........it hurt so......but then i got used to it........started liking it....."

I saw her swing her whip....

"NO...! God! NO!" I screamed as she gave me 10 good ones...

SWISH!! a red welt rose from my ass..

SWISHS!! SWISH!! SWISH!!

beads of blood began to drip from my behind.......I was getting hoarse from screaming....

"Stop!! Please......ooooooooooowwwwwww!!"

"Look at me slut. Are you ready to tell me all or do you need more?" Mistress was ready to whip me more...

"No...no....i'll tell you more....." I proceeded to talk about my roommate in college.......

"My roommate used to lock the door and make me lick her pussy.......she would tie me up on Wednesdays and have a "sex party..." She would invite her friends and they would make me lick them....I would be forced to eat them.......they would spank me.......every once in a while, she invited a boy for me to suck....."

She noticed that I was looking at her legs.....She spreads the robe, exposing her pussy.....I gasp......She asked if i liked what I saw....and i nodded........Then she asks...."Would you like to get closer...?"

"Yes, maam..." I tell her......and I would.

She pulls my hair toward her naked pussy....I stick out my tongue and lick her pussy lips......I can taste her juices.......mmmmmmm.......IT tastes good.

She tells me I will do her ass.......

I raise her legs a bit more...lick my way to her tight asshole....I lick around it...I can smell her scent......then I push my tongue into her tiny hole........It contracts around my tongue......I kiss her hole.....lick around it again.....then kiss her thighs....

I move my finger across her clit.......rubbing it back and forth.......her pussy is dripping.....then I stick the finger in her tight hole......it pushes in.......then I send another one......I begin to pump the two fingers in and out of her tight hole.

"Yes, that's it baby" she says. Mistress has a hard tine staying in the chair, urging me to bring her over the top. 

I shove another finger in and it's enough to send her over the top. Collapsing, pulling me on top of her kissing my juice covered lips praising me, "uumm you did great darling."

"Thank you maam...."

I push three fingers in her waiting pussy........she is still wet....

I pushed my fingers in her pussy harder and harder.......as deep as they could go....she contracted around them......yelled in the air.....then came........

I kissed her pussy...licking some of her juices.....then I kissed her stomach......her left breast....her right one.......then kissed her lips.

Returning my kisses, Mistress suggested we retire to the bedroom. She gave my nipple a hard pinch bringing a moan from me. She needed a reason to punish me. She felt the need to whip me until I was bleeding. She caressed me gently, thinking "You poor bitch, if only you knew what is in store for you, you'd run and run fast." 

THE SWITCH.

Laura remembered the relationship she was in with a Domme who loved to beat her so badly on more then one occasion she had to get checked out at the clinic the company used. Thank goodness the doc was a like minded person who was also in the life style, all she would do is warn us to be careful

Suddenly, I felt Laura press her tongue inside me, deep inside my pussy......It felt so good. I quivered. My thighs pressed against her head. I thrust my pelvis at her face. I shuddered....then I came.

I took a deep breath. I unwrapped my legs from her head. I took her by the hair and kissed her lips...tasting my own cum..........We lie side by side when I turned her on her side....I smoothed my hand over her behind....raised my hand and SWAT!! A red spot appeared on her ass....

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT! I give you 10 good ones on your pink behind. Pinching your right nipple, my mouth kisses your left....then my teeth bite into it. I hear you moan.....You beg me to stop, to not bite it off.

"Don't worry, I won't bite it off......otherwise I couldn't do this." I give your right nipple another hard pinch, twisting it.....

"Do you like this, little one......do you enjoy taking it?....." I ask.

Laura can't help but moan, "yes I enjoyed it" she reply shyly. "Do you remember what I did to you just a short time ago," Laura hoping that in reminding me, that I would return the punishment.

I remember just a few short hours ago, how she cruelly beat my behind so it became one purple mass......it still throbbed......I grabbed her pussy hairs and pulled them out.......she screamed.......I pulled her to her hands and knees.......pulled her hands behind her.....tied them with some rope......her head to the pillow...her ass in the air.

Then i grab the riding crop from her bag.......i raise it in the air and SMACK!! a red spot appears on your behind.

"and it begins...." I tell her.

Laura hasn't been in this position for quite some time. It thrills her. At the same time it scares the shit out of her, to be bound and helpless by a woman she barely knew.

I gave her 20 with the riding crop. It made her bottom a nice shade of pink.

She begged me not to do to her what she did to me......I pulled her hair back and turned around to show her what she did do to me...

"See the stripes.....? You will get yours." I told her.

I put the crop back and took out the paddle. SMACK!! SMACK!! 20 with the paddle made her cry out and sob.

Then i turned her on her back, pulled her legs over her head and tied them spread eagle to the bedposts. Her pussy and anus exposed.

I put the paddle away and took out the whip..i raised it in the air.

SWISH!! SWISH!! Red welts rose from her behind......she arched up her buttocks as i continued......

SWISH!! SWISH!! The whip left red line after red line.....

Then I took aim at her pussy.......

The whip went between your legs.....You screamed as the whip found its mark, made your pussy very red.....a red welt appeared on your pussylips.

You beg me to stop....I laugh.

"You mean the way I begged you to stop?" I told her......I kept twisting your nipples....pulling at them....making them hard.

I then took the clamps out of the bag.....You beg me not to use them........I kiss you on the mouth.......

"Let me have my fun.....you did!" I told her.....then I put a clamp on your right nipple......

You didn't seem to notice that I had 4 clamps....

The teeth of the alligator clamp bite into Laura's flesh. She screams in agony as it closed. 

"Please please take it off take it off please" Laura begs. Again that laugh, "Why sweetie I have another one. We cant have mismatched tits now can we?" I kiss her on her mouth. She was sobbing uncontrollably begging me to stop.

The other clamp bite in then closed. Laura almost passes out from the pain, writhing on the bed, still trussed up like a hog getting ready for the slaughter.

You cry as i put the clamps on both nipples......I turn you over on your face....the clamps pressing against your nipples.....twisting them.

You scream as the clamps tear at your nipples. Then you see me playing with two more......I spread your pussy lips....

"mmmmmmm......Where will I put these...." I open the clamp and put it on your left pussylip.....

You scream as I flick the clamp with my fingers.....

"No no no please no." The pain rockets thru her body, the clamps on her pussy lips are enough to make her wet the bed. The pain is horrendous ,it couldn't get worse if I had pierced her with hot needles.

I found the long nose clamp in the bag.....I spread your legs....found her clit and placed the clamp on her hard clit.......Her body literally lifted from the bed, her voice was practicaly gone from the screaming. She screamed.....Then I asked her.

"Now who is the cocksucker!!"

She didn't say anything, in pain.......

I took the riding crop and flicked it at the long nose clamp......It moved forward pulling her clit.

She cried out.

"Please Mona" Laura begged, "stop you're going to do a lot of damage to me." I smiled again, it was a smile that wasn't meant to show I was pleased. It was a far off look as if I were in a trance. I stroked her face and said "But isn't this what you want. I know its what you deserve."

My riding crop still playing with the clamp on her clit......I raised the crop and SMACK!! It landed smack on her clit......

"Spread your legs a bit more.....I want to spank your pussy..."

I watched as she spread her legs....the look in her eyes were precious......

I raised it again...SMACK!! SMACK!! I gave her 10 good ones on her pussy...

Then I walked to her face....and kissed her lips...

"Thank me...." I told her.

Sobbing hard Laura managed to croak out *thank you*.

"Bitch, what do you call me?" i give her another dozen or so lashes to her raw cunt. She is crying loudly as she responds *Thank you Mistress. Oh please no more." 

