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Becoming ME Ch. 01

By: mercianknight



Chapter 1: Colin




"Solid"..... "Dependable"...... "Helpful"....."Honest" ...... "A good friend." Words and phrases that were commonly used to describe me for virtually my entire youth and a good part of my working life. "Smart" It was just society's way of saying I was invisible to those from whom I sought attention and "BORING" for the rest of them. Everyone's friend and "go to" guy.

Who am ...erm.... pardon me...... who WAS I? 

My name is Colin, and up until a couple of years ago I was an average kind of guy, not stunningly handsome, but not ugly either. Physically I was, well, average with a developing paunch as I rapidly approached my middle aged crisis. Married almost 20 years to a woman who's beauty had seemed to fade almost as quickly as our dreams of early retirement when the financial melt-down that was the catalyst for my metamorphosis took hold. I was a mid-level manager at the Head Office of the city's second largest bank, not high enough to enjoy the executive perks, but high enough to have the respect and authority over our predominantly female staff.

We had an eclectic mix of people working at the bank and our fair share of 'eye candy'. I was fortunate enough to be regarded as the friendliest, approachable and most helpful manager in the building. My ability to intuitively find solutions to problems solidified my reputation as the "go to guy" and I was proud of my impartiality and professionalism in dealings with my staff, colleagues and clients.

Now, before I go on, I must offer up some mitigating circumstances as to why such a mild mannered bank manager transformed into a self confessed monster. Sometimes things just happen and you get swept along unable or unwilling to control events. Call it fate if you will, but just as the recession bit deep I found myself assailed from all sides. At home the wife always seemed miserable and our sex life became non-existent. The increasing pressures of work kept me away from home more and more as both clients and staff found themselves over-extended at a time when there seemed to be less and less money to go around. I often felt as though I had been the only person in town to have invested and spent prudently as I helped all around me to re-structure or re-finance their debts. It was particularly harrowing when dealing with staff who had the added pressure of knowing they could be fired should they find themselves unable to meet their financial obligations – typically insane bank logic to fire a person who is already struggling financially!!

One such case of poor, or unfortunate, money management was a floor supervisor named Mrs. Louise Jenkins. A married, 37 year old, statuesque, 5 foot 7 inch, slender brunette who carried herself with such an air of stand-offish superiority that she either intimidated you or, if you were I, gave you a raging hard-on. She was sexy in the way that a mature woman can exude sexuality. She dressed alluringly yet professionally in fitted blouses and skirt suits where the hem always stopped tantalizingly just at or above the knee and walked in 2 or 3 inch heels as though she had been born wearing them. Indeed, some of my less politically correct male colleagues had termed her a 'MILF', and I had to concur. Although Louise was a woman to be admired in the general sense, she had issues, of which I become only too well aware of.

By the early part of last year I had had the rather unpleasant but necessary task of meeting with Louise and Mark, her husband, to discuss their mortgage and burgeoning credit card debt. Mark had lost his job about a year earlier and the truth was that, unless he found a job, they could no longer afford the plush four bedroom up-market house that they had become accustomed to. I had seen a side of Louise I never knew existed at that meeting, a sense of desperation driven by embedded pride as she haughtily demanded my help. I did what I could, but I was honest with her and told them both that unless there was a remarkable turn-around in their situation, foreclosure proceedings would be likely within the next six months.

So, it came as no surprise when Senior Management red flagged Louise's accounts for my attention about 5 months later. With the housing market dead and no sign of a job for Mark, I arranged to meet Louise, informally, in my office, after banking hours. She had been overly stand offish since our first meeting which hardly helped her cause. After all, I did sympathise with her situation, but the bank was quite rigid in these matters. 

When Louise walked into my office she looked both imperious and ravishing at the same time. Head held high on her slender neck which was decorated with a tri-gold necklace that hung provocatively above the hint of cleavage exposed by her open collared white blouse. She wore a trademark fitted grey, pin-stripe, knee length skirt that I knew had a 3 inch slit to the rear that showed just a little more of her toned firm legs as she walked on black 3 inch Aldo pumps. Despite my empathy for her situation, I just couldn't help but think how damned sexy she was as she sat in one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. She must have already been wound up tighter than a spring because, after the usual pleasantries all I did was say, "So Louise, tell me what is happening. Truthfully."

It was like the flood gates burst open. Her eyes welled up with tears. Her facade crumbled before me as she regaled her plight and pleaded with me for my help, bent over in the chair, sobbing as she held her head in her hands. I was stunned. In essence, Mark couldn't find work, the house was valued at less than what they owed on it and to make ends meet and pay her sons school fees she had been maxing out her credit cards. She knew the rules and was terrified that she would now lose her own job.

After what seemed like an eternity, with me unsure of what to say, Louise raised her head and, despite her running mascara, a steely look in her brown eyes fixed on me, drilling into the very core of my soul as she said, "I cannot lose my house, I just can't. I won't." Her chest heaved as she regained some of her haughtiness before continuing, "I'll do anything. ANYTHING."

I didn't know what to say and then it happened. She rose up from her seat and came around to my side of the desk, swiveled my chair round and, placing her hands on the arm rests of my chair and leaned menacingly into me. I am ashamed to confess that I was so intimidated at that moment that I almost peed in my pants. 

"I've seen the way you look at me Colin. And I know that if I have you on my side then everything will work out, won't it?" All I could do was mutely nod my agreement.

Louise then slowly dropped down on her haunches as her hands went to my belt buckle and, before I could even think of protesting, she had my pants open and had my rapidly swelling cock in her hands. It was like a sordid dream come true and I felt sure that I must be dreaming.

As she lowered her mouth toward the now throbbing head of my cock her eyes looked up at me and she said, "I'm only doing this because you can help me, right Colin?"

"Uh-huh!" was the sum total of all I could say. I was so lame. 

Louise then took me in her warm, welcoming mouth and proceeded to massage and stimulate my shaft with her tongue and lips in a way that I only ever thought happened in porn stories. Let me quickly clarify that up until that moment I had been resigned to a life-long membership of the "even a bad blow job is better than no blow job" club of which 95% of the members seemed to be married guys like myself. The wife had never really enjoyed giving head and, pardon the pun, sucked at it. 

Louise, however, took a firm grasp of my shaft in her right hand and synchronized a gentle masturbatory technique with her uncanny ability to make almost my entire shaft disappear in her mouth as she sent incredible ripples of pleasure along the full length of the underside of my cock with her tongue. There was no grating against teeth, the pressure of her lips seemed to pull my foreskin back as much as the ministrations of her right hand. I was being overwhelmed by the sensations of the best blow job I think I had ever, ever had.

Looking down at her as her head gently bobbed up and down in my lap I could see a tantalizing flash of inner thigh as her legs had parted ever so slightly to allow her to lean in more to swallow my cock. I was rushing head long into an incredibly intense orgasm and reached a tentative hand toward her beautifully lush hair when, without missing a beat, she suddenly batted my approaching hand away with her left hand. At this stage however, I was not to be denied. 

Whether it was the whole scenario, a rush of blood or the latent male pig in me, I was not to be denied this moment. As delightful as her cock-sucking was, I was being overwhelmed with lust, with a need to shoot my seed deep and long down this gorgeous woman's throat. It was a primal feeling, and I'm still shocked at how it ended. 

"I don't fucking think so," I hissed and quickly raised my hand again to grab a thick wad of her hair from behind the back of her head and held her in place as I now started to face fuck Louise. I just couldn't help the need to be the one pumping into her mouth and being in charge. "If you want my help you'd better get used to swallowing my cum you stuck up bitch."

The words echoed in my head again and again, and Louise, to her credit, never flinched as she sensed I was about to cum. She continued to eagerly work as best as she could on my shaft as I now started forcing it up and into her sweet mouth. As I felt the tell tale swelling of my shaft fill her mouth she was able to take more and more of me down her throat without gagging. And then it came, wave after wave of my thick, creamy hot cum just kept shooting out into her receptive mouth as I felt sure I was going to pass out from the sheer ecstasy. I found it hard to recall ever having had such a strong orgasm as the one Louise gave me as I bucked uncontrollably into her mouth. As I slowly crested from my orgasm and released her hair, I knew that this would not be a one off.

As my cock finally began to deflate I was able to look down at Louise who was dutifully still sucking me as she looked up into my eyes, seemingly cleaning me. She looked different.

No more words were spoken as we each tidied ourselves up and parted company. I, for one, later realized how grateful I was that no-one had walked in on that little scene and resolved never to be as careless as that again.

Conflicted, I worked long and hard into the night that night trying to find a solution for Louise, reconcile what had happened and what I would do the next day. I felt both conqueror and conquered, a stud and an adulterer, but mostly, I admit, mostly I felt like a man again.



Becoming ME Ch. 02



Always punctual, I arrived at the door of what I assumed was Mr. Colin Yearwood's apartment at 6:58pm, two minutes before the scheduled meeting and wondering how it had all come to this. 

I am Louise Jenkins, a 37 year old married mother of one. My husband, Mark, is, unfortunately, an out of work, 45 year old construction worker. We have been married for almost 18 years now and, by most standards had done well for ourselves. We, or rather the Bank, own a plush 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom detached house in the better part of the city, we each drive a BMW 7 Series (Mark's only being 2 years older than mine) and are putting our only son, Michael, through the last two years of a very rewarding private school education with prospects for placement in some of the best Colleges and Universities in the country. Yes, life and the past 15 years had been good to us, even if I had turned into an awful snob who, despite the historically good money Mark earned, had made him somewhat of a social embarrassment these days. 

I do not know how I became the driver in the marriage. Sure I am proud that I had carefully steered my family up the steep rungs of the social class ladder, but I had always fantasized that I would be swept off my feet by a refined, handsome James Bond type who would take care of my every need. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and, when we were dating, I was the envy of all the girls in our neighbourhood, but, well, it seems somewhere along the way Mark had taken the path of least resistance. He is, or was, a great provider and loving husband, but he just seems to have no passion to advance. I have always stressed how important it is to be seen at the right social functions, volunteering at the most rewarding charity events and always, always looking ones absolute stunning best, but Mark has always been content, when not working, to go to watch his beloved football or potter at odd jobs around the house. I work hard at keeping up appearances and I would often feel drained from the efforts I made and more than a little angry that my family did not truly appreciate nor fully understand what I was doing for them. 

Blessed with a slender 5'7" statuesque frame and ample poise gathered from more than 12 years of ballet classes, I had learned early in my working life as a beauty consultant in a major department store, how to put on just the right amount of make-up to bring out ones best features. A penchant for fitted clothing and high heels that complement my long slender legs, I was always the proverbial "eye candy" wherever I went and have always known how to leverage that one advantage blessed upon women. In my own eyes I have only one flaw, and that is the size of my breasts. Although they are still firm and pert, I have always wished I had been blessed with slightly more than a 34B bra size.

Career wise, I had managed to rise to the status of floor supervisor in the city's second largest bank and enjoyed being the Queen B(itch) over my swarm of some 30 staff, mostly other women. I know I could probably run this place better than most of the men I answer to, however, I have accepted the 'glass ceiling' that impedes my advance simply because I am a woman. The few managers that I regularly interacted with I made the effort to befriend or ingratiate myself to, if they were women, or simply manipulate if they were men. I particularly enjoyed manipulating the men, reveling in their discomfort whilst flaunting my sexuality and feel that I have the measure of each and every one of them. Or at least that is how it felt prior to my perfect world falling apart. 

After the construction firm Mark worked for went bust I felt the full weight of our financial burden fall firmly on my shoulders and quickly realized it was beyond me. Before I knew it 12 months had gone by and Mark had been unable to find any work and we were rapidly running out of options. I now realized that we should have put more aside during the years of plenty because now we were living solely on credit and even that was drying up. Mark and I argued almost constantly now and all thoughts of intimacy had been lost after we missed the first mortgage payment. Mark had argued that we should sell whatever we could, such as the cars, to reduce the out-goings but I was not having any of that – no matter how much sense it made. I knew my pride was going to be our downfall if I was not careful.

