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Bossing Mrs. Taylor
By Master Control X




Hello. I m Carol Taylor. At least that s the name I ve chosen to use for this since 
using my own would not be a good idea. 

I m not sure why I m writing this.  And I definitely haven t decided whether I m 
going to put this on the Internet or not.  Maybe it s because I feel a need to tell 
SOMEBODY what happened and telling my friends or especially my husband is 
out of the question.

Or, maybe it