I smile again. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in slut. You continue to give wrong answers. Now this going to hurt you more than me," I grinned. I picked up the thin chain attached to the clamps, the ones on my nipples and a separate one on my pussy lips and clit. With a quick jerk I ripped off the clamps on my nipples ,the pain was indescribable. Laura screamed, writhing around.

I laughed, "bet that feels good huh, now you're really going to enjoy the next part." The other chain was tightened. No amount of preparation for what followed was possible, all three were ripped from her body. It took her breath away.

She gasped trying to regain her breathing pleading for mercy. "Oh poor baby did that hurt," she pinched my aching nipples, "uumm I think they should all go back on then."

I then proceeded to put them back on....opening the clamps and reattaching them onto her red and sore nipples. Then to her clit.

I then undid the ropes, flipped her over and retied her, her behind exposed.........I spread her legs, tying her ankles to the ends of the bed. Her clit clamp and nipple clamps were pressed against the bed......adding to the agony.

I raised the whip and brought it down on her behind.....she jerked, howled as the whip left it mark. a red line rose from her flesh.......then another.....then another...

SWISH!! SWISH!! SWISH!!

I stroked her behind...I could feel the welts....

"aw....did that hurt?" I asked.......Then gave her four or more.......

I took another look in her closet, and found an old mini blind wand.....I flipped it in the air......and brought it over....

I lay it on her behind...then brought it up and then across her sore behind...

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

THE BARBEQUE

"Please please," Laura was screaming. She was beside myself in pain. It was like I had taken on a different personality. I hummed to myself, stroking her face kissing Laura." You might think I'm nuts hon but I know just what you need, you see I'm the same way, that's why I was so submissive to you but now I'm going to do my best to satisfy the need you have. Before we get done you're going to be sorry you ever met me."

When I get into this mood I like to leave my mark on my subs. "I promise it will hurt like hell. It will be the worst pain you have ever felt and when I'm done you will be proud bearer of my name branded on your ass and my initials branded On your cunt and tits."

I went to kitchen looking for utensils to heat up on the bbq. Then i get a hanger from the closet.....I started to bend it to make my initials......I lit the bbq and placed the hanger in it......It started to glow...

"Please Mona" I begged. "You'll do major damage to me with the branding."

I told her "oh you don't have to worry darling. I've done this before. It's going to hurt like hell, but just think when your branded you'll be my property. I'll own you. Now we need to adjust these ropes so I can turn you over. I'll do your ass first. Hhmm I think it will say on one cheek property of, then on the other Mona. then my initials on both your tits high enough so that when you wear a bikini or low cut clothing they will be visible ,then the best for last . Lets see, yes three bars across your pussy lips and I'm going to have to double them so they are very prominent. when you go for your obgyn exams I want the medical personal to see them plainly and you'll have to tell them why they are there of course. She carefully started to undo one rope holding my arm

I turned her over and tied her wrists above her.......i put a couple of pillows under her stomach so her ass was in the air.......I took several clothespins and put them on her left asscheek. She cried, the pain in her asscheek was enormous. Then I took the wire coat hanger. It had been twisted with the words "Property of" on it. I then applied the coat hanger to her asscheek.

She screamed.

She had passed out. I gave her smelling salts to revive her....her left buttock has the words "Property of" on it......I grabbed a belt and swung it across her right asscheek..

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

She cried out, saying no more.....I told her it was necessary......she had to bear my mark......

Then i grabbed a ball gag...put it in her mouth. "You are getting sort of loud...don't want the neighbors to get concerned....Her hands still tied at the headboard......i tied her ankles together........then pushed my hand on her lower back.....i grabbed the coat hanger...now bearing the name "Mona..." and pressed it against her quivering flesh.

I then took a tawse, with five leather stands on it. I pushed her back on the bed......raised the tawse and SWISH!! Five red welts rose on her breasts....they swelled up as she cried out through the gag.




The Boss Ch. 02



This is chapter two of an ongoing story. If you haven't read chapter 1 yet, I suggest you do so first. As I said before, I file this under BDSM because of the strong power exchange undertones... the full manifestation of the D/s relationship won't happen until the next chapter, but if you're willing to stick with me, I hope you'll find it worth the wait. This isn't a quick story. The plot builds slowly, and each successive chapter is longer than the one before it, so far. However, the rest of the chapters will have more sexual encounters than the first one. All comments welcomed and appreciated, but if you have criticism please keep it constructive.

Special thanks to Fetishep for editing.

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The next morning I took special care with my appearance. A slightly less conservative blouse than usual was paired with a slightly shorter skirt and taller heels. I left even earlier than usual too, and made sure I was already at my desk working when my boss walked through the door. It could have just been my imagination supplying what I wanted to see, but I'm pretty sure she almost smiled. I reported to her office after work, exactly as instructed. She had me give her a back massage, then a foot massage, and then she dismissed me, much to my disappointment. Once home, I cooked my dinner, and then treated myself to a night of porn and orgasms. 

The weekend passed slowly, and Monday evening I was back in her office, hoping tonight would be the night she took advantage of my not-so subtle offer. Once more, she sent me home after just a massage. For the fifth night in a row, I tried to appease my body's cravings before falling into a restless sleep full of dreams of her. The rest of the week passed almost exactly the same. Friday afternoon, after Janet left, I reported to her office as usual. After I closed the door behind me, she instructed me to kneel on a pillow at her feet. She had provided me a pillow to kneel on earlier in the week, so I thought nothing of it as I began massaging her feet. This time, however, she told me to continue my work on her legs. I used the opportunity to admire the incredible muscle tone in her calves. I was almost in a trance when she gave me her next order. "Now lick my pussy." 

I stared up at her for a few seconds, uncertain I'd heard her correctly. 

"Is there a problem?" she asked, after the silence had stretched on just a little too long. 

"No, ma'am, you just surprised me."

"I see. Well, either do what I told you and lick my pussy now, or go clean out your office. Which will it be?"

I didn't answer with words. This wasn't a situation that required much talking, after all. Either I obeyed, or I left. After the last week of sexual tension, I wasn't about to give up now that I'd finally gotten the invitation I was looking for. I began to kiss up her leg, using the tips of my fingers to slowly pull her skirt up her legs. As the skirt exposed more, I began to wonder what she would have on underneath. Would it be something sexy, the stereotypical sexy executive in the matching lingerie? Would she be as conservative underneath as she was on the surface? It never even crossed my mind to anticipate that underneath her skirt she would be wearing nothing, but that's exactly what I found. I gasped a little, surprised and even more turned on. 

I slowly dragged my tongue up the soft skin of her bikini line, and then repeated the move on her other leg. I breathed in deep, luxuriating in her scent filling my awareness, trying to memorize every facet of this experience to savor in private later, and then flicked my tongue across her clit, quickly. I then ran my tongue up from her opening up to her clit, and moaned as her taste filled my mouth. The world narrowed to the pussy in front of me, and the need to draw even a single moan from her. I swirled my tongue across her clit in broad strokes, then returned to her opening, probing it, letting her fluid coat my tongue, before bringing it back up to her clit, mixing swirls and patterns with horizontal and vertical lines. I continued to alternate my attention between her increasingly swollen clit and long strokes down to her opening and back up. I used my tongue to probe her opening, which elicited a surprised moan. 