When Mark and I were called in to meet with Mr. Yearwood, a Manager at the Bank, to discuss the deteriorating financial situation, I felt initially relieved that it was Colin who would be dealing with us. I liked Colin because he was quiet, trustworthy, and dependable. Unlike most of the other men I worked with, Colin was what I deemed "safe". Sure I would catch him furtively staring at me as I walked the banking hall, but I never felt threatened by him and considered him someone whom, if I needed to, I could easily manipulate and control. After all, Colin was just a man.

As expected, Colin had read Mark and I the riot act. The clock was now ticking and yet, even after that meeting I still felt that I could rescue the situation; that things would turn around and, more importantly, that Mark would find work. I was wrong on every single assumption I had made. By the time I was called in to see Colin again, some 5 months later, I had been forced to admit that the situation was hopeless. If the bank found out that things were much worse than they imagined; that since the initial meeting with Colin I had gone out and taken loans and credit cards with other institutions, then I would surely get fired. I knew what I had to do. 

Without consulting Mark, I gambled that I could get Colin to make all my problems disappear. Colin was smart and well connected. Colin was someone I could control and I decided the best way to get to him would be to manufacture a sexually compromising situation which I could somehow exploit. Which is how, after being called into his office and breaking down like a blubbering idiot, I came to find myself knelt before him giving him what I knew would be the best blow job he had ever had. 

What I had not expected was to find out how calm and assertive Colin was and how much I enjoyed being roughly grabbed by my hair and face fucked until I finally swallowed load after load of his thick cum down my throat. Conflicted at how things had worked out I had been speechless and more than a little aroused by Colin's strong dark inner persona. I was just thankful that I had secured Colin's help.

I had gone home that night and, for the first time in a long time, had initiated sex with Mark, much to his pleasant surprise. Despite everything, I realized I still loved Mark and lamented the loss of spontaneity and lust so prevalent in our early years. As usual I had taken command of proceedings and had ridden him until I felt the warm rush of his seed coat my insides. It had been brief, intense and yet unfulfilling as I could not get the image of sucking on Colin's cock out of my mind. It was not until long after Mark had fallen asleep did I slip downstairs to read the contents of the manila envelope Colin had given to me at our meeting.

Inside the envelope was an escape. It was everything Colin said it was, but at a price, the first installment of which is what lead me to be knocking on Colin's apartment door whilst Mark sat, blissfully unaware, at home watching his beloved football games.

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"Good evening Mrs. Jenkins, do come in, I'm glad you could make it," said Colin as he took the time to allow his eyes to roam up and down my immaculately presented form. "May I take your coat?" 

For the first time I began to have doubts, and felt very nervous. I said nothing. What was I supposed to do next? I felt that the time to change my mind had now passed as I entered the apartment. A growing part of me wanted to be here, wanted to be taken care of.

I began to undo my coat and as I opened it, it soon became apparent that Colin was very happy with what he had ordered me to wear. I was wearing a short, flared light black skirt which was three inches above the knee. It was obvious that I was wearing stockings since as I moved to take my coat off the skirt rose a little displaying the tops of my flesh coloured stockings. If I bent in any way forward, my suspenders and arse would clearly be on display. Up top, I wore a neat crisp white fitted blouse that created the illusion my pert little tits were ready to burst through at any moment. I had reached a balance whereby I looked like a girl who could be a strip-a-gram and yet still looked stunning.

As Colin took my coat, he blatantly eyed me up, looking up and down at me and mentally undressing me, lingering at my long shapely legs perched atop my 4 inch heel pumps and smiling as he did so. I felt both powerless and incredibly aroused at the same time. Not since my rather slutty college days, before I got pregnant, had I allowed men to so blatantly ogle me and at that moment I realized just how much I had missed it. 

"This way please," said Colin. The apartment was enormous and judging by the corridor alone, luxurious. Expensive pictures were hung on the wall and there were opulent console tables with antique vases on them. Most contained fresh flowers. We walked down the corridor, passing a number of doors until we got to what looked like the study and I immediately could not help but see three cameras on tripods set up in a large triangle and centered on a red chaise longue positioned in front of a large oak desk in the centre of the room. 

"Now, my dear, why don't you sit here," said Colin pointing to the red chaise longue.

I slowly walked to the chair and sat down, but as I sank into the deep upholstery, my skirt rose up my legs, and the tops of my stocking and flesh were now clearly on display, as were my white suspenders. I frantically tried to push the skirt down to cover myself up but to no avail. It quickly became apparent that whatever I did, whilst sitting, my legs and suspenders would be on display. All I could do was fold my hands in my lap and look up at Colin. He was just starring at my stocking clad legs, enjoying my discomfort. He looked at me, and he seemed to sense my nervous and aroused state, he seemed to sense I was now feeling excited about what was happening. I could also tell that he in turn was getting very hard as evidenced by the bulge in his pants.

Colin began to talk and to explain how the evening would proceed, including that the entire meeting was being filmed for the benefit of the private investors who would be able to solve my problems. I merely nodded, offering an occasional whisper to the odd question Colin asked about my background. Then, after a few minutes or so, Colin ordered me to stand up.

"Now, to begin with, I think it might help if you just walked up and down the room for me, this will give the investors a good idea of your poise and show off those sexy legs and tight bottom of yours."

I started to walk up and down the room and as I did, the flared skirt would rise up, especially when I turned around, thus showing Colin the suspenders and flesh. Colin was delighted. I had followed his orders on what to wear to the letter. He took particular delight at looking at my arse, beautifully raised up by my high heels. 

I was so embarrassed by the way Colin looked at me, but I continued to walk up and down the room and soon I was able to walk with a confident swagger. I started to sway my hips more and would exaggerate the way I turned, allowing my skirt a little twirl and almost showing my panties as a result. I had also become increasingly aroused by all this and my panties were getting slowly damp. Of course there were feelings of guilt, after all, I had not told my darling husband what I was about to do tonight. 

After a few minutes, Colin broke the silence. He had watched with delight the way in which my walk had gone from a slow, deliberate walk to one of a confident swagger. More importantly, he seemed to have noticed my look of submission and desire. Had he seen that look many times before in a woman? What else did she not know about the mild mannered Mr. Colin Yearwood?

"Louise, that was lovely. Now please come and stand in front of me."

I walked over to Colin and stood a few feet in front of him. All the time I could only look down at the floor, my chest rising up and down, clearly nervous. Could Colin see the outline of my erect nipples? He was still smiling when I glanced up at his face. 

"I am pleased to see that you have followed my instructions on what to wear. That is very important, following direct orders."

"Thank you," came my whispered response.

"However, I need to be sure you followed my orders completely. In particular I need to know whether you are wearing the correct underwear. I think I got a glimpse", Colin mischievously said, "but I do need to be sure. So please raise your skirt to your waist".

My earlier confidence was now giving way to nerves. I really wanted to display everything to this man and I could not stop the feelings in my now wet pussy, but what about Mark? Would he understand the sacrifice I was making? I could either walk out now and lose this opportunity and possibly risk my career; or I could raise the skirt. 

I slowly lifted up my skirt, allowing my stockings and white suspenders to fully come into view. I stopped before he could see my panties, not sure whether I could display them for the cameras.

Seeing my obvious reluctance, Colin smiled, "All the way my dear, I need to see everything".

I then raised my skirt up to the waist, allowing Colin to see what he wanted. He could tell that I had, as instructed, worn a matching white thong which he could clearly tell had become damp. Leaning back, he seemed to spend forever just staring at my pussy. This was effectively the first time that any man had seen it, other than Mark, in almost 18 years.

"Now turn around, I would like to inspect your bottom", Colin ordered.

Without hesitation I turned around and put my arse on display. Colin leant forward to get a better look and this time he could not resist touching the goods. He gently placed his hand on my right buttock and slowly stroked it causing a wonderful electric-like sensation to course through my body making my heart beat even faster. 

I audibly gasped at the unexpected touch and was now thoroughly turned on with what was happening. My breasts were heaving and I could feel my nipples were about to burst through my bra and shirt. My pussy was now soaking wet. I really wanted this, whatever this would be.

"Tell me my dear, have you ever had your bottom spanked?"

I was shocked by this question, "N-no, never." 

Without warning, Colin removed his hand from my arse and brought it back down viciously on to my right ass-cheek. I couldn't help but let out a scream, this was entirely unexpected. Colin then rapidly repeated the process on my left ass cheek and I screamed again. 

Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "All women need a good spanking, my dear".

I could not stop the low guttural groan that came out of my betraying mouth as I felt my pussy getting even wetter. The unexpected spanking left a warm afterglow that seemed to be spreading through my loins. Was this kind of domination something I had always secretly craved, but knew Mark could never provide? Mark had always been a strictly missionary position man in the bedroom, and not someone who could dominate me as the whore I now felt I secretly desired to become. Was Colin the man to dominate me? But what about my husband?

"Turn around," Colin ordered.

I slowly turned back to face Colin, still holding my skirt up, showing my now soaking wet pussy, something which did not go unnoticed.

"Well done Louise. Now, cover yourself up, we have lots to be getting through and it is getting late." Colin had all of a sudden reverted to his normal banking professional manner. "Sit, sit."

Instead of trying to push my skirt down to cover myself up when I sat back down, I simply crossed my legs, allowing my suspenders and legs to be on display. I focused on Colin, who was going through the terms of my "Personal Services" contract which was to be an integral part of the financial rescue package on offer. I had already read it word for word and decided it was something I could do and, if it allowed me to maintain my lifestyle then all the better. 

"What about Mark, how does he feel about all this? Have you discussed this offer with him?"

"No. There is no need. I don't see why he needs to be involved, after all, it's not like he's come up with anything better." Oh my God, I just sounded like a real cold bitch.

"Louise, don't you think your husband deserves to know his wife is, to all intents and purposes, going to be nothing more than a paid whore for the next 3 years or so?"

Shit! I almost choked when he said those words. I had never considered this deal in that context before and it was all I could do to remain composed. I could barely whisper my response, "N..no Mr. Yearwood, this is my choice and I trust you'll respect that."

A small wry smile appeared across Colin's lips. He knows. He knows, was all I could think. 

"Very well. Let us proceed." Colin sat in a plush leather chair behind the desk and continued, "Now I want you to take off your blouse and skirt, come to the end of the chaise longue, place your hands on it and spread your legs".

I complied, bending forward and spreading my legs before proudly thrusting my arse out. Here I was, dressed just in my underwear and heels and Colin was beginning to breath heavily as his eyes devoured my body. I had not been so incredibly turned on since my hormones got all screwed up when I was pregnant. He had now got a massive hard on and I needed him to take me, to satisfy the fire that raged within me, to use me in any way that he wanted. I just needed to be fucked.

"You have a fantastic body," he said.

"Thank you." But inside my mind was screaming at him,'Just fuck me already.'

"Your husband is a very lucky man. Has anyone else seen you like this, dressed just in your lingerie?"

"Er n-no. No one".

"Good, so I am the first." Colin continued to order me to pose in various ways, often he blatantly adjusting his hard on, which was clearly straining his pants. I obeyed, without question and enjoyed taking his orders dressed only heels, stockings, suspenders and bra, but it was time to get to the main event. 

He walked over and without warning started to spank my arse again, lightly at first and then much harder. "I love the way your red bottom contrasts with your flesh colored stockings, pretty white suspenders and frilly garters." 

I could not believe at how much of a willing slut I had become in such a short space of time. I had clearly wanted this type of rough treatment for a very long time and boy, it was about to get a whole lot rougher...

I gasped and then openly started to groan at the abrupt change in proceedings, but all I could do was stick my arse further out at Colin, almost willing him to spank me. My breasts were so stiff, nipples erect and protruding out of the half-cup bra he had asked me to wear. I licked my lips as I reveled in the attention he gave. This was the way I had always wanted to be treated: roughly, no regard for my feelings and utterly dominated.

