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Dear readers: What was posted as 4 was actually 2. This is 3. The real 4 is
on its way. Enjoy. That was Friday. By the following Wednesday, Dana was
almost herself again. Three things had happened. First, she had given her
husband a great blowjob. It actually wasn't her idea. It was the voice's.
 From a restless sleep, Dana heard an alarm clock going off in her head.
Confused, she looked at the clock - 3 am. "Good morning, Mrs. Chase, time to
wake up." Oh, my God, thought Dana. Even in my sleep I am not free. "You must
be feeling pretty lousy, Mrs. Chase. Here is the husband you love, lying
beside you, trusting you. And you off fucking little boys at work." It was,
in fact, exactly how Dana felt. She had let everyone down - her husband, her
children, her work, herself. She felt like scum. "Make it up to him now, Mrs.
Chase. Suck his dick." "But, he's asleep," she whispered. "Make it nice and
slurpy, Mrs. Chase. We want to listen in." So that was it - even her marital
bed was not sacred. She was to be a whore to her own husband. But, as she
slid down under the covers, Dana felt strangely comforted. She licked her
husband Mark's still sleeping penis, and slipped it into her mouth. She felt
it grow, press against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, even before he
woke up. "Hey, what's this?" asked Mark, still half asleep, a smile creeping
across his face. Dana felt the warmth between her legs, as she licked his
cock up and down. He pushed his hips up to meet her. "I can't hear, Mrs.
Chase. Slurp." Dana began to bob up and down on his cock, making loud sucking
noises. Mark stroked her hair, and humped her mouth as he grew more and more
excited. "That's good, Mrs. Chase. Now be sure to swallow." Dana felt herself
coming in the excitement, as Mark grabbed her head and thrust deep into her
mouth. He felt the zipping feeling up through his ass, as he came strongly,
squirting globs of semen deep into her throat. Dana lay her head between his
loins for a moment, then slid up his chest, and held him tightly. "I love you
so much," she said. "And I love you, too." Mark hugged her, and kissed her
forehead. And they fell back asleep. That was the first thing. The second
thing was a note from Matt. Matt, it turned out, was a perfect gentleman
about the whole thing. "Dear Mrs. Chase (I think I prefer to call you that),
"I don't know exactly what happened the other night, but my feeling is that
you are not completely in control of yourself. Unless you tell me otherwise,
I think we should just forget all about it. I hope things work out for you.
"Sincerely, "Matt Dorman" So she knew that her name wouldn't be spread around
the company as the office whore. The third thing that happened was that she
had had an intimate talk about the whole situation. With the voice in her
ear. In fact, she was growing desperate to talk to someone, to confide, but
she was in terror of this: for one thing, she was afraid the voice would hear
and punish her. But worse than that, she was so ashamed by the whole thing,
that there was no one she could bring herself to talk to about it. Except the
voice. "How you feeling today, Mrs. Chase?" She was sitting at her desk,
working on the Jones account. But her mind had started wandering for a
moment, when the voice spoke. "Better. Uh, fine." "Tell the truth, Mrs.
Chase." Tears started to well up in Dana's eyes. "Horrible. I feel horrible.
Is that what you want?" And suddenly, in a gush of hushed whisper, Dana
poured out what she feared to tell anyone. "I feel like a slave. Ugly. I hate
you. Why have you done this to me? It's all so horrible, I hate myself. I
hate everything." Now she was really crying. "Because I love it so much. Why
have you done this to me? Why, why?" Her head collapsed in her arms on the
desk, and her shoulders shook from wracking sobs. After a minute, she calmed
down, took a tissue and wiped her swollen eyes. "Feeling better now, Mrs.
Chase?" "Yes, thank you." "Good. Then take off your panties." Dana gasped.
She looked quickly out to see if anyone was looking. She rose to shut the
door of her office. "No, Mrs. Chase, leave the door open." She sat down
again. Luckily, she was wearing a skirt today. She reached under the skirt,
and pulled her panties down. "Put them in the top left drawer. You will leave
them there. Now, describe what you have on your desk." "Papers, pencil rack,
computer, mouse, keyboard... " "What's in the pencil rack?" "Black pen, blue
pen, two pencils, magic marker..." "Good. Take the magic marker and stick it up
your cunt." Dully, glancing out the door, Dana picked up the marker, and slid
it between her legs. "Play with yourself, Mrs. Chase. Let's pretend that the
magic marker is your dog's dick. That's good, in and out, in and out. Getting
hot, Mrs. Chase. Don't pant too hard, people will notice. Good girl. Do you
feel the wetness on your hand? Your nipples are hard, aren't they, Mrs.
Chase? You're going to come now, aren't you? Are you thinking about your dog?
Your dog humping you? You like that, don't you. Are you coming? Don't cry
out, everyone in the office will hear you. Now, Mrs. Chase, NOW!" Dana
stifled a cry as she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her. While her cunt
juices ran all over her hand and her skirt, and she writhed in her seat from
the orgasm, her eyes never stopped scanning the offices beyond her door to
see if someone noticed. It passed. A wave of self-disgust washed over her.
"You really are disgusting, Mrs. Chase. Goodbye for now."

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