Before long, her hand came to rest on the back of my head, her fingers twined in my hair, applying the subtlest of pressure to limit my focus to her clit. When her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling it just a bit, I could tell she was getting close. I redoubled my efforts, determined to bring her to orgasm and prove just how useful I could be to her. As she started to cum, she gripped my hair tight, shoving my face into her pussy as she writhed and bucked. I struggled to stay on the right spot, and breathing became quite difficult for a few long seconds. After her orgasm, I slid my tongue back down to her opening, and then licked up to her clit in one slow motion, flicking it lightly, causing her to shudder. I smiled up at her, suddenly shy and unsure. I got a hint of a smile in return before she dismissed for the evening. 

I hurried home, desperate to satisfy the ache that had been building between my legs since she first told me to eat her out. My skirt was around my waist and my panties were on the floor within seconds of my door closing behind me. I flopped down on my couch and began furiously rubbing my clit with my right hand while my left undid the buttons on my shirt and freed my breasts from my bra. While I worked my clit, I began to knead my breasts, stopping frequently to pinch and twist my nipples. I replayed the scene in her office over and over while I brought myself closer to the brink, and then backed myself off, and then brought myself there again. I drove myself into a frenzy picturing the way she'd smelled, the way she'd tasted, the look on her face as she came. Within a few minutes I was at the edge, and then falling over it into bliss, holding a pillow hard over my mouth to muffle my screams as I roughly massaged my clit with my fingers. 

I lay on the couch after I was done, panting, but not even really close to sated. Then it occurred to me that today was Friday, which meant I had 2 more nights to get through before I could service her again. I pulled myself off the couch, showered, dressed, and headed out to find someone who could take the edge off the ache that threatened to drive me insane if I left it untended for an entire weekend. 

I walked into the bar down the road, dressed in a short skirt, low cut shirt and high heels, and headed straight for the bar. It was a typical Friday night, which meant it was packed, but that suited my needs just fine. I ordered a drink, and then leaned against the bar while I scoped out a likely prospect among the crowds of girls trying too hard to pretend they were only interested in having a girl's night out, and guys trying too hard to score their next lay. From across the room, a guy caught my eye. He was blatantly checking me out, and just grinned when he saw me catch him. I smiled at him in invitation, and as he crossed the room to me, I took the opportunity to size him up. He was about 6 feet tall and well-muscled with dark hair and a 5o'clock shadow that actually worked, wearing dark jeans, and a casual button down shirt. Let's just say he was hot, and leave it at that. He nodded at my nearly empty drink when he reached me, "May I buy you another?" 

I nodded, as I downed the rest of the drink I'd been nursing. He told me his name, I told him mine, and with the pleasantries out of the way, we got down to the flirting. The tension mounted between us as the time passed and the drinks flowed, and finally he said the words I'd been waiting to hear. 

"I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered in my ear. I responded by angling my face toward him to give him better access. The kiss started sweet, but given my hyper-aroused state, it quickly became aggressive. Our tongues danced together in a fight for control of the kiss as his hand stole around my neck to embrace the back of my head. I stepped further into him, pressing myself against his body, waiting for the telling press of a bulge into my stomach that told me he was as turned on by the kiss as I was. I finally broke off the kiss. 

"Let's get out of here," I said as I grabbed his hand. I led him out the back door into the alley that joined the bar with my apartment building a block away. He shoved me up against the building and reinitiated the kiss. He began to knead my breasts through my shirt, but the bra blocked too much sensation. 

"Not here," I managed to get out, "my apartment is just over there. Follow me." As soon as the door of my apartment shut behind us, he pushed me up against it, kissing me passionately. His hands trailed across my stomach and up under my shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it over my head, then unhooked my bra. His hands came up to massage my breasts, and I moaned as his fingers found my sensitive nipples. Meanwhile, I had been working on the buttons on his shirt, and as he leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth, I got the last one free and pushed the shirt off his arms. His tongue swirled over my nipple as he drew it into his mouth and I arched my back into him, gripping his forearms with my nails. 

"Sensitive, are they?" 

"Very." 

He smiled up at me as he shifted his attention to my other breast. I ran my hands down his arms and across his back before pushing lightly on his chest to direct him towards the couch. He sank onto it first and I straddled him, positioning myself right over the bulge in his jeans that had been growing since we first kissed in the bar. He moaned a bit as I settled myself on him, and I leaned in to kiss him as my fingertips traced swirls across his abs. He began to kiss down my neck as his hands found my breasts again, gently rolling my erect nipples between his fingers. 

His fingers continued their explorations across my stomach, and he bent down to take my nipple into his mouth again. I writhed a little on top of him, eliciting a low moan, and his fingers continued to move, now on my legs tucked up under me. His hands slid across the tops of my thighs until they encountered my skirt, which he began to gently push up. I reached between us and undid his jeans and then stood up to pull them off of him, before sliding my skirt down my legs and leaving it pooled in a heap on the floor. He took the opportunity to adjust himself so that when I sat back down his cock was perfectly wedged between my lips and pressed against my clit with just 2 thin pieces of fabric between us. 

I kissed his neck and shoulder as I began to slowly roll my hips up and down, massaging my clit against his penis, and reveling in the pressure against my most sensitive areas. His whispered "fuuuuuck" made me moan in response. Being with such a vocal guy after the near-silence of my boss was a totally welcome change, and the sounds of our pleasure filled the apartment. Riding a guy has always been one of my favorite sexual activities, particularly because it gives me a fantastic opportunity to judge the size of his dick before I'm trying to deep throat him. While his wasn't what I would call massive, he was probably around 7 inches, and thicker than I was used to. I shuddered a little with the anticipation of having it filling me. He wrapped his hands around my ass, and then surprised me by standing up with me still clinging to him. 

"Here or your bed?" 

"My bed. It's right through there." I motioned with my chin in the correct direction, and he carried me into the bedroom, and then deposited me on my bed, lying on my back. My legs were hanging off the end of the bed just slightly, and I started to wiggle up further on the bed, but his hand on my stomach stopped me. 

He knelt on the floor between my legs, and began kissing my stomach, working his way towards my panties. He gently dragged his nails across the skin right above them, before sliding his fingers under the waist-band and slowly sliding them over my hips and down my legs. I moaned in anticipation. If his kissing skills were any indication, this was going to be excellent. I wasn't wrong. He was definitely better than most men I'd been with, and it wasn't long before all I could do was grip the sheets, moaning loudly. I came hard and loudly, and I was relieved to see he was already wearing protection when he stood up, so there was no need to pause. 

I scooted up the bed to make room for him, and moaned again as I felt him slide inside me. He entered me in one smooth motion and then paused to let me adjust to his size. I wrapped my heels around his hips as he lowered his mouth to mine, and he kissed me with all of the desperation I shared as I pulled his weight onto me. He began to thrust into me, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo until I was clinging to him as the bed creaked underneath us. His grunts, my moans, and the creaking of the bed combined together, echoing in my ears. As my orgasm neared, I dug my nails into his back, holding him tightly. He didn't let up as I started to orgasm, and I rode wave after wave of pleasure. It briefly occurred to me that my screams might wake the neighbors, but I was beyond caring. I was dimly aware of him coming too, as I rode the last wave back down. 

We lay together, panting and sweat soaked, for a few minutes. We finally disentangled ourselves, and he flopped on to the bed next to me. "That was nice," he said. 

"Mmhmm. Just what I needed after the week I've had." I replied. We lay in silence for a while, lost in our thoughts, before I finally went to get cleaned up. He followed suit, neither of us really talking. 

"I should go," he finally said after he'd gotten dressed. 

"Yeah, I should get to sleep." 

"Should I call you?" he asked, and I couldn't tell what he wanted the answer to be. There was an awkward moment of silence while I considered my response.

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I'm not in a good place to start anything right now," I replied. 

He nodded. "Okay. Me either. This was perfect."