"You are quite the whore, Louise"

"Oh please, stop," I pleaded for the sake of decorum as the spanking became harder. I was of course lying, and he seemed to know that I wanted it to continue, I wanted everything to get a lot harder and a lot dirtier. "I am not a whore. Oh G-God, p-please..."

"Of course you are. How else do you describe a wife who leaves her husband at home, allows herself to be stripped naked to just her shoes, stockings and suspenders and then spanked by a man she hardly knows?"




Becoming ME Ch. 02



"Ohh, please, stop..."

"Do you do this often?"

"Do what?"

"Strip naked in front of someone other than your husband, and thrust your arse out to be spanked"

I closed my eyes and licked my lips. The whole situation was driving me crazy. "Oh no, please, don't. This is the first time. I never meant it to go so far..."

"And why did you do it for me?"

"Ohhh"

"Why Louise?" There then followed a minute or so of nothing but hard, crisp firm spanks. Nothing was said and all you could hear was the sound of spanking and my groans, which grew louder and louder.

Colin, broke the silence, but still spanking me, "You want to be dominated. You have fantasized about stripping off, about what it would be like to be fucked by other men. Haven't you?" 

He was right. I tried to protest, "N-no, I am a good wife..."

"Shut up bitch".

I almost came, the crude talk and spanking was becoming too much.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?"

"Please..." Oh, I was so close to cumming. Colin then did the unexpected, and actually stopped spanking me and started to gently caress my soaking pussy. I was now on the brink of a climax. 

"What do you think Mark would say if he knew your pussy had become so wet after being ordered to strip naked and then allowing a man to spank you?" 

"Oh please. I d-don't think, ohhhh, he would be too happy. Oh god per-lease...." And then it happened, Colin slid a finger under my thong and into a pussy that had not been touched in this way by anyone other than Mark in over 18 years. My eyes clamped shut as I came with an almighty groan and slumped forward on the chaise longue shuddering. 

Panting from my orgasm I heard Colin say, "Now then, come and kneel in front of me. I am sure you know it is rude not to give after you have received".

I got up, turned around and faced Colin. He was right, of course. I dropped to my knees and moved toward his crotch. Colin was now standing in front of the desk. Kneeling in front of him, subservient, he told me, "Take my cock out, bitch."

Unlike last time, I nervously fumbled with freeing his cock from his pants and once I had freed it from its confines I could not help but think how much bigger it was compared to last time. "Now bitch, suck my cock." 

I obeyed immediately. I loved to be ordered around by this man and be told what to do. My pussy throbbed at the prospect of sucking this cock and obediently opened my mouth and allowed, for the second time, his cock to enter it.

"That's it nice and gently. Now look up at me. Always look up at me when you suck my cock, you need to know who your Master is". 

Oh yes,...Yes! I could not believe I was doing this but I had almost cum again, following his orders. God how I loved sucking this man's cock. I used one hand to caress his balls, holding his dick with the other. My eyes watered up as he again face fucked me. 

For a few minutes he continued fucking my face in this violent fashion, not caring one iota that this may be causing me any discomfort, however, after a while he stopped forcing it and merely placed his hands gently behind my head. "That's it, my cocksucking slut, take that dick all the way down your throat. Oh God, that's great. Yes, use your hands to play with my balls. God you were born to suck cock, you filthy slut. When I cum I want you to swallow every drop".

I redoubled my efforts after all, I had learned to be a good cocksucker at college and I felt inordinately proud that I was doing such a good job, making this .... this brute happy in the process. I gently squeezed his balls, eliciting an animal like groan. He was clearly close, as was I. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed sucking cock and it was getting me ready to cum again. I heard myself moan as I dropped a hand down to play with my dripping pussy. 

I continued to dutifully stare up at Colin and hoped that he would see that I was now playing with my pussy, wanting to cum. He was so close, he couldn't possibly hold back any more. Head cranked back, neck muscles straining and with an animalistic shout, he emptied his copious seed down my throat and I gratefully swallowed all I could, cumming in the process, my moans muffled by his still thick cock in my mouth. 

I kept his cock in my mouth for a minute or so, sucking every last drop of sperm both proud and disgusted at what I had just accomplished. When he finally took it out, he gently slapped it across my face, smearing me with our fluids. I said nothing, but continued to look up at him. I had never been this submissive before and yet I felt so complete and fulfilled.

Colin surprised me when he suddenly said, "Now, get back on to the sofa, but this time I want you on all fours. Spread your legs so that your pussy is on display and arch your back so I can see your anus."

I gratefully complied to the letter, spreading my legs and arching my back so that I could feel the chill of the air on my anus, excited at the prospect that Colin was still able and wanting to fuck me. From this position I was looking directly into the lens of one of the cameras that had recorded my slide into depravity and yet again I felt the thrill of this knowledge making my pussy throb in renewed anticipation.

Without warning I felt the stinging slap of Colin's hand as it violently struck the already tender right cheek of my arse and I groaned in ecstasy. Instead of trying to crawl away, I proudly thrust my arse out, almost begging to be spanked harder. I could not believe how much I enjoyed being this man's bitch, I would do all I could to please him. I loved the feeling of being spanked, the way the warm glow seemed to set my pussy afire. Groaning even louder, I closed my eyes and licked my lips.

When Colin stopped I wondered what had happened until I felt something nudging at my tiny, virginal arse-hole. It was one of Colin's fingers, lubed up with oil. I yelped more in surprise than protest which caused Colin to administer a stinging slap on my arse cheek and bark, "Silence bitch".

I looked back at Colin over my left shoulder and pleaded, "Oh p-please, what are you doing? I've never done this. I can't do this, I am a happily married woman...."

Colin smiled wickedly at me and inserted another finger up my arse whilst continuing to spank me. "You like being spanked, don't you?"

"Ohhh"

"Admit it, you like to be spanked and treated like a whore."

"N-no" 

"Confess. I want you to tell me how you like to be spanked. Say it, bitch"

I didn't want to admit it out loud, but, as they say, the truth will set you free, so I confessed, more to myself than for Colin. "I love being spanked. Oooh God yes, spank my arse. Spank it harder.

So Colin did but now with three greased up fingers rammed up my arse.

I groaned even louder and wagged my arse as the combination of arse finger fucking and spanking made me cum again, for the third time this evening. Mark could barely bring me off once during sex and now this man, this mild-mannered Bank Manager had brought me off three times already. And he had not yet even fucked my pussy yet.

Colin stopped spanking and started to apply oil all over his now fully erect cock.

"Have you ever been fucked in the arse, my dear?"

"Oh God no. P-please don't do that. It's too big and it would never fit. It's dirty and wrong," and yet I felt desperately eager to know how it would feel. "I don't want to be fucked. Please..."

"You are lying, you want to be fucked, however, if you really don't, you are free to leave."

I did not move. I could not believe he had called my bluff. My red arse remained thrust out, pussy and anus fully on display, begging,...no....needing to be used.

"I thought so. Every girl should be fucked in the arse. You will love it."

"No please. It is too big, what about Mark..."

"Forget Mark. You are my whore now. Say it, 'I am your whore', say it."

I groaned, it was true, I was his whore. Saying it would be the final admission that I was fully subjugated to this man's will. That I would do whatever he told me to. Fuck him wherever and whenever he wanted. Up until now, by not admitting it, I could somehow convince myself that I had not become his slut, that I was being coerced or that I did it for my family. But at the same time I wanted to be his whore, wanted to feel his cock in me, be treated roughly with no thought for my feelings. The more he meted out, the more I liked it. 

"Yes, I am your whore," I finally admitted. In front of all the cameras and to my utter relief, I was able to admit what I wanted, to shed the shackles and burden of responsibility taken on by being Mark's responsible, respectable wife. I felt free.

"Now ask me kindly to fuck your arse with my big cock".

I could not say a thing, instead I just moaned. I desperately wanted him to fuck my pussy but I knew that he wanted to humiliate me by taking my virginal married arse. Wanting to please this man, I looked back and, licking my lips, said, "P-please fuck me in my bottom with your cock".

"Well, now that you have asked, I will have to oblige. Reach back with your hand and guide my cock to your bottom."

I reached back and felt for his cock. and grasped it. Once again it was rock hard, and if anything it felt harder and wider than it did when he had face fucked her. I nervously placed his cock at the entrance of my arse and then withdrew the hand. Colin then took over.

Slowly and gently at first he pushed his cock up against my anal opening. I couldn't help but resist at first, but with increased force my sphincter yielded and Colin was able to insert the head of his cock in to my arse. 

I winced at the pain and tried to crawl away but Colin held on to my waist firmly, preventing me from moving away from his dick. He allowed me to accommodate his girth up my tight arse-hole before slowly and gently pushing the length of his shaft, inch by inch, deeper into my arse before slowly withdrawing and then repeating the process. I found myself adopting a breathing rhythm similar to that used when I had given birth and it allowed me to dissipate the pain and slowly enjoy the steady rhythm of my arse-fucking. 

Increasingly I found myself being lost in the sensation of having my arse fucked, of beginning to enjoy the whole disgusting thing when Colin broke my reverie and said, "How does it feel to have a cock up your married arse?"

"Oh please, stop, it is way too big," I lied.

"Admit it, you love having this giant cock up your ass."

Of course it was true, but with those cameras rolling what else did he expect me to say? The initial feelings of pain had subsided and were being replaced by ones of arousal. My pussy once more was dripping wet.

"How do you think you husband would feel if he knew you like to be buggered?"

"Oh please stop, you are b-buggering my poor bottom"

Not for the first time I lied to cover up how I felt, however, my body had already started to betray how I truly felt. Without realising it, I had started to push my arse back on to Colin's dick so that he was able to slide comfortably in and out. As with the fucking of my mouth, I responded well to the rough treatment being meted out, be it the spanking or his crude domineering language. I loved to be treated and talked to like a whore.

Colin now grabbed hold of my hair, jerking it back and started to pound my arse mercilessly. 

"Beg me to fuck your ass, slut."

"Oh God yes, please fuck my arse with your cock. Oh God, yes. So fucking good. Fuck me harder with that cock".

Colin hammered into me, all the while holding on to my long brunette hair, pulling my head back, telling me what a naughty slutty wife I was, and if Mark knew that she liked it up the arse. His other hand reached under me to grab my tits, kneading them roughly, leaving big red marks.

Unsurprisingly, I came several more times in response to this rough treatment and the way I imagined it would look to the people who would see the video of this man, behind her, with his cock up her arse, fucking her roughly. I hoped I would get to enjoy watching my performance on film also. As I came I pleaded for him to fuck me harder, to treat me like his bitch.

And he did. He let go of my hair and started to fuck me violently for at least 10 minutes. My whole body shook in response to the assault and I could not stop cumming, again and again, all the time managing to keep my arse high up in the air for him. 

Sweat now covered all of Colin's body. He was close to cumming. I felt him tense up, felt the swelling of his cock inside my arse and then, for the first time in my entire life, I felt a man's seed coating the insides of my bowels, forcing its way up where things had only ever come out before. The feelings of his groin slamming into my arse cheeks and the head of his cock buried deep within me spurting its load was heavenly. I never knew something as dirty and disgusting as being fucked up my arse could give me so much pleasure.

I felt Colin extract his still firm cock from my arse with a definite plopping sound and immediately felt his cum begin to leak from my abused hole. I slumped onto the chaise longue, allowing my feet to reach for the floor before turning around to face my new master. He stood, panting yet imperiously looking down at me. Confused at what I should do next and seeing his still semi-erect cock hovering directly in front of me, I reach for it and took it in my hand.

"Suck it", he ordered.

Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and slid it effortlessly down my throat. So willing was I to serve this man that I was quite happy to allow him to fuck my mouth straight after it had been up my arse. 

Feeling exhausted, he allowed me to do all the work as I meekly stared up at him. As his dutiful slut I was determined not to displease Colin and would clean up the mess I had put on his cock. It was the least I could do, after the glorious way he had treated me tonight.