I nodded in agreement, and then he left. Finally sated for the first time in almost 2 weeks, I fell asleep quickly, and didn't dream.



The Boss Ch. 03



"Ooh that's more like it," Alli said as she slid back into Barb's deep blue pool. Everything about her oozed sex, the way she looked satisfied by the cool water, the way she rolled her smooth black shoulders as she climbed into the pool, the way her eyes focused in on me like she could have ten of my babies.

I sat there watching her, floating in the water, my body naked and clean from the hot sauna we had just taken, not to mention the wet, shockingly beautiful blow job Alli had just given me. I had never had sex with a black girl before, but I had an inkling in my nerves that tonight everything in my life was going to change - a lot.

And I had Anne, my boss, to thank for it. She had suggested that I take Alli under my wing at the ad agency we both worked at, she had arranged for us to use the sauna at my boss Barbara's house, the way she had even hinted that Alli give me oral sex. Everything had happened just because of my run in with Anne. But now here I was. She had told me I should receive oral sex from Alli as part of some sex game she was playing, but I wanted more, and I closed into her space in the pool, coming up from behind her.

"What are you doing?" Alli asked in jest.

"Just...touching you," I said. I felt my semi-erect cock float up against her backside under the cool water of the pool , refilling with warm blood that made me erect and rubbing against her Trinidadian booty.

"Oh, I like that.." she cooed. "Kiss me here," she said pointing to her ears. I pulled my neck up over those golden and beautiful shoulders, and sucking on her naked and wet ear lobes. I could tell she liked it. "Now kiss me here" she said, pointing at her lower neck. I slid down slowly, kissing my way to the crux of her neck and shoulder, then slowly licking and enjoying her sweet salty taste. She inhaled deeply, spreading her legs farther apart and letting one hand snake down to her voluptuous dark vagina, inserting a finger inside a hearth that was no doubt wet and hot.

"Keep going" she moaned. I cupped my hands around her huge brown breasts and began to lightly squeeze them as I kissed her. My dick grew harder and I rubbed it harder against her backside..."You know, Peter," she gasped, "I don't usually...go...OH...all the way on the first date," she said. "But..I..could make an exception in your case." My body nearly collapsed at the thought and I kept kissing her, propelled by some animal instinct. I was no longer in control. "Plus," she continued amongst heavy sighs and throbs, "I don't think I'm going to be able to get home with out...fucking you." There was something about the way she said "fucking" it was so innocent, like it was a foreign word she was just wrapping her lips around for the first time.

"Come here" she said, and swam away to the shallow end of the pool. I followed her to the shallow end, and she walked up on the steps, lying on her back with her legs dipping into the pool. I instantly climbed up on top of her and she let a hand slide down and positioned my cock at the mouth to her pussy. "Come inside me, Peter," she said, pulling my warm body closer. I felt her pussy lips part, and I began slowly thrusting inwards, feeling the warm walls of her cunt separate to taste and lick my hot erect dick. She seemed to shake as I slowly filled her up, until the stump of my penis hit her mound. I breathed a sigh. "Alli..." I said looking at her. "Shut up," she laughed. "Just keep going."

I began to pump her deeply. I wanted long smooth strokes so she could feel how big I was. With each stroke she let out an enjoyable moan. She was really liking it and sat back, passive, as I pumped her wet pussy. "You have a beautiful pussy," I said to her. "Can I taste it?" I asked, moaning in pleasure.

Her eyes fixated me with lust and anticipation of pleasure. I pulled out of her womb, and she took my head in her palms, guiding me down to her black cunt, until the pungent smell enveloped my senses and nerves. I closed my eyes and began to lick at her opening. I was relieved to find that Alli's vagina tasted ok. Salty, and a bit sweet, and that strange musky odor all vaginas give off, but not so strong as to make me feel queasy. Instead it drew me in, and I stretched my tongue in as deep as I could until it strained my jaw to be inside her pussy. 

"Mmmm," Alli moaned, pulling my head deeper into her wet opening. "Suck me!" she cried. "Taste me." I kept licking, taking moments to sniff and probe her clit, which she really liked. Then I saw that every time I neared her anus, she got more excited and jittery. I could feel the tension in her hips. I pulled my hand up and lay a finger against the opening, then began to insert my small finger inside, while I probed and licked her hot labia. She could almost not stand this and she bucked her hips against my face. "Come up here," she said. "Come up here and fuck me," she cried. I kept my pressure, slowly letting another finger into her ass as I licked and suck her moist and now extremely wet snatch. "Please,' she begged. "Just give it to me." I felt my knees weaken as well and stood up, pressing my lips, covered in her spunk, against hers, so she could taste herself, my dick easily finding her cunt and pushing inside to fill her up. 

Feeling myself barely able to hold out I pushed in harder a few quick times as she pulled her legs around my waist, obviously coming. As her vagina tightened and contracted with her orgasm I let my load go, filling up her snatch with my liquid and pumping until my cock retreated a bit, getting slightly softer and my body felt mellow, falling on her out of breath dark gorgeousness.

We lay there both exchanging fluids, sweat, and heavy breaths. "Peter," she sighed. And then she said nothing.

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It was early morning when I felt the cold leather nudge my shoulder. At first I thought it was just a dream, but when Barb's voice started filling my ears, I opened up one of my eyes and looked up. And there she was looking right down at me. Me naked. Next to a naked Alli. Next to her swimming pool. I couldn't believe we had fallen asleep. And now we were in very deep shit.

"Um," Barb said as she sort of stepped back from the two naked bodies lying near her pool. You could tell she was a little confused about how to handle this. And I knew that there was no way I could explain it. 

"Peter, do you mind if I have a word with you?" I got up and lifted Alli's arm from my chest, but not waking her. I followed Barb up a set of stairs and inside her house. When I got in she looked at me up and down and did something I totally didn't expect. She didn't grab the police. Instead she reached out with her well-manicured business hands and politely grabbed my soft dick. 

"I..," I started to speak but she quickly silenced me.

"I just got off the phone with Anne," Barb said. "Relax, you are not in trouble. But I know everything."

"Oh," I said, almost unconscious with anxiety. "Well," Barb continued. "In order to 'pay rent' for last night it will cost you and it will cost your little beauty out there something," she said.

"Go and wake her up," she commanded. "My husband and I have plans for you two." 



The Boss Ch. 03



This is chapter three of an ongoing story. If you haven't read chapters 1 & 2 yet, I suggest you do so first. The full D/s relationship finally begins taking shape here, and continues to develop over this chapter and the next. Chapter 5 will begin the more traditional dynamics, but my muse requested this brief side plot, and I'm not one to argue with the muse. This isn't a quick story. The plot builds slowly, and each successive chapter is longer than the one before it, so far. However, the rest of the chapters will have more sexual encounters than the first one. All comments welcomed and appreciated, but if you have criticism please keep it constructive.

Special thanks to Fetishep for editing./strong

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The weekend passed more quickly than I thought it would after Friday's fun, although by Monday the frustration had returned, just not quite as strong after having been so thoroughly fucked. As had become my habit in the last few weeks, I was at work just a few minutes early. This time when she half-smiled at seeing me there, I was sure it wasn't my imagination, and just that small acknowledgement sent me right back into full-blown lust. Images from our time together Friday evening started replaying in my head, and I started fantasizing about all the future encounters we would be having. By lunch I was so horny I couldn't even concentrate on my work, and I knew there was no way I was making it through the day without some release. Luckily for me, almost all of my coworkers left the office for lunch, so I decided to stay behind and treat myself to an orgasm while I wasn't technically on the clock. Also fortunately, I kept a small vibrating bullet in my purse for just such emergency occasions, which was perfect for a discrete fap at my desk. 

I suppose I should take a moment to describe my office a little so you can really picture what happened next. My desk is in the back corner of the office. It backs up to huge windows looking out on the street, with the wall on my left, and a cubicle wall on my right. It's open in front of my desk to the corridor through the office, but the backing on my desk comes all the way to floor, making underneath my desk absolutely private. As long as no one walks past me, there is very little I can't do at my desk without getting caught, and this was by no means the first time I'd taken advantage of a little lunch time privacy for some "me time."

After the last person left for lunch, I hastily pulled the bullet out, and within seconds it was buzzing between my legs. My orgasm built as I replayed the events of Friday evening and night over and over. Within minutes I was coming, my eyes closed with the effort of stifling my moans. 

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" My eyes opened at the familiar voice. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, ma'am... I was just enjoying the privacy and... I got a little carried away... I'm so sorry" I stammered. I continued to apologize profusely until her raised hand stopped me. 

"Enough. I am heartily sick of hearing 'I'm sorry' from you. Be prepared to stay later than normal today. I will see you at the usual time." 

"Yes ma'am, of course ma'am. I will see you then."

5pm couldn't come fast enough after that. She had caught me not only masturbating at work, but I'd still been at my desk where any one of my coworkers could have walked in. I knew I was in for some form of punishment, but I had no idea what it could possibly be and that made me nervous. As soon as Janet passed me on her way out, I practically raced to her office. 

"For your behavior this afternoon, you can start this evening by cleaning out your office," she began, and my heart dropped. "You will be moving into an office much closer to me with much less privacy where I can keep my eye on you," she continued, and the relief that I wasn't being fired made me a bit dizzy. "What were you using to pleasure yourself this afternoon?" she asked, and I blushed at the unexpected line of questioning.

"A vibrating bullet, ma'am," I answered, staring at my feet. 

"I see. I will be confiscating that bullet for now. You will get it back when our arrangement is concluded. Is that clear?" I nodded. "Now, what on earth compelled you to masturbate at your desk in full view of anyone walking into the office in the middle of the workday like a horny teenager?!"

My blush deepened. "I... um... well... that is to say... I..." 

"Well, spit it out... I haven't got all night."

"I... well, you... I mean, not you... me... I..." I took a deep breath before blurting out all at once "It's just that I find you so attractive, and this arrangement of ours has had me on edge so much lately and I got to thinking about seeing you again tonight and I just couldn't help myself." 

"I see. How many days have you masturbated out of the last 11 days?" 

"Masturbated, ma'am? Well, I really couldn't give you a specific number... somewhere around 9 or 10 days?"

Her eyebrows rose a bit. "Is that so? And have you done anything besides masturbating to address this state you're in?"

My face felt like it was on fire. "Yes, ma'am."

"Well, what did you do?"

"On Friday I picked up a guy in a bar and had sex with him," I answered quietly, embarrassed by how completely slutty that must sound to her.

She nodded a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, since it seems you're quite the pickup artist, I want you to go to a bar and pick up a guy for me. You will then bring him to this address," she scrawled something on a piece of paper as she was speaking, and then handed it to me. "At the bottom of that sheet you will see a list of the qualities I look for in a man. Find someone who matches a majority of those qualities. I have starred the ones that are non-negotiable. Do you understand?"

I nodded, still blushing furiously. 

"Now, it would seem you have a lot to get through this evening. I expect you at my house, with a man, no later than 10pm if you wish to keep your job. You had better get started. You are dismissed."

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am," I stammered, as I rushed to my desk to start getting moved into my new cubicle. My new desk was within eyeshot of her door, and lacked the full back privacy of my former desk. By 6:30 I had my new space set up, and was rushing home to get ready to hit the bars. I wasn't sure how busy they would be on a Monday night, but at least it was during the summer so I stood a chance of finding someone. 

During the short walk to a bar not far from my apartment (a different one than the one I had visited Friday), I reviewed her list of qualifications. The starred ones were all fairly straightforward requirements: no drugs, still fairly sober, disease free, and 6+ inches in their pants. The last two had a note in parentheses next to them that read "yes, I do require that you ask them, or find out in some other way." The rest of the list contained things like submissive tendencies, extremely fit ("obviously able to pick me up"), dark hair, tall, educated ("must be able to hold a conversation"), and skilled at oral sex. The list didn't seem too bad until I got to that last qualification. How in the hell was I going to find out if he was skilled at oral sex? The obvious answer was to test for myself, but I didn't have nearly enough time for that. 

The guy from Friday night crossed my mind briefly as the perfect candidate, but of course I didn't have any way of contacting him. I considered reversing course to the same bar I'd been to Friday night to see if he was there, but I decided I had too little time to waste it chasing maybes. Having decided on that course of action, I was shocked when I walked into the bar and he was standing there. I greeted him, and then explained the situation as briefly as I could. 

"So let me get this straight... not only is your boss blackmailing you to keep your job, but you're actually enjoying it, and now you're going to pick up a guy for her to fuck, knowing that you don't even get to watch?!" He shook his head. "You certainly surprised me. Well, let's see the list, I'll see if I can help you out." I watched him read over the list, his smile growing wider every second. "I can tell you this much: if she wants submissive tendencies, I'm certainly not your guy." My disappointment must have been written all over my face because he continued, "however, I happen to be here with a friend tonight that I'm pretty sure would check all your boxes. I just don't know how big his cock is, and although I've heard his oral skills are good, you might need to test that for yourself."

"You're a lifesaver!" I replied. "Can you introduce us?"

His smile turned mischievous. "That information will cost you a bit. As I recall, I left Friday night without getting a blowjob. You come in the bathroom with me and suck me off, and then I'll introduce you. Do we have a deal?"

I glanced down at my watch even as I realized I really didn't have another option... and that I really did want to blow him. "Yes, of course, that's fine" I answered, and then led the way to the men's bathroom. There was someone else in there, but I was beyond caring. I just walked into the stall, turned around and knelt on the floor. He followed me, but didn't bother shutting the stall door behind him. I guess whoever was in here was going to get quite the show if they cared to watch. 

As I reached for the fastenings of his jeans with hands that just barely shook, I was intensely aware of every sensation. The cold hardness of the tile under my knees, my heels digging into my ass, my toes curled against the bottom of my shoes, pressing into the hard floor. My skirt had ridden up, stretched over my thighs, and I could feel the slightest hint of a breeze playing across my lace panties. I felt the almost uncomfortable beginnings of my arousal building between my legs, and I squirmed a little, reveling in the barest touch of lace against my swelling clit. This whole lewd scenario had me so fucking turned on it was embarrassing. All that flickered through my mind at lightning speed as I watched my hand drift toward the bulge in his jeans. 

I leaned forward slightly as I tugged at his button, and almost lost my balance when it suddenly popped free. I slowly slid his zipper down, licking my lips in anticipation of him filling my mouth. As I pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips, his cock sprang free, nearly at full attention. I wanted it harder, though, before I got down to the main event. I licked from his balls up the shaft, and slowly swirled my tongue over the head. I brought my hand up to cup his balls, gently kneading as my other hand followed behind my tongue in its path down to his balls, back up the shaft, circle the head, and then another side. As he stiffened further, I kept my hand pumping slowly up and down on his shaft as I sucked in just the head, and swirled my tongue over it, with pointed licks around the ridges, and then flat, broad strokes over the top. He groaned, and I chuckled to myself. I had him just where I wanted him. I continued my ministrations for a few more seconds before I began to slowly suck him in the rest of the way, combining my slow suction with broad licks. 