After a minute or so Colin withdrew his now rapidly deflating penis from my mouth. He was exhausted. If he was a few years younger, I am sure he would have had the stamina to fuck my pussy, but not tonight. He was done for the evening.

"Thank you my dear. That was quite wonderful. You are a very talented lady, and I can assure you that you will have the full support of my private investors. Now, it is getting late and I must report on your performance. You must return to your husband and inform him that you have solved your problems and that the two of you will need to meet with me in three weeks time to sign the paperwork. Understand?"

"Yes, Colin."

Ah yes, about that. Louise, from now on you are to only ever address me as Mr. Yearwood or Sir, understand?"

"Yes Mr. Yearwood." 

"Good. Now, also remember that you will be at my absolute disposal from now on so don't forget about your new dress code. I will be checking regularly." 

With that he walked around the desk, sat down and began going through some paperwork as though I no longer existed. With his cum still leaking from my arse, I gathered up my things and quietly exited the apartment.



Becoming ME Ch. 03



After the second private meeting with Louise, in my office, I was convinced that the Police were going to raid my house that night waving the contents of the manila envelope I had given to Louise in my face. It was a gamble for sure, but one that I needed to make.

Once I had seen Louise perform the way she did in my office, and having later seen the digital record of the whole thing, I was so fired up and horny that I just had to have a release. By the time I had reached home it was after 10pm and my wife, Wendy, had gone to bed and was sound asleep, as usual.

Undeterred, I had hurriedly disrobed, showered and scooted into bed, deliberately making enough commotion to wake the dead. Unfortunately, the dead are lighter sleepers than my wife as she managed to preserve her seemingly comatose state until, totally frustrated, I got back out of bed and took to editing the record of my meeting with Louise and taking every opportunity to masturbate furiously. I must have cum at least three times before finally returning to bed for a fitful nights sleep.

###

Once I had confirmed that Louise, who really had very few options open to her, had agreed to my offer of help, I quickly leveraged one of the few perks of my position. I was able to 'borrow' the keys to a rather plush 3-bedroom apartment, just off the business district, that the bank had re-possessed. Ostensibly, I was going to conduct an asset inspection to give an opinion as to the likely realizable value to offset the out-standing loan on the property. In truth, the place was an ideal, anonymous location where I could hopefully realize some of my sexual fantasies and frustrations. I felt like a kid anticipating the arrival of Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. This was all going to go so swimmingly well or I was going to crash and burn like the sad, middle aged, sexually frustrated, bank manager I had become.

To this day I still cannot believe how compliant Louise was at that meeting. Once I found out that she had not told her husband what she was doing I figured I should just go for broke and be a complete ass-hole about the way I treated her. Funny thing was, the worse I treated her the more she seemed to be turned on. I never figured Louise to be such a slut.

The most unexpected pleasure of my nearly 2 hrs banging Louise was finally being able to realize that long-held fantasy of fucking a woman up her arse. I never expected her to agree to that, nor to enjoy it so much. I'm just glad I took the precaution of taking half of a certain little blue pill to get me through the evenings sexploits because I sure would not have been able to perform as much as I did without it. Even so, Louise was insatiable and the physical exertion almost killed me. I had better start going to the gym again. 

Once done with her, I was at a loss as to what to do next, so I pretended to go through some paperwork until she simply got dressed and left. Anyway, once she had gone I hastily cleaned the place up and looked forward to reviewing my cinematography in the privacy of my own home. I would have my house to myself over the weekend in order to edit the video footage into something worthy of the hours of jerking off it would inspire.

###

I had arranged for my two kids to spend the following Saturday with their grandparents and for the wife, Wendy, to be completely pampered with a Spa Day. Wendy was completely surprised, as was I at her unexpected gratitude. I had explained to her that I thought she needed some alone time in order to cheer herself up and had also given her a healthy budget with which to indulge herself. I mean, all I wanted was some privacy in order to review my video footage of Louise, edit a playable and enjoyable version or two onto discs and jerk off with abandon. I never expected the tears of gratitude, the hugs, nor the apologies for her recent behaviour. Women! Who the blazes understands them?

Anyway, once Saturday arrived, I was glad to be alone. My body ached soooo much from the fucking I had given Louise. My thighs hurt so much I could barely walk, and as for my lower back? No wonder they ask you to check if you are fit for sexual activity before popping little blue pills!! But I digress, thanks to modern software programmes, I was able to do justice to my antics with Louise and became the proud owner, and subsequent frequent user, of two glorious 60 minute long DVD's. Both effectively the same, just variations on the three camera angles. In my humble opinion, they were way better than the crap I had been jerking off to at my home computer this past year or so.

What surprised me the most as I watched my home made porn, for the second time, was my own demeanour. I had done my best to edit out my own face for the final product, but was acutely aware that the person in this video was not me, or at least, not the person that I know to be me. I seemed so in control, clinical and, dare I say it, ruthless. Whereas, as far as I can recall, I was a bag of nerves who was afraid that at any time Louise was going to turn around, call my bluff and refuse to comply with my demands. If she had, I had already resigned myself to the fact that I would still help her and hoped that she would not report me.

As it was, it seemed that the little slut had been begging to be taken all this time.

Just before I went to collect my kids and pick up the wife, I soaked in a hot bath to ease my aching muscles and get my recently abused cock a well deserved wash. As I lay there all I could think about was how and when I was going to finally fuck Louise's pussy. Just thinking about it got me hard again, but I decided that I had jerked off enough for that day. 

Later that Saturday night Wendy was almost like her old self. Sure she moaned about being 'fat' and always tired, but she was all aglow about her unexpected day at the Spa to the point where I began feeling decidedly uncomfortable and guilty about the reasons for my largesse. On a positive note, however, my usually frigid wife actually made an effort to seduce me which resulted in a very pleasant and intimate night of sex -- which merely added to my already growing burden of guilt.

###

During the course of the next two weeks I largely steered clear of Louise at work only bothering her occasionally to test her level of compliance with my dress code instructions. Which she did, amazingly... to the letter and only once in those two weeks did I take the chance and have her suck me off at my desk. 

Why neglect such a hottie? In truth? Guilt. Life at home had improved dramatically since I treated Wendy to the Spa day and we had sort of been having sex more regularly. Additionally, my job was all time consuming leaving me precious energy for anything else and things may have continued that way if Louise had not asked to meet with me, after work, a week before our scheduled meeting, with Mark, to salvage her finances.

Louise seemed incredibly nervous when she came into my office that evening. I had already checked her attire that day and she was her usual ravishing self as she allowed her skirt to ride up as she sat down thus revealing the barest hint of lace top to her stocking clad legs. I looked quizzically at her waiting for her to speak, fearing the worst, until finally I said, "Well?"

Even now I find it hard to reconcile the image of this goddess, who rules the banking floor with such authority, to the woman sat before me apologetically gibbering what was on her mind. Basically, with the refinancing date so close and my apparent standoffishness, Louise had become concerned that I was no longer going to help her. Afraid that she had somehow offended or displeased me, she wanted to know what she could do to regain my favour. Incredible.

I sat for a moment thinking over what she had said before I realized what an ass I was for missing out on such an opportunity. What the blazes had I been thinking? Louise was everything I wanted in a woman and here I was ignoring her. Idiot. That's what happens when you let the 'big' head rule over the 'little' head.

Then and there I resolved to make up for lost time and issued a set of edicts to be complied with immediately. I told her that, henceforth, her dress code had been 'improved'. No more panties at work, heels were to be higher and skirts and dresses shorter. She immediately stood up, raised her skirt, revealing those long slender stocking clad legs and a pink garter belt and removed her matching pink thong which she handed to me. I was instantly hard but I was not going to be foolish enough to do anything silly in my office so I had her call her husband and inform him that she would be late home before making her book a room at a nearby hotel using her credit card. I then packed away my work, and told Louise to follow me in her car as I closed up my office. No need for me to call Wendy as I am usually late home anyway.

Fifteen minutes later I am walking behind a decidedly nervous Louise as I usher her through the door of my favourite, out of the way, Adult Video store. It is barely 6pm and there are about half a dozen other patrons in the store and none of them female. Her task is to select and buy a vibrator, some lube and a porn DVD of her choice with the catch being that, without any input from me, I would approve of her choices. It was that last condition that had really unsettled her, however, I figured, depending upon what she chose, it would give me an insight into her mind.

Unsure where to begin Louise stood near the centre of the store, visibly panting, her eyes darting left and right as she sensuously nibbled on the nail of her right thumb. Her thick, wavy brunette hair, hanging just below her shoulders, swung gently left to right indicating short, rapid head movements. She wore a dark blue fitted blazer, unbuttoned, and matching fitted skirt that ended an inch above her knee. I had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her trademark fitted white blouse until the lacy edge of her pink bra showed. Shapely legs descended into 3" heeled black pumps that caressed her petite feet which were firmly planted about 18" apart. My cock stiffened just watching her and I quickly noted how all eyes were firmly fixed on the luscious Louise Jenkins.

"C...c....can I h..h..help y..y..you?" came the feeble approach of the rather pimply faced shop assistant. I guessed he was the part-time help. College student?

"Oh,..erm...yes. Perhaps you can." Replied a hesitant Louise. I moved closer so as to hear every word as a red-faced Louise then whispered to her equally red-faced new found friend and was pleasantly surprised at what I heard. 

The shop assistant, Gary, looked nervously back at me as Louise asked for his help in selecting a dildo that was also able to go up her bum. Louise's naivety at shopping in this kind of store was evident as was the fact that this would be her first ever acquisition of a vibrator. Gary nervously showed her a selection of up-market 'toys' the look and feel of which were obviously having an effect on her, especially when the 'rabbit' toys were explained to her. After a little thought Louise eventually settled upon a rather traditional albeit opulent looking 'Lelo' which pleased me as I would have hated to compete with some of the 'realistic' monster models Gary had shown her.

As she settled on a choice of lube, I sidled up to Gary and said, "What guarantees do we have that this will work? I don't want to have to come back again looking for a refund."

Um...erm...well, I guess we could open the package. I'll get some batteries so we can test it." Gary then scurried off to the cash desk with the toy to find some batteries, much to the muttered amusement of the still assembled patrons.

Whilst we waited Louise began perusing the collection of porn DVD's on display and had immediately homed in on the 'Hardcore DP' section. Her eyes went wider than I had ever known possible as she began scanning the packages and reading the less than grammatically correct descriptives of women who indulged in double penetrative sex acts with, usually, two or more men. She clamped her thighs together and increasingly fidgeted as she scanned box cover after box cover and I knew that she must be squeezing her pussy lips together as a form of discrete masturbation. I moved up behind her, placed a firm hand on her tight ass and slid it over and down her firm flesh until my fingers reached the hem of her skirt. Louise emitted a small pleasurable moan as my inquisitive fingers slid between her stocking clad thighs, up over the lace-top of her stockings and into the puffy damp flesh of her pussy lips. It was no effort at all for my fingers to part her cunt lips and become drenched in her juices. She was soaking wet and bent over slightly as she pushed down onto my fingers as she continued to read the box cover in her hand all the while gently moaning.

Suddenly I was aware of Gary beside me.

"I...i'm n....not sure y..you should be d..d..doing that h..here."

"Does it work?" I said, looking at the vibrator held loosely in his hand as I removed my hand from under Louise's skirt to her obvious dismay. Gary, now struck dumb, merely nodded.

"Show me." 

Gary, still obviously conflicted switched the dildo on and I could hear the faint hum of the motor inside the sleek machine. As nonchalantly as I could, I popped open the bottle of lube that I had found myself holding and carelessly dribbled some over the dildo as an incredulous Gary looked on. I then used my left hand to lift Louise's skirt up from the rear, slowly exposing her stocking tops, the naked flesh of her upper thighs and, squeezed between them, her swollen, wet pussy lips. Even as I exposed Louise to this small congregation I felt her lean forward even more, moaning erotically as she jutted her ass out and parted her legs ever so slightly.

"I said 'Show me'," as I locked my eyes upon Gary's and flicked my head in the direction of Louise. I swear, had he been a cartoon character, Gary's jaw would have hit the floor, but, all credit to him, after a moment's hesitation, a broad smile broke out on his face as he then moved toward Louise.

Gary began by rubbing the knob end of the dildo up and down Louise's slick crack and was rewarded by the delirious cooing of my little slut as she started gently gyrating her ass whilst pushing back in an attempt to get penetrated. Gary skillfully played along with her movements, always parting her swollen labia to reveal the bright pink flesh within but never quite penetrating her and obviously driving Louise crazy with lust whenever he lingered over her clit. 

Louise was now fully bent over at the waist with one hand holding onto the DVD display rack for support whilst still holding a DVD case in her other hand. Her head hung down, lolling from side to side as her moans of pleasure and frustration grew louder. Her audience was totally enraptured by proceedings with one of the patrons now openly masturbating at the scene being played out. Even Gary was now rubbing his crotch area over his jeans as he toyed with Louise.

Louise's pussy lips were now dripping with her juices and her trimmed pussy hair was glistening. Finally, even I was relieved when Gary finally adjusted the angle of the dildo and with a little pressure slipped about 2 inches of it inside her warm wet hole earning her attentive audience a lust filled "Oh..Y..Y...YESSSSSSS."

Even as Gary partially withdrew the dildo ready for the second stroke, Louise dropped the DVD case she was holding to the floor and immediately began working her clit with the fingers of her now free hand. "Oh GO....DDDD, YESSSS. FUCK ME!"

Unsure of the intensity with which to continue, Gary quickened the pace and began reaming Louise with the dildo all the while frantically rubbing his own cock. I was totally mesmerized by what I saw and had not even realized I was also rubbing myself until I felt that tell-tale seepage of pre-cum against my pants. Shocked back to reality, I quickly surveyed my surroundings, acutely aware that my own cock was bursting for release. 

One of the patrons had obviously already cum as his flaccid cock now hung lifeless out of his pants and he now focused on capturing as much of these proceeding as possible on his phone's video camera. Not good. Two others were openly and frantically pulling at their cocks seemingly about to cum and the rest stared trance-like at proceeding as they rubbed their groins. Only Louise made any discernible noise as, whore like, she begged Gary to fuck her harder, which he duly did. The dildo was now a blur as Gary frantically fucked my slutty co-worker.

I quickly moved over to the patron with the phone and snatched it from him, disabling any argument with my best icy, bank manager glare. It seemed to work as he offered no resistance to my deleting the footage. Even as I finished that task I heard Louise emit a cry of undisguised ecstasy as she orgasmed. I turned to see her thrust her used cunt down hard to meet every upward thrust from Gary, who also seemed to have reached his climax, as he drove that dildo as deep and as hard as he could into her. It was an incredible sight made all the more enjoyable by the sight of the others patrons emitting groans and gasp lustful breaths as they each now tottered on shaky legs having got the best treat they could have wished for from a visit to a porn store.

Although Louise had peaked she continued to slowly thrust back onto the dildo which Gary now barely held in place as he struggled to regain his composure following his own orgasm. The sight of Louise's elegant form, bent at a right angle and supported by the display rack which she had grabbed by her two out-stretched arms as she thrust, moaning, her cunt up and down the still vibrating dildo was truly awe inspiring. Her skirt was now firmly bunched up around her slim waist that made her firm rounded arse, framed by the pink suspender straps that held her stockings in place seem to jut up further into the air. Shapely legs, spread apart, seemed to focus the eyes on her cunt which was positively gushing cum juices that ran down the length of the dildo whenever her swollen cunt lips parted to reveal bright pink flesh.

In a lustful daze I walked over to our two central characters and, mindful that we were lucky not to have been disturbed by new customers to the store, somehow managed enough self control to gather up Gary and Louise and hustle them to the cash register. I paid cash for the dildo and lube, then gave Gary a generous tip in exchange for the security camera footage, which he duly accepted. I then took a disheveled Louise by the arm and frog-marched her outside.

I felt faint. Definitely light-headed. Probably because I needed to fuck Louise, but right now we needed to get out of here. I looked into the eyes of a woman so recently satiated and issued my instructions.

"Here, take these. Get in your car and go to the hotel. Check in, then go to the bar and wait for me. Do NOT go to the room until I get there. Understand?"

"Yes. Yes, Mr. Yearwood."



Becoming ME Ch. 04



Immediately following the episode in the porn shop I found myself sat behind the wheel of my car, unable to drive and gripping the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles seemed to glow a translucent white. I had sent Louise on ahead of me to the hotel so that I might compose my thoughts after what had to have been THE most incredibly erotic thing in my life. I could not believe how things had developed and, as I replayed the whole thing through my mind, the rational, mature side of me screamed its disgust and anger at what I had done and let be done to Louise. 

I was also so incredibly turned on that, had I told Louise to go straight to the hotel room I would most certainly have followed her with the sole intent of satiating my lust filled mind by burying my cock deep into that sweet looking wet pussy of hers. I needed to think, to get back in control. 

I am not a bad person....am I?.....but I am a man and a man has needs. I blamed the lack of intimacy at home for the reason I ended up trawling porn on the web to satisfy my sexual urges. I am still none the wiser as to why my wife, Wendy, became disinterested in having sex. I tried to spice things up but it would just annoy her. I would try to engage her in conversation to find out what, if anything was wrong, and all it would do is lead to an argument. Eventually, rather than argue or be unfaithful, I turned to my work ....and online porn. 

When this thing with Louise presented itself I was helpless to fight the urges that overwhelmed me. Louise is stunning, sexy, and, as it turns out, a slut. Mind you, although I've had my fair share of blow jobs from Louise, and even managed to fuck her up her arse – something Wendy had never let me try with her – I had not yet fucked Louise's pussy and that, to me, meant I had still been faithful to Wendy. The recent improvement in my home sex life had dampened my enthusiasm for being unfaithful with Louise, but when she came into my office and all but begged me to take advantage of her ....well....what was I supposed to do? I really wanted to fuck Louise and had set out this particular evening to accomplish that very goal.

When I looked at the time I saw that I had already wasted a good 15 minutes wrestling with my conscience and realized that Louise must be wondering what had happened to me. I started up my car and headed for the hotel still unsure of the path I would take.

###

When I got to the hotel I quickly found the bar but decided I had to slip into the bathroom first to check that I did not look as unnerved as I felt. I quickly scanned the bar and saw the delightful Louise, side on, sat at a corner table, her hair now up in a fetching pony-tail, talking with a man whom I had never seen before. Louise never saw me as I walked, confused and more than a little scared, to the bathroom where I freshened up, straightened my tie, took a few deep breaths and, gathering up all my bravado, marched out into the bar.

I did my best to maintain a 'neutral' demeanor as I approached Louise's table. The man looked every bit the type of guy I had grown to hate as a young man. Okay, maybe 'hate' is too strong, but I was certainly very jealous and intimidated by his type. I guessed he was easily over 6 foot tall, athletic, ruggedly handsome if you liked that sort of thing, and exuded all the charm and confidence of a guy used to getting his own way. He was probably the Captain of his school football team at one time and, even though I knew nothing about him, I already disliked him and seethed at his presence. I forced a small smile as I stepped up to the table and reached out a hand to grab a chair when suddenly.....

"Sorry buddy, this table is already taken." 

The stranger had just glared up and warned me off without having any idea of who I was. I was dumb-founded for a moment and hoped it did not show. My mind raced at this development and as Louise's head began turning toward me, to see to whom this .... this.... interloper was speaking to I knew I had to react. Thankfully, my years as a Bank Manager finally paid off. Mentally I dismissed the man as nothing more than another delinquent loan account holder, a person who had not yet realized that I held all the cards.

Still smiling, I said to Louise, "Would you care to introduce your friend to me, Louise?"

"Oh, Mr. Yearwood, I ...erm ...I was beginning to worry. Where have you been?"

"Do I have to repeat myself, Louise?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. This is Tony. We just met. He....he's just visiting and we...erm... were just talking." Her face betrayed her concern. Not fear exactly, but a deep unease. I turned my head to look down on "Tony" and saw he was equally confused and his eyes flitted between Louise and no doubt trying to determine where this was going. I said nothing more and merely sat down at the table between Louise and Tony.

"Perhaps I should go. I can see that I have intruded," offered the interloper. 

Then a thought occurred to me. "No. Stay. Let me buy you a drink Tony." I waved for a waiter.

"Actually...Mr. Yearwood is it?..... I think I should go."

"Nonsense, and call me Colin. Why should you leave, after all we already have so much in common." I held my breath as I allowed my statement to sink in, hoping I wasn't going too far. 

"How so?" Tony was tense, expecting trouble. Typical muscle bound idiot. I have no desire nor ability to engage in chest beating or fighting well above my league.

I reached across with my right hand and took both of Louise's hands in mine before saying, "Well, we both think Louise is a beautiful, sexy woman. You're from out of town and hoping Louise is an easy hit or at the very least a high class hooker." I paused, gauging his reaction. "I'm also hoping to have a piece of her tonight. All you need to do is be polite, make sure you have a condom or two and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you fuck her." 

BINGO!

Tony was stunned. I felt Louise try to pull her hands away from my grip, however, still smiling, I turned my head and looked her in the eyes ending all her resistance. I turned back to Tony hoping I had read him correctly.

It took a couple of agonizing seconds, but this 30-something 'grown man' suddenly resembled a kid in a candy store. His face lit up as he looked first at me, then at Louise and then back at me before saying, "Really? You're not kidding right? Damn, Yeah. Are you sure?"

"Calm down, Tony. Yes, I mean it, but we play by my rules or not at all, got it?" All Tony could do was nod enthusiastically as he blatantly drooled at the prospect of fucking Louise.

I turned to Louise. Her face may have alluded to indifference but her eyes were alive and bright with excitement. She offered no words of dissention and merely dropped her gaze to the table top once she realized I was staring at her. I released her hands and dropped mine down onto her firm thigh and began gently rubbing my hand up and down the material of her skirt feeling the suspender belt strap beneath. My cock began to swell again.

We had a drink together during which time we found out a bit more about Tony who agreed to all my conditions. We answered none of his requests for more personal details about either of us and told him that that is the way it had to be. This was a one off opportunity for him to get laid for free on his business trip. As we talked I made no secret to Tony of the actions of my wandering right hand and let him clearly see as I moved the hem of Louise's skirt up her thigh, revealing her stocking tops, before slipping my fingers into her panties. The look on Louise's face and her sighs of contentment told him the rest.

Once satisfied that I had Tony under my control I had him settle the bar bill and we made our way to the elevators having agreed to retire to Tony's room. I never mentioned that we had a room of our own at the hotel.

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Once in the room I asked Tony to raid the mini-bar and make us some drinks as I guided Louise toward the bed. Still standing, I pulled her in to me, devouring her mouth with my own as I finally released my pent up lust. She responded immediately, roughly plowing her fingers through my hair as we kissed deeply, my hands reaching under her jacket, pulling her blouse up from her skirt exposing her taut stomach. My hands became a blur, not knowing where I wanted them to be I allowed them to molest this wanton slut at will, first massaging her wonderful breasts, then pulling up her skirt to bunch it around her waist so that I could massage her panty covered mound. My lips and tongue were equally nomadic as they sought to taste as much of her exposed flesh as was available, her luscious lips, slender neck, her ears. Damn, she tasted so good and her body responded to my hunger as I felt her heaving chest as she gasped short sharp breaths between erotically charged moans of appreciation.

I had almost forgotten about Tony when I saw motion out of the corner of one eye. I looked across at a man that already had his trousers off and was gently masturbating what was an already impressive hard-on. Panting, I said to him, "Sit.... Watch ... and don't waste that," as I nodded an acknowledgement to his throbbing cock. He nodded enthusiastically as he moved toward an armchair and sat down.