Meanwhile my hand kept up its steady rhythm down the shaft and then back up to meet my lips, and then back down again. With each pass my hand had less distance to travel as I drew him into my mouth with, I hoped, agonizing slowness. Part of me knew I should speed this up, and I certainly had the skills to make it a quickie, but it had been a long time since I'd had the opportunity to really show off my blowjob skills to someone new, and the inherent dirtiness of this whole encounter had me so incredibly turned on that I wanted to savor the moment. 

As I continued to suck him into my mouth, my desire to savor this warred with the feeling that a bathroom blowjob should really be a short affair. However, as he neared the back of my throat, he brought his hand up to rest on the back of my head, his fingers lightly twined in my hair, holding it out of the way, and that settled the debate for me. He was going to get the full experience, time constraints be damned. I moaned appreciatively, and he groaned again. I began to bob up and down, taking him to the back of my throat and then back up. 

I set up a rhythm, letting him get used to a certain tempo, before I suddenly took him all the way down so my nose was nestled in his pubic hair. I held that position for a couple of seconds, reveling in the feeling of him filling my mouth, before I went back to my former bobbing, but with a slight increase in tempo. I repeated that a few more times, and then I began humming, letting the vibrations fill my mouth. He grunted out an "oh fuck" and his hand tightened in my hair. I smiled internally, feeling proud and in control. His grip continued to tighten until he was just barely pulling my hair, and he began to use that leverage to maneuver me up and down on his cock, setting the tempo and depth with the pressure on my head. 

The feeling of control dissipated as I struggled to keep up with the tempo he was setting. He shoved me all the way down and I gagged slightly before trying to turn it into a swallow. He shoved me up and down at a near frenzied pace and I started to have more and more trouble keeping up (and breathing). I put both hands on his thighs and pushed a little, and he seemed to come back to himself as he let off the pressure. I replaced my mouth with my hand as I licked my lips and sucked in gulping mouthfuls of air. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me before I returned to my work. 

I let him take control this time, but set the tempo somewhere between the slow buildup I had been using and his desperate pace. I used one hand to gently massage his balls while I braced myself with the other. We settled into a sort of rhythm, and the sounds of our moans and sighs filled the bathroom, echoing off the walls and mixing with his occasional expletive. I was dimly aware of footsteps entering the bathroom, and a voice muttering "um... never mind" before the footsteps retreated, but the majority of my focus was on the man standing in front of me, and the fullness in my mouth. 

Before too long he told me he was getting close, and I grunted an acknowledgement but didn't let off. He warned me seconds before his hot cum filled my mouth and slid down my throat, and I managed to swallow it all, and then grinned up at him. He smiled down at me, one hand braced on the wall of the stall, panting. "Damn." His eyes looked a little unfocused and my smile widened. I stood up, straightening my skirt and adjusting my shirt, and then stepped around him to check my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my lips were red, not to mention my hair looked a little disheveled, but all in all not bad for having just sucked an almost stranger off in a bar bathroom. I fixed my hair, reapplied lipstick, and then turned around to face him. His pants were already up and fastened, and he looked overall none the worse for our little tryst. 

"Damn," he repeated again, and I grinned at him. 

"Enjoy yourself?" I asked, impishly. 

"Fuck yeah. That was... you were... damn..." he trailed off and I reached for his arm. 

"I'm glad you're happy," I said with a smile, and then added "a deal's a deal." 

He nodded, and escorted me out of the bathroom.

He stood at the door for a few seconds scanning the room for his friend, and then we headed across the bar to a tall, dark-haired guy leaning casually in the corner surveying the assembled crowd. He leaned in and whispered something to his friend, and his friend nodded, and then led us both out of the bar to a patio in the back. Introductions were made, and we shook hands. "She's got an interesting proposal for you," my new friend explained. 

"Oh?" he looked at me questioningly. I quickly explained the situation, and then produced a picture of my boss. 

"Are you interested?" I asked. 

"Absolutely," he replied. "When should we head over?"

"Um..." I glanced at my watch. It was already 9:15, which meant we absolutely had to be there in 45 minutes. I had to quickly debate whether I wanted to trust that he was as good at oral as he had been portrayed, or if we had time for a quick sampling before we headed over. "There is this one other requirement..." I began, my mind working furiously. 

"What's that?" he asked, and my friend snickered. 

"Well, you see... there were 2 things on her list that I had to check... erm... personally. Um... there's... that you're at least 6 inches, and... well... that you're good at oral." I finished, and blushed. 

"I see. Well, the six inches part I can vouch for, and as for the oral... well... I've never had any complaints."

I was sure my face was flaming as I debated my options. I knew I had taken too much time with my blowjob to really get a proper sampling, but damn I was horny and if he was any good it would certainly take the edge off. I stood there for a long minute debating internally. 

"Well..." He prompted. 

"Oh fuck it," I said. "If you're not actually good I'm totally jeopardizing my job here, but there just isn't time for me to find out for myself. Let's leave now. It's better to be early than late with her." We flagged down a cab outside the bar without too much effort, and were soon speeding toward her house. My nervousness grew the closer we got, and I began to fidget. If he noticed my plight, he didn't remark on it, and most of the cab ride over passed in silence.



The Boss Ch. 04



"Ooh that's more like it," Alli said as she slid back into Barb's deep blue pool. Everything about her oozed sex, the way she looked satisfied by the cool water, the way she rolled her smooth black shoulders as she climbed into the pool, the way her eyes focused in on me like she could have ten of my babies.

I sat there watching her, floating in the water, my body naked and clean from the hot sauna we had just taken, not to mention the wet, shockingly beautiful blow job Alli had just given me. I had never had sex with a black girl before, but I had an inkling in my nerves that tonight everything in my life was going to change - a lot.

And I had Anne, my boss, to thank for it. She had suggested that I take Alli under my wing at the ad agency we both worked at, she had arranged for us to use the sauna at my boss Barbara's house, the way she had even hinted that Alli give me oral sex. Everything had happened just because of my run in with Anne. But now here I was. She had told me I should receive oral sex from Alli as part of some sex game she was playing, but I wanted more, and I closed into her space in the pool, coming up from behind her.

"What are you doing?" Alli asked in jest.

"Just...touching you," I said. I felt my semi-erect cock float up against her backside under the cool water of the pool , refilling with warm blood that made me erect and rubbing against her Trinidadian booty.

"Oh, I like that.." she cooed. "Kiss me here," she said pointing to her ears. I pulled my neck up over those golden and beautiful shoulders, and sucking on her naked and wet ear lobes. I could tell she liked it. "Now kiss me here" she said, pointing at her lower neck. I slid down slowly, kissing my way to the crux of her neck and shoulder, then slowly licking and enjoying her sweet salty taste. She inhaled deeply, spreading her legs farther apart and letting one hand snake down to her voluptuous dark vagina, inserting a finger inside a hearth that was no doubt wet and hot.

"Keep going" she moaned. I cupped my hands around her huge brown breasts and began to lightly squeeze them as I kissed her. My dick grew harder and I rubbed it harder against her backside..."You know, Peter," she gasped, "I don't usually...go...OH...all the way on the first date," she said. "But..I..could make an exception in your case." My body nearly collapsed at the thought and I kept kissing her, propelled by some animal instinct. I was no longer in control. "Plus," she continued amongst heavy sighs and throbs, "I don't think I'm going to be able to get home with out...fucking you." There was something about the way she said "fucking" it was so innocent, like it was a foreign word she was just wrapping her lips around for the first time.