Louise had never looked better. She still had her work attire on, but the look of her crumpled dark blue fitted blazer barely hanging on her shoulders, her blouse wide open revealing her lacey pink bra with one boob fully exposed, her matching skirt bunched up around her waist to display her garter belt and those gorgeous, stocking clad legs atop 3 inch pumps had me delirious with lust. Enthralled, I began to open up my pants which Louise somehow took as her cue to begin to fall to her knees. I quickly grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around before pushing her forward until she was bent over the bed supporting herself with her out-stretched arms. She looked back at me, panting before gently spreading her legs, arching her back, and sticking that wonderfully firm arse up in the air.

I dropped my pants to the floor and emitted a deep grateful sigh that my cock was finally free of its constraints. Hmmm, I seemed bigger than normal..... good. I shuffled up closer to Louise, to her tight puckered ass ring and, more importantly, her swollen, wet pussy lips. Taking my cock in my left hand, I used my right hand to issue a swift, stinging slap across her right ass cheek eliciting an appreciative mewl from my slutty co-worker. I then, unceremoniously drove my throbbing shaft deep into her welcoming cunt. Oh how good it felt to finally impale the imperious Louise Jenkinson's pussy.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to properly fuck you, slut?"

"Ooooh ye...essss!" was all Louise could say.

I do enjoy fucking a woman doggy-style. It feeds my need for the visual feast of a gloriously long pair of legs parted enough for me to enjoy the uninterrupted sight of my cock sawing in and out of a womans hole....whether it be her pussy or her ass. Louise seemed to enjoy it too as she quickly got into a rhythm of pushing back to meet my driving thrusts. She was so wet and yet felt so tight, nothing like when I fucked my own wife. The ripples of pleasure that ran the whole length of my body at every inward stroke were amazing, almost as though Louise's pussy was massaging my shaft with every stroke. I took a firm grip of her waist as I picked up the pace of my fucking, pulling her further into my groin with every thrust. I was not going to last long on this occasion and, overcome by an urge to ensure my seed would not be wasted, I wanted to make sure my cum would coat her insides completely.

Lost in my own world, it took a while to register that Louise was moaning incoherently as she met every deep thrust which was lifting the heels of her pumps completely off the floor. Suddenly I felt her cunt literally seem to grab the shaft of my cock as she uttered guttural sounds of wanton lust. It was all too much for me.... or should I say, my cock, as I felt uncontrollable swelling and the surge of cum race up from my balls, through my tingling shaft. Louise was cumming and had brought me over the edge at the same time. I came, ecstatically, deep into Louise's womb with several long, wonderful, powerful thrusts.

Louise collapsed, face first onto the bed and it was all I could do to remain standing on jelly-like legs. I looked down at my rapidly softening manhood, dripping with a mix our cum juices and managed to utter a single command, "Clean me."

It took a couple of seconds, however, just before I thought that Louise had finally called my bluff, she slowly raised herself off the bed, dropped to her knees before me, and took my cock in her mouth to suck me clean. Despite my sensitivity down there, I found her ministrations very pleasurable. I patted Louise gently on her head and said, "Good girl."

As I slowly regained my composure I guided Louise back up on to her feet and undressed her, leaving her clad only in her garter belt, stockings and heels. My slut, my rules. I looked across at Tony. His eyes were glazed. Lustful. His cock rigid, oozing pre-cum. I said to him, "Your turn."

Tony leapt from his chair and descended upon Louise with the ferocity of a mountain lion. In moments he had her flat on her back, on the bed, legs spread, her pussy leaking my cum onto the duvet. She looked sheepishly up in to his face as he maneuvered his broad muscular frame above her before guiding his cock down into her and, missionary style, began pistoning his cock in and out of her used hole. It took me several moments to realize I had forgotten to ensure he had put a condom on, but, it was too late now. His animalistic grunts as he frenetically pistoned in and out of Louise, forcing the wind out of her with every downward thrust, was totally uncaring as to how sensitive her swollen pussy lips may have been. There was no finesse about his fucking, no tenderness, just the brutal rutting of a man who just wanted to fuck. 

As I watched with growing fascination at how readily Louise was allowing herself to be used, I was surprised that I had no feelings of remorse nor guilt. Conversely, I was becoming incredibly aroused again at the sight of my slutty co-worker being so crudely fucked. I stared in amazement at how quickly my cock was coming back to life without any artificial aids. Nevertheless, bearing in mind I looked like a soggy sack of cabbage peelings next to the physique of Tony, I took that as my cue to pop a little blue pill before considering my next move.

By the time I returned my attention to the fucking going on, Louise's demeanour had changed and she was now staring directly into Tony's eyes, urging him to fuck her harder. Her legs were now raised and she attempted to hook them over his waist in an obvious attempt to pull him deeper into her to increase his penetration. Tony's face was flushed, reflecting his exertions, as Louise's defiant stare seemed to challenge him to make her cum. It was an incredible sight. So much so I quickly grabbed my smartphone and captured several precious video moments for posterity.

My timing was perfect. Suddenly Louise's eyed widened and she spat, "Fuck me you bastard, fuck me....fuck me....Oooooh you fucking bastard, I...I...I'm cumming!!" And cum she did. Clamping her legs by the ankles around his waist and bucking beneath Tony with total abandon. It was hard to tell if Tony had cum too as they both collapsed in a heaving, sweaty heap on the bed. Tony extricated himself from Louise and flopped onto his back, his cock glistening from cum juices but still standing rigid and as hard as ever. 

Louise looked dreamily across at me and pulled her left leg up slowly, unintentionally demonstrating the sexy curve of her long legs, and as she did so her pussy lips gently pressed together which forced copious amounts cum to ooze out and run down between her ass cheeks. She moved both of her hands up to gently cup and caress her breasts making the image all the more erotic and enticing. Unable to resist I stopped filming and moved toward her.

"Get on all fours. Clean him," I commanded.

Louise's satiated but tired expression took on an air of concern, however, she did as she was told. Tony simply gave me a questioning look before a sly conspiratorial grin crossed his lips and he slid over across the bed. Louise assumed the position, her arse facing me as her mouth went to work on Tony's cock. I admired the glistening wetness of her puckered ass ring, soaked from the cum of her recent fucking, before guiding my cock to pierce her sphincter again. 

It took two attempts, but it was easier than I expected to get the engorged head of my cock past that tight star shaped hole and it did not bother me when I heard her tired feeble moans of protest. I was determined to use this woman this evening in any and all ways that suited my needs and right now I needed to fuck her arse again, despite the lack of ample lube.

I took my time, gently forcing my cock in and out of her ass in long slow thrusts. She was wonderfully tight and Louise's groans soon seemed to become moans of growing pleasure as her head bobbed up and down Tony's cock. I watched my own shaft disappear in her arse before coming out again. I wanted to quicken the pace but felt the need for more lubrication. I slowly withdrew the full length of my cock from her arse much to the disappointed moans of Louise and as I shoved my cock into her dripping cunt, I leaned over and, just like in the porn movies, spat saliva into her arse-hole. I continued to slowly pump my cock in and out of her cunt to get it well lubed when Tony suddenly interjected.

"Let's dp her." I swear to you, the prospect of double penetrating any woman, never mind one as sexy as Louise, was enough to give me a grin a mile wide. And I grinned.... Big time.

"Excellent idea. Louise, get that slutty cunt of yours on Tony's cock. Now!"

Louise looked up at me and, although her mouth moved, no words came out as, wide-eyed, she slowly mounted the complete stranger who had already fucked her once tonight. She straddled Tony, guided his cock to her wet hole, and slowly impaled herself unable to contain a sigh of pleasure as she did so. As she began to slowly ride his thick shaft and I watched her hips gyrate, she closed her eyes and a smile of immeasurable pleasure crossed her lips as her pussy obviously relished in the renewed attention.

I gave her a few brief moments of joy before I moved in behind her, leaned in and whispered into her right ear, "Now I'm going to fuck you up the ass you slut."

"Ooooh, please. No. Not now." My slick, covered cock lined up with her already loose arse-hole, and I slowly, but forcefully shoved my cock in causing Louise to utter another, "Plee....eeease." 

Tony began thrusting upwards into Louise and I could feel his thickness inside her, against my own cock. Never having done this before, I tried to find a rhythm with Tony's fucking of her cunt, so elected to push in whenever he pulled out. It was not easy being crouched behind Louise as I fucked her ass but the sensation was amazing. I swear I could feel the ridges of Tony's cock.

Louise seemed delirious as we settled into our rhythm calling out to her maker and repeatedly commenting on how full she was. We had barely been fucking her a minute or so when she suddenly orgasmed. I felt every muscle in her ass contract and pulse as she bucked beneath me. I saw the broadest grin come across Tony's face as he looked up into Louise's eyes yelling, "That's it you fucking slut, cum. Cum for us. Oh yeah you fucking whore."

I wish I could have been the one looking into Louise's face at that moment because just hearing Tony's words made me fuck Louise harder. I was so turned on and just wanted to cum, but my cock was not ready yet. It seemed to have swelled, but it was not ready to shoot its load, it just wanted the feeling of being rammed in and out of this woman's ass to continue. It felt so damned good and I continued to ream Louise enjoying every fucking second.




Becoming ME Ch. 04



I think Louise's orgasm crested as her contractions slowed, but then they started up again, only this time more intense and they were not stopping. Tony's face was becoming flushed again and spittle flew from his mouth as he spat, "Yes, you fucking whore, make me cum. Make me cum."

Even though I am not sure how it was possible, I felt Tony's cock swell inside her cunt and everything got even tighter which, given the contractions and pulsing exerted by Louise's ass muscles meant I suddenly felt even closer to release. I wasn't ready, it felt too good. Louise seemed to be in a state of constant orgasm and now Tony was cumming too. It was all too much for me and I descended into a pleasurable abyss.

I do not know where I found the energy, but I picked up the tempo and began ramming into Louise from behind and soon felt the warm release of my thick creamy cum shooting into her arse in another series of deep hard thrusts and groans. Finally spent, I collapsed off to the left, onto the bed leaving a thoroughly used Louise still impaled on Tony's deflating cock. 

Panting, I glanced across to the bedside table and saw that it was 10.30pm already. "Shit. Come on Louise, we have to go. NOW."

###

Without so much as a "Nice to have met you," we left Tony in his room and staggered to the room Louise had booked. Bedraggled and leaking cum from every hole I put a shower cap wearing Louise in the shower and told her to get cleaned up. She had no energy left and simply stood under the stream of water so I joined her and quickly washed us both. As I cleaned up my personal slut she absentmindedly played with my cock and dazedly smiled up at me.

I'm not sure what she told her husband when she finally got home, but for my part it was a breeze. Wendy was asleep in bed as usual so I was able to fall asleep thinking of what I would do with Louise next.



Becoming ME Ch. 05



** You really need to have read the earlier chapters to fully enjoy this series **



Those first few weeks and months were such a roller-coaster ride for me. I mean, think about it. There I was, a nobody. Invisible, to all intents and purposes. Trudging through middle age lamenting my lost opportunities and a sexless marriage when, out of the blue, Mrs. Louise Jenkinson presents herself before me.

At first I thought I was being 'played' by Louise, who had a deserved reputation for being a manipulative bitch, however, once I knew how desperate her situation was, I broke every moral and professional rule in the book. Hell, if it ever got out I would probably get arrested for blackmail, which, basically, was what I was doing. Nevertheless, I continued to compound my sins by using Louise, finding the thrill of bending her to my will so very intoxicating.

Naturally, having such an exquisite woman as Louise as a channel for my sexual needs was a huge windfall and, even though I had been racked with guilt, I told myself it was no more than she deserved and wanted. Plus, I really had pulled out all the stops to dig her out of the financial quagmire she had put herself in. Not that that would be of any type of mitigation if this ever got out. I would be labeled the beast that I have become and she would probably be portrayed as some sort of innocent victim preyed upon by her soulless manager. Bitch!

I suppose that, even after the events at the porn shop and the hotel, .... Wow, what a day that had been (chapters 3 & 4) ..... I was always ready to cave in if Louise had dared to call my bluff, but, when I had met with her and her husband, Mark, I knew then that she deserved no pity and that it was my obligation to treat her as the slut she wanted to be. Now THAT was a day to remember.

On the day of that meeting I recall seeing her imperiously walking the Banking Hall, ensuring all was as it should be. I was so confused and nervous about meeting her and Mark that afternoon that I almost beckoned her over to call the whole thing off when, unexpectedly, I saw her lash into one of her staff for some unknown misdemeanor that sent a chill down my spine. I was actually more afraid NOT to go through with the financing deal!

Mind you, she did look good. Her new dress code had attracted all sorts of comments around the bank, and not all of them were derisory or insulting. I'm a leg man and Louise, a statuesque, 5 foot 7 inch, brunette, had the sort of shapely long legs that still give me wet dreams. Oh yes, now I had the unparalleled joy of coming to work every day and seeing that leggy beauty parade her wares for my enjoyment.... Actually, as it turned out, for the enjoyment of just about every testosterone laden man who visited the bank. On that particular day, and as confirmed by my earlier inspection, I knew she was wearing a black, lacey shelf bra, with matching garter belt which supported lace-top barely-there tan stockings. No panties – not allowed. Of course the public at large only saw her fitted, red satin, long-sleeved blouse, which, although covered by her black fitted blazer, was open enough to reveal a respectable amount of cleavage and which kept her nipples sufficiently aroused to suggestively and constantly press against the material. The best part of her ensemble however was the fitted black skirt that ended two inches above her knees and the cum-fuck-me 4 inch heel black patent pumps she wore. Just seeing her walk in those heels gave me an aching hard-on. It met the bank's dress code, but only just.

I had been so tempted to bend her over my desk earlier that day and fuck her sweet smelling shaved pussy after she had presented herself to me for inspection. She had stood there before me, silent, her eyes avoiding direct contact with my own, her moist, lip-stick coated lips slightly parted to emit short shallow breaths as I had slowly stalked around her before ordering her to lift the hem of her skirt. Without lifting her gaze she had obeyed and moaned when I sent an exploratory finger to part her obviously swollen pussy lips, parting them to reveal tell-tale moistness. My cock was so hard, my need so great, that I do not know how I resisted temptation.

I told her to look at me as I brought my intruding finger to my nose to drink in her scent and then lick her juice from my skin. Her eyes were wanton, lust filled, as another lusty moan escaped her lips. Then I congratulated her on her choice of attire before dismissing her – much to her obvious disappointment. As soon as she left my office I had collapsed into my chair.

Louise had insisted on an after-banking-hours appointment to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment or questions from her staff to which I duly agreed. The 5.30pm appointment also gave me time to double check the recording equipment in my office as I was hopeful of adding to my collection of "Louise porn" by fucking her before her husband arrived. My plans were scuppered, however, when Mark had arrived early to discuss a few things with Louise before the meeting. 

When they finally sat down in my office the tension between them was apparent. I decided not to probe and just jump in. I had just started to make my presentation when Mark interjected. It was to be expected under normal circumstances, however, these were not normal circumstances. Mark began ranting how unfair it was that the bank was threatening to foreclose and how they deserved more time and blah, blah bloody blah. I had guessed that Louise had not mentioned our little 'arrangement' so was about to launch into my well rehearsed 'bad debtors' speech when...

Louise stood up from her chair opposite me and turned to her husband and screamed, "Shut up, Mark, just bloody well shut up! How dare you speak to Mr. Yearwood that way after all he has done for us. How much goddamn time do you need to find a job anyway?!"

Both Mark and I were stunned. She stood there, fists clenched, panting as she glared at her husband before continuing, in a gentler but nonetheless threatening tone, "I know you mean well, Babe, but we've run out of money and options. You've seen the numbers. This is a good deal and right now, if I had to, I would let Mr. Yearwood fuck me right here, over his desk if I thought it would save us. Do you understand?"

Not quite how I had planned things, but hey, I let her continue.

Mark simply sat there, the blood drained from his face, his lips trying, unsuccessfully to form coherent words. I sat and watched Mark have his remaining manhood stripped from his still warm corpse, watched as a husband lost any vestiges of authority he may have had and meekly, despite his obvious physical strength, turn to look to me for support.

As dead-pan as I could manage I looked Mark in the eyes and said, "She's right. What now?"

It was quite unsettling at first as Mark seemed almost catatonic for the remainder of the meeting. I presented him with papers that he merely signed without any real understanding before informing both of them that this financing package was solely reliant on Louise keeping her job at the bank at any cost. Without going into the sordid details, he was informed, and Louise confirmed, that she would be required to work long and odd hours from now on, including week-ends, and that he must do his part in running the household. He mutely nodded his agreement before signing the 'private personal services agreement' and being asked to wait outside my office. 

Please don't think any worse of me when I say that I still fully expected this to blow up in my face. I imagined waking up tomorrow to hear of a murder-suicide report in the Jenkinson household and because of that I figured I should get one last fuck in before I let Louise go.

With Mark on the other side of my door I told Louise to take her blazer off and show me her tits as she got down to suck my cock. I hated Louise for what she had done to Mark whilst at the same time felt nothing but contempt for a man who had allowed himself to be so brow-beaten in public. It reminded me too much of my own relationship with Wendy and that made me mad. 

Louise dropped to her knees and quickly released my raging hard-on from the confines of my pants. With practiced ease she cupped my balls in her one hand as she grabbed my shaft with the other and eagerly slid my throbbing member between her lips. Up and down her head bobbed, alternating, every now and then with a long luxurious licking of the shaft and cock head with her tongue. Damn, she was a good cock-sucker now and I felt my hips beginning to thrust forward, pushing my cock further into that wonderful mouth.

Her eyes fixed on mine as she worked the length of my cock and I thought how different she looked now compared to barely 5 minutes before. Her eyes seemed to implore me to recognize her efforts, and to let her know that all would be fine now. For whatever reason, Louise had submitted to me and I knew, knew beyond all reasonable doubt, that I now owned this woman and, once again, it both disgusted and excited me.

I grabbed a handful of her lustrous, wavy hair and unceremoniously pulled her up, off my cock. Then, pulling her close enough for me to whisper in her ear, I said, "Time to fuck you, slut."

Louise gave an appreciative moan as I bent her over my desk, hiked her skirt up around her waist and plunged my saliva coated cock deep and up into her welcoming wet cunt. She wriggled her ass as she parted her legs and assumed a more comfortable position as I fucked her doggy-style to her increasingly loud moans. I tried to maintain a steady, slow, deep thrust as it always seemed to make her cum quicker and, to be honest made it more pleasurable for me, however, her pussy just seemed to know how to send ripples of pure joy up and down the very length on my shaft with every thrust and the sight of her firm ass as I slapped up against it made me begin to lose what little control of myself that I had.

Louise began pushing back to meet my thrusts shouting, "Ye-essss, Mr. Yearwood, oooh yessss. Fuck me, Mr. Yearwood, harder, please!" Even though I knew my office was not sound proofed, I no longer cared that the sounds of flesh slapping together and Louise's slutty moans were probably being listened to by Mark and anyone else who happened to walk by at this hour. The sheer joy of watching my shaft sawing in and out of Louise's slick wet cunt was too much and I desperately needed to shoot my seed into this woman – damn the consequences.

I felt the tell tale signs of Louise's orgasm as her pussy seemed to squeeze and massage my shaft sending a deliriously wonderful tingle to the very end of my cock, which, in response began to swell making the pleasure all the more undeniable. I lost myself in the moment, my vision closing in, darkening as I felt sure my eyes were rolling back into my head until finally, blissfully, I felt myself cum deep inside Louise with wave after wave of thick creamy cum spurting and coating her insides. Incredibly satisfying, energy sapping thrusts took me over my peak even as I still felt Louise bucking in front of me and screaming her delight to her maker.

On shaking legs I stood back allowing my rapidly deflating cock to plop out of her pussy. My eyes were drawn in to the wonderful sight of her still parted legs as they met the still swollen lips of her now used pussy and the copious amounts of our co-mingled cum juices as they leaked out to drip onto my carpeted floor. Temporarily satiated and feeling inordinately calm, I leaned forward and kissed her right butt cheek before leaning over to tell a still panting Louise to go tell her husband to go home and wait for her there.

Remarkably, she simply stood up, slowly, pulled her skirt down somewhat, and went to the door. She made no effort to cover her breasts up nor assume any semblance of proprietary as she opened my door, muttered an exchange of words with Mark and then return to her seat in front of my desk. I handed her a tissue and told her to wipe herself before she stained my chair which she, rather unceremoniously, did. What a complete slut.

I thought for a moment before saying, "Go to the bathroom and fix your hair. Make yourself look presentable. We're going out to celebrate."

###

As we drove across the city I could not help but take appreciative glances at my ever so recently fucked co-worker. I do not understand why, but there is nothing quite as sexy as a woman who reeks of having been recently used. To the casual observer Louise was as demure and elegant as the moment she arrived for work this morning, but the hint of lace-top stocking protruding from the hem of her skirt as it rode up in the car seat next to me betrayed the slutty nature of the woman. Her shapely legs emerged to tantalize and excite me again as we neared our destination and the fulfillment of yet another seemingly depraved sexual need.

We left her handbag and blazer in the car and walked across the lot to the rather aged but surprisingly grand old building. In its day it had been a Town Hall, a church, and then a cinema, actually, it was still a cinema of sorts, except now it showed adult porn movies. I felt only the slightest resistance from Louise as I lead her to the concierge and purchased two tickets to the obvious delight of the old man in the ticket booth.

Make no mistake, Porn theatres are trashy, or at least all the ones I have ever seen have been. No glitz or glamour here. Nothing like your spick-and-span multi-plex theatres that show Hollywood's latest blockbusters. These places are strictly functional. Not filthy but you never get the feeling that they are 'clean', and, given the type of clientele they get, is that any wonder?

As usual there was some typical wham-bam trailer trash porno flick showing as we made our way down the aisle to the sparsely occupied theatre. You know the type, some air-headed teen bimbo gets talked into getting fucked by a bunch of guys riding around in a beat up van. Give me the old style, badly acted story-line movies any day – but I digress. If the seating capacity was 200 then there were barely a dozen people in there that I could see, all apparently male. I sat with Louise about two thirds down with me in the aisle seat and close enough to the screen to clearly illuminate us. I wanted everyone to know we were there.

Louise was wide-eyed in awe at what she saw on the screen as we approached our seats and seemed oblivious of the surroundings. As this was obviously her first time in such an establishment, I gave her a few minutes to 'enjoy' the movie before leaning across to kiss her ear lobe, which made her jump slightly, and whisper, "Don't panic. Just go along with whatever happens and I promise you will enjoy yourself."

She relaxed as I kissed her neck and slipped my right hand into her blouse, cupping her left breast. I gently massaged her breast all the while praising her for her beauty and sexiness whilst also keeping my eye on the other patrons. It was not long before Louise was aroused by my ministrations and what she saw going on on-screen. She began grinding her hips into her seat and emitting low appreciative moans. 

It therefore came as no surprise to see several of the other patrons begin to move closer to where we were sat, eager to get a better view of the live action.

On-screen a rather trashy looking bleach blonde gave an unconvincing speech about how her mother would not approve of her showing her already well used pussy to a quartet of men she had apparently never met before. As lame as the movie may have seemed to me, it had captured Louise's attention better than the latest main-stream blockbuster. Sensing my stare, she glanced in my direction but was immediately captivated by something going on to my right.

I looked across the aisle to an elderly man, possibly in his mid-60's and fairly well dressed, who was blatantly staring across at us and openly masturbating in his seat. I leaned back into my seat to give Louise a better view, withdrawing my hand from her breast to drop it down to her lap where I quickly pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal her stocking tops for all to see. Her eyes darted, briefly, to mine before observing the show across the aisle. I quickly slipped a finger into her already slick cunt and she gave an appreciative moan.