"Come here" she said, and swam away to the shallow end of the pool. I followed her to the shallow end, and she walked up on the steps, lying on her back with her legs dipping into the pool. I instantly climbed up on top of her and she let a hand slide down and positioned my cock at the mouth to her pussy. "Come inside me, Peter," she said, pulling my warm body closer. I felt her pussy lips part, and I began slowly thrusting inwards, feeling the warm walls of her cunt separate to taste and lick my hot erect dick. She seemed to shake as I slowly filled her up, until the stump of my penis hit her mound. I breathed a sigh. "Alli..." I said looking at her. "Shut up," she laughed. "Just keep going."

I began to pump her deeply. I wanted long smooth strokes so she could feel how big I was. With each stroke she let out an enjoyable moan. She was really liking it and sat back, passive, as I pumped her wet pussy. "You have a beautiful pussy," I said to her. "Can I taste it?" I asked, moaning in pleasure.

Her eyes fixated me with lust and anticipation of pleasure. I pulled out of her womb, and she took my head in her palms, guiding me down to her black cunt, until the pungent smell enveloped my senses and nerves. I closed my eyes and began to lick at her opening. I was relieved to find that Alli's vagina tasted ok. Salty, and a bit sweet, and that strange musky odor all vaginas give off, but not so strong as to make me feel queasy. Instead it drew me in, and I stretched my tongue in as deep as I could until it strained my jaw to be inside her pussy. 

"Mmmm," Alli moaned, pulling my head deeper into her wet opening. "Suck me!" she cried. "Taste me." I kept licking, taking moments to sniff and probe her clit, which she really liked. Then I saw that every time I neared her anus, she got more excited and jittery. I could feel the tension in her hips. I pulled my hand up and lay a finger against the opening, then began to insert my small finger inside, while I probed and licked her hot labia. She could almost not stand this and she bucked her hips against my face. "Come up here," she said. "Come up here and fuck me," she cried. I kept my pressure, slowly letting another finger into her ass as I licked and suck her moist and now extremely wet snatch. "Please,' she begged. "Just give it to me." I felt my knees weaken as well and stood up, pressing my lips, covered in her spunk, against hers, so she could taste herself, my dick easily finding her cunt and pushing inside to fill her up. 

Feeling myself barely able to hold out I pushed in harder a few quick times as she pulled her legs around my waist, obviously coming. As her vagina tightened and contracted with her orgasm I let my load go, filling up her snatch with my liquid and pumping until my cock retreated a bit, getting slightly softer and my body felt mellow, falling on her out of breath dark gorgeousness.

We lay there both exchanging fluids, sweat, and heavy breaths. "Peter," she sighed. And then she said nothing.

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

It was early morning when I felt the cold leather nudge my shoulder. At first I thought it was just a dream, but when Barb's voice started filling my ears, I opened up one of my eyes and looked up. And there she was looking right down at me. Me naked. Next to a naked Alli. Next to her swimming pool. I couldn't believe we had fallen asleep. And now we were in very deep shit.

"Um," Barb said as she sort of stepped back from the two naked bodies lying near her pool. You could tell she was a little confused about how to handle this. And I knew that there was no way I could explain it. 

"Peter, do you mind if I have a word with you?" I got up and lifted Alli's arm from my chest, but not waking her. I followed Barb up a set of stairs and inside her house. When I got in she looked at me up and down and did something I totally didn't expect. She didn't grab the police. Instead she reached out with her well-manicured business hands and politely grabbed my soft dick. 

"I..," I started to speak but she quickly silenced me.

"I just got off the phone with Anne," Barb said. "Relax, you are not in trouble. But I know everything."

"Oh," I said, almost unconscious with anxiety. "Well," Barb continued. "In order to 'pay rent' for last night it will cost you and it will cost your little beauty out there something," she said.

"Go and wake her up," she commanded. "My husband and I have plans for you two."



The Boss Ch. 05



I was fully nude, freshly laid, and nauseous with anxiety as I sat quietly at one end of Barbara's long, dark antique wooden dinner table. Barbara and her husband's Phil's house was in a secluded residential area near a fresh water lake, and birds chirped earnestly in the distance as the late morning sunlight whitened Barbara's modern interior via skylight.

I sat in a wooden chair; my hands nestled in my lap, covering my limp, flaccid penis, staring across the table at my equally mortified girlfriend, also nude, and also in a deep mix of horror and contemplation.

"How did we get to this point?" I wondered as our hosts Barb and Phil scuffled about the kitchen getting us coffee. 

The whole series of events flickered before my eyes -- how Anne, my supervisor at work had seduced me, then encouraged me to pursue ___ sexually, even setting up our date at Barb and Phil's stately-home. I wondered if Anne had set us up. I wondered if behind her bookish glasses dwelt a perverse and sadistic mind.

"There there," said Barb, my boss, resting a manicured claw on my naked shoulder. 

"Don't look so upset, Peter. Getting caught isn't the end of the world," she said.

Barb seemed honest in her nurturing, but I didn't trust her one bit, neither it seemed did Alli who was obviously less enthused to be held nude and captive in the home of two Italian-American yuppies.

"What do you want from us?!" stormed Alli, casting a menacing look at Barb. 

"The same thing everybody wants," answered Barb. "A little respect."

Alli shut her mouth as Phil, Barb's husband came up from behind Alli and set his hands on her shoulders. Phil was a builder by trade, and his hands were thick and rugged, in contrast to his wife's hands which were graced by long fingers and coned fingernails. The hands of a manager.

"You should be lucky we don't call the police," said Phil in a light-hearted, yet deadly serious tone. 

"Breaking and entering? Plus the fact we found you bare in your backyard, plus the fact that the police chief is my poker buddy?" continued Phil. 

"You could be in a lot of trouble." He began to slowly massage the black shoulders of my West Indian girlfriend.

"So I assume you have something else planned?" I sighed.

Phil's light blue eyes flickered in the light and glanced towards Barb, who appeared to nod and encourage him to say what came next.

"I know you think that I am a very wealthy man," said Phil, as he moved to sit at the table, his posture revealing that he was "leveling" with us. 

He pulled he shirtsleeves back revealing his strong forearms, and rest his hands on the table. 

"But I wasn't always wealthy. In fact, I used to be quite poor. Barb used to be quite poor too," he said nodding towards Barb.

"But now that we are wealthy and middle aged," he continued, "we like to live the good life. We like to take vacations, we like to eat at fancy restaurants," he said.

"Where is this going?" interrupted Alli.

"Well, honey, we like to indulge ourselves," he said, patting her on the back. "And today we are going to indulge ourselves in you two."

A shudder of anxiety ran down my spine. 

"But first, I think we could all use a good cup of coffee," Phil said, pushing glasses at all of us. Thirsty, I quickly grabbed it and took a few dregs. Alli also held her cup to her mouth and drank. Barb and Phil followed.

"You see," Barb entered, pushing her lush curly black hair from her face. 

"You are just such a handsome boy," Barb said, sitting down. "And," she said, pausing to look at me, "I've heard everything about you," she said, running one long fingernail down my forearm. 

As her finger moved downwards I began to feel a bit dizzy. It sort of set in, like the sound you hear in the back of your head after a long concert -- this fog of disorientation, and I began to talk but I couldn't understand what I was saying.

The light in the kitchen began to dim from extreme light to dark and I recall looking at my hands but not feeling them.

I glanced across the table at Alli, who began lowering her head until it fell flat on the table, I looked back at Phil, who began to stand up, and said something like "Don't worry" or "Don't hurry" and then. I don't remember what happened next.

****

At some point, I felt a hand on my body. It shook me, and I started to slowly crawl out of the black back into the light. 