It quickly became apparent that Louise was becoming the centre of attraction in the theatre as I noted how the other patrons had all moved from their original seats and were now gravitating towards where we were sat. The boldest of them to date, who I decided to call 'Bob' because from the moment I saw him all he seemed to do was vigorously nod his head up and down in obvious appreciation for the luck he had been dealt with this day, was a gentleman, off to Louise's left, who seemed not too dissimilar to myself in age and demeanor. Sure he was balding and had an obvious paunch, but he looked clean so when I indicated for him to come closer he did so with admirable speed and dexterity. 

Bob sat to the left of Louise and, after first checking with me, slipped his left hand into Louise's blouse as he rubbed his crotch with his right hand. Louise barely flinched as she must have assumed that it was I who had resumed fondling her breasts despite the fact that I was still fingering her pussy. I couldn't help but smile to myself and decided to up the tempo.

By now Louise was moaning aloud as she ground herself onto my fingers and ran her right hand up and down my thighs. When I leaned in to kiss her she hungrily reciprocated without once taking her eyes of the elderly patron masturbating for her viewing pleasure. I told her to lift her legs up onto the seat in front of her and she willingly complied, her lust now controlling her sense of morals. As her legs came up onto the back of the seat she slid down slightly which spoiled her viewing pleasure and also caused her to finally take notice of Bob.

Her eyes betrayed her panic and confusion so I quickly removed my hand from her pussy and pressed down on her chest to keep her in place as a rather nervous Bob withdrew his hand. "It's okay, stay calm," I said. "Relax and enjoy. This is Bob and I have invited him and some of my friends to meet you, so, don't be rude." 

Louise's eyes were locked onto my own but I felt her relax under my hand. She still looked nervous, however, there was a deep lustfulness in her eyes as I slipped my hand back down, over her firm stomach, over her bunched up skirt and onto her exposed and open pussy. I began rubbing up and down her parted wet pussy lips satisfied that she would not resist any further. Her shapely legs spread even more, the stiletto heels of her shoes digging into the back of the seat in front of her. Her eyes turned to fix her lustful gaze, once more, on the action being played out on-screen as our budding starlet was hungrily devouring an incredibly thick cock in her mouth as she was being reamed doggy style by a muscle-bound oaf.

A still startled and somewhat perplexed Bob settled into watching Louise resume her grinding action and soon took his cock out to begin openly masturbating. Two more patrons, who I'll call the twins simply because there were two of them, had moved up to the seats immediately behind ours and another, let's call him Dick, was directly in front of us lustily staring between Louise's legs. I smiled at the scenario as it was evolving before remembering our friend across the aisle.

I looked across. Too bad, he had disappeared.

As I focused back on Louise I saw that she was incredibly torn by developments. Her eyes darted left and right as her chest heaved up and down, panting and moaning at the attention she was now receiving. Dick was leaning over the seat to seize the opportunity to run one hand up and down her stocking clad legs as he obviously furiously masturbated, whilst the twins had reached over to pull open her blouse to fully expose her firm breasts which they pawed and groped at hungrily. No doubt the twins were also feverishly pulling on their cocks, however, only Bob, on the seat next to Louise, provided a clear view of his actions. Louise looked down at Bob's throbbing member, her lips seductively parted. She made no attempt to resist the attentions of these complete strangers and I felt no inclination to stop them.




Becoming ME Ch. 05



"Touch his cock Louise," I said, "Jerk him off." She glanced up at me before tentatively reaching out for Bob and as she did so I extricated myself from my seat, stood up, took a step backward to enjoy the show.

It was an incredibly erotic sight watching these men fondling Louise. The twins each squeezed, pulled and tweeked her breasts keeping her nipples delightfully aroused and erect as she began to slowly masturbate an incredulous Bob. Totally engrossed by what she was doing she probably never noticed that I had decided to record her depravity for posterity, albeit in a very poor light on a barely adequate phone camera. I didn't care because I knew the detail would be sufficient for my purposes and provide ample detail when reviewing the footage in the privacy of my own home for many nights to come.

Seeing my now vacant seat, Dick scurried around, cock in hand, to kneel beside Louise. He deftly raised her shapely right leg up over his head before positioning himself, in a rather cramped fashion, between her legs. Incredibly, he dove, mouth first, into Louise's gaping wet cunt that had so recently been filled with my cum, and began eating her out. Louise howled her absolute pleasure at this development with a guttural "OOO-OOOH, YE-ESSSSSS!" and grabbed Dick by the back of his head with her free hand before humping her hips up off her seat.

One of the twins was now leaning completely over Louise trying to get his mouth over her right nipple, the other twin was ravaging her neck and ear with his mouth. Louise now had her head thrown back, humping Dick's face as she pulled up and down on Bob's cock. Bob for his part had reached the limit of his endurance despite some obvious efforts to prolong his pleasure. His head was lolling about, eyes rolled back and delirious moans of pleasure pouring from his open mouth as his own pelvis thrust desperately up from his seat to meet Louise's ministrations.

Louise must have sensed or felt that Bob was close because she lifted her head to stare down at Bob's cock just moments before he came, grunting and thrusting his member in her clenched hand and spewing copious amounts of thick, creamy cum four or five inches up into the air. The globs of cum splattered around the immediate area falling down onto Bob's lap, the arm rest and in steamy, hot runny streaks down Louise's hand. It was just the trigger to send Louise over the edge as she could no longer contain all of the incredibly intense sensations caused by her molestation by those men. She bucked and squealed her obvious passion to the delight of her newest admirers and she squashed and rubbed her clit hard on Dick's face gushing her cum juices all over his welcoming face. 

The twins were not far behind as they witnessed this unexpected treat of such a gorgeous wanton slut in their midst as they each stood up behind her, releasing her abused breast, and furiously pulled on their respective cocks crying an indecipherable "Gaa-aaaahh!" as they each unloaded their wads of cum from behind with streams of their hot sticky mess shooting above her, over her shoulders, in her hair, with some landing on her exposed chest and even some in the hair of the hapless Dick.

As if this moment could not get any better I was caught unawares when Dick stood up from his knelt position and, with his cock as hard as when I first saw it, lean forward to deftly slip his hard-on into the slick gaping hole that was Loiuse's cunt. It happened too fast for me to react and by the time I realized what had happened I resolved to let things play their course.

Louise had just peaked from what had been an intense orgasm and had not been expecting Dick to fuck her in the theatre. At first alarmed, she had placed her hands up against Dick's chest in a vain attempt to prevent what had already happened. Being eaten out in public in a cinema had been amazing, but it was not as fulfilling as the feel of a hard cock inside her which is why she was almost powerless to prevent Dick from his rapid fucking of her pussy. Her restraining hands quickly moved her hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck as she tried to increase the penetration of this strange cock by lifting herself up into his groin. She pulled up with her arms and lifted her hips up by pressing against the seat in front of her with her feet to get the deepest penetration she could, enjoying the feeling of this rampant, anonymous fuck. She goaded Dick on, begging him to fuck her harder, begging him to fill her pussy up with his cum.

She was completely depraved and absolutely wonderful. It made the scenes playing out on-screen seem pathetic by comparison.

Dick was oblivious to his surroundings as he plowed into Louise, desperate to empty his balls into this stunning woman and, as he drank in the full scene of this cum coated woman's heaving chest, with the feel of her stocking clad legs wrapped around him, he let go with the full force of a man who had not been laid in weeks. Thrust after deep, powerful thrust he buried his cock and copious seed deep within the womb of this anonymous slut. His thrusts became less intense as the energy sapped from his body and he found himself unable to support a woman who was pleading for him not to stop. His legs gave way as he collapsed forward onto a still massively aroused Louise who was still pushing up from her seat trying to coax more from his rapidly deflating cock. Dick was spent, incredibly satiated and was only now beginning to realize what he had done.

One after the other Louise's admirers pulled themselves together before looking around panic-stricken, each afraid of the possible consequences of what each had done. First Bob, then the Twins and finally Dick all stuffed their cocks away and literally fled the cinema without even inquiring as to the identity of the still heaving, cum soaked woman they had just used. A passing glance in my direction was all the acknowledgement I got as they departed, never to be seen again.

Louise looked up at me, he face now tortured with angst. She looked around, peering into the dark and seeing the shadows of the more discrete patrons before sitting upright and, plaintively crying, "What have you done to me? Why?" Sobbing she buried her face in her hands.

I stepped toward my distraught co-worker still buzzing from what had happened and incredibly turned on. My cock tented in my pants and ached to be free to fuck this woman, however, I was in control enough not to risk fucking that pussy just yet. I looked down at her for a few seconds without any feelings of remorse or pity, just a growing need to be satiated. 

"Louise." Upon hearing me speak, and still sobbing, she slowly looked up from her hands. "Louise, I have merely helped you be the slut you have always wanted to be, so stop acting like some innocent victim and stop whining. You've made my cock extremely hard but there's no way I'm putting it in that dirty cunt of yours, so get sucking." I unzipped my pants and she slowly, tentatively, reached for my cock.

"Suck it now." 

Louise's still luscious lips parted and she began licking my throbbing knob before engulfing me with her mouth. She certainly could suck cock and, to her credit, she did a fine job of taking as much of me down her throat as she massaged my balls. It felt wonderful, but it was not what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her..... hard. I wanted to feel her pussy clamping on my shaft as I buried it deep into her womb. I wanted more than the pleasurable sensation of her sucking on my cock, I wanted to use her.

Incredibly, I found myself checking my watch before scanning the rest of the theatre. I needed to be out off her soon, but also desperately needed a release. I grabbed her by her hair, feel the damp, sticky globs of what I knew to be cum on my fingers, and pulled up off my cock. I spun her round and bent her over her seat and lined my cock up with her twitching sphincter.

"P...p...please, Mr Y..year...w..wwoood. N...n...not here." She knew what was coming but, despite her feeble protests made no attempt to stop me. 

With the faintest of lubrication provided by her own saliva still drying on my cock, I took a firm grip of her slender waist and rammed my cock past that tight anal muscle and deep into her arse. It was crude, insensitive and absolutely fantastic. She whined but did not scream as I effectively dry fucked her arse. The friction added to my enjoyment as her tight dry hole pulled the skin on my cock all the way back on every stroke giving me just what I was looking for..... an express train to my own orgasm. Taking and using her this way, after all she had been through, merely added to the thrill of the evening. Through the mists of my own enjoyment I began to hear Louise's moans and realized that, despite everything, she was getting off. I turned my attention back to her.

"Oh, you bastard, I can't believe what you're doing to me. Oh...ye...essss, you bastard." She was lost in her own world, frantically rubbing her clit with her right hand as she maintained her balance with a firm grip on the back of the seat as I plowed into her arse. This was perfect and was just that little bit extra I needed to cum.

"Oh, you fucking slut, Louise," I said as I raced for my peak, pounding her arse, thighs slapping again firm buttocks. "You're mine now you slut, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Yearwood, YES! Fuck my dirty arse. Fuck it, please." And as I felt my cock release and pour its seed deep into her arse I felt Louise orgasm. Felt her buck beneath my thrusts and the rapid contractions of the muscles around her arse milked me dry. I felt the tension drain from my body as the pace of my thrusts slowed and, ever so briefly, I became aware of my surroundings and a burning need to get out of that cinema.

Satiated, I unceremoniously withdrew from Louise, wiping my cock on the inside of her crumpled skirt, and quickly put myself together. Louise had raised her legs up onto her seat and remained slumped, in a kneeling position over the back of the seat. She looked a wreck, even in the poor light of the cinema. I gingerly grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it down so as to cover her exposed arse and then gave her a gentle slap on her right buttock before telling her to get up and follow me to the car.

Once in the car I drove her home and deposited her bedraggled form on her doorstep. I was in no mood nor condition to face her husband and simply told her not to be late for work the next day. She managed to grunt her acquiescence before staggering through her door.

I went to sleep that night a happy contented man. All nagging doubts had vanished with the realization that I now owned Louise and that, no matter how things played out from this point, she would do ANYTHING that I needed or asked of her. I wondered, how many more like Louise are there at the bank?