Woozy, I opened my eyes and felt my surroundings. I was on a bed, still nude, presumably upstairs in Barb and Phil's house. I looked around but couldn't really figure out how I had got there. So I stood up to get around the room when BOOM! I fell flat on the floor, my penis lightly chafing against the wooly carpet on the floor. My feet were bound. And that's when I noticed two other feet. Two laced-up work boots that could only belong to a man.

"Tried to escape, eh?" said the boots. I remembered that voice. It was Phil's voice. In a second he reached down, pulled my up, and sat me at the end of the bed. I glanced nervously around, and saw that Barb sat fully-clothed in a wicker seat in the corner, and Phil was standing before me in a blue t-shirt, a pair of tight, blue jeans, and those brown workers boots.

"Where -- Where's Alli?" I asked still hazy from my magic cup of coffee.

"She's fine," said Barb, from the corner chair. "She's asleep in the guestroom."

"Oh, ok," I answered back, still a bit foggy.

Phil shuffled his feet nervously, and looked back at Barb. 

"Well, hon, should we start?" he asked in a sensitive tone. 

"Go ahead, honey," she said, nodding confidently. "Give it to him. I want to watch."

It was now quite clear to me what was about to happen. I wasn't to be used by Barb, as I had thought briefly downstairs. I was about to be used -- or, how did Phil put it? Indulged by the master of the house.

I saw his strong frame step towards me and one forearm reached in my direction, a clubby hand grasping under my chin, then a salty finger pulling my mouth open and inserting it inside. My mouth reacted coldly, allowing the intruding digit to sit on my tongue, but doing little else.

"Barb, you sure have some good looking employees," he said. 

"Oh Peter's one of our best," she answered back. "Go ahead, Peter," she whispered. "Suck Phil's finger, you know you want to."

I had never sucked a finger in my life, or a penis for that matter. So when it came to giving -- gulp -- blowjobs -- I was a tender, young virgin. But sensing my vulnerability, coupled with the natural desire to do something with that finger, I obliged and began to suck on Phil's finger, as Barb looked on, obviously turned on by the sight of a young man pleasing her husband. 

I did my best to imitate the way Alli and Anne had done it to me, even casting up obscene looks at Phil, who still looked nervous and ... I admit, a little attractive. 

Barb started to grunt soft commands at me, like "That's it, Peter, you're a pro, now take two fingers," while Phil grew more confident -- and aroused, judging by the bulge in his jeans -- inserting two, and then three fingers into my now very wet mouth.

After a good five minutes of sucking his fingers, Phil pulled his hand away and began to unzip his jeans. I sat quietly and nervously, glancing at Barb who nodded with encouragement. "Here it comes," I thought. "Here we go ..."

Phil lowered his jeans to about his knee level, revealing two muscular tan thighs and gray cotton briefs, through which I could see something engorged and a bit scary. 

It was such a familiar sight, having one myself, and I knew where each part of his anatomy was and -- even better for him -- what it might feel like if I touched it.

Barb slowly removed herself from the chair and began to move in my direction, eventually sitting beside me on the bed.

"Honey, I know it's scary," she said, "but trust me, you'll like it." 

My anxiety began to translate to my groin area as I felt hotter and my penis grew with each pump of hot blood. Barb looked down at my cock and smiled, knowingly. 

"Oh, I see you are already starting to get the right vibe," she said. She ran a long finger along my hardening cock.

"Let's come up with a fantasy, shall we?" She whispered into my ear. 

"I'll give you three choices. Choice 1) Phil is your older, wiser cellmate in prison and you are his bitch, Choice 2) Phil is a wealthy businessman and you are his rent boy, or 3) Phil is the high school quarterback, and you are his girlfriend on prom night" Barb said, loving every dirty thought crossing her mind.

"Well, what will it be?" asked an impatient and hard Phil. 

"Number three," I gulped. I wouldn't be anybody's bitch or rent boy, but I could play girlfriend on prom night if that is what it took to get through this. 

"Good choice," Phil answered. I then reached forward to meet his dick head on. 

My two large hands made their way to the top of his briefs and slowly lowered them. First was the delicate mass of black pubic hair. Then the thick, oak-like stump of Phil's cock, and then -- pulling the briefs all the way down, the lengthy brown shaft and thick purple head, finally loose in the raw air of the bedroom. It was bigger -- and thicker -- than mine. Ugly and beautiful at the same time.

"Be a good boy," Barb slithered. "Suck my husband's cock. And drink his cum."

With those words, I let down my guard and let his warm, thick cock pass my lips and enter my mouth. 

I felt his strong hands take their positions on each of my shoulders and Barb's hand clutch the back of my neck, pushing me forward and pulling me away. 

She would whisper sweet comments in my ears like "Relax your throat" as Phil's pulsating manhood pushing into my mouth and back and he began to moan that manly moan of pleasure that I knew too well. 

Except this time -- apparently -- Phil was in charge, and I was the whore. And with each stroke I liked it more.

"That's it," groaned Phil as he, along with Barb, pulled my head towards and from his hot dick. 

As I was sucking, I heard a knock at the bedroom door, and Barb got up to let the visitor -- perhaps Alli -- in. But when I looked beyond Phil's trim, tanned waist, I saw another woman standing next to Barb. It was my supervisor, Anne.

"Oh Peter," she cackled. "You just look adorable with a cock in your mouth. Look at those pretty, ruby red lips," she said, walking closer, standing next to me and putting her hand on Phil's ass. 

"Now the question is as old as the art of giving head" she said, petting my head. "Spit or swallow."

She walked away, and Phil began thrusting deeper and harder into my mouth. I knew that he was going to come soon, and I felt the first gobs of salty pre-cum moisten my throat. 

My hand fell downward and began to touch my p-spot below my balls, imagining Phil's hard dick pumping me there in the ass. Meanwhile, Barb and Anne took their seats in the corner of the room, Barb even boldly reaching into her pants with her right hand to tease her clit as she watched her male employee give her hubby a blowjob.

Finally, a hot dollop of Phil's load exploded in my mouth, hitting the roof then trickling down my throat as I began to swallow the hot substance and breath through my nose at the same time. The taste, the feel, everything was hypnotic.

He gripped my head with both hands pulling it tight into his swarthy groin as second and then a third spurt of hot semen entered my throat and then, eventually my stomach. Despite my best intentions to put on a show for Anne, Phil's hot sticky cum was all over my chin and lips.

Anne got up and sarcastically applauded. 

"Bravo, Peter," she said. "I can see you learned an awful lot from me, and you make such a cute cocksucker," she said striding towards me. 

Anne was actually dressed in a red one piece bathing suit, holding up he voluptuous, middle-aged figure. Perhaps she had been trying out Barb and Phil's pool while they warmed me up. 

Her immense maternal chest bounced with each stride, and she brushed back her auburn, graying hair. She then lifted my exhausted face and pulled hers toward mine, softly licking Phil's cum off my chin, lips, planting little wet kisses on my ears and cheeks, and eventually my tongue, as she passionately French kissed me.

For his part, Phil relaxed and stepped away, obviously absorbed in his deep orgasm, and perhaps shocked a bit that it had come from the mouth of another man.

The room was silence for a moment when Anne finished kissing me and looked back at Barb. 

"Well," Anne said. "should we go get our Caribbean princess up? She has a long hour or two ahead of her." 

"Okay," Barb answered. "Follow me." 

The wicked duo exited the room. As Phil sat down me on the bed, his cock still erect. I looked at it -- it's ugly, thick veins and proud, shiny tip, and began to feel a stirring in my loins once more.

"You want more, don't you?" he said nervously. 

I nodded with the broken esteem of a shameless whore. 

"Ok," he said, lifting my head up close to his warm penis. "Let's have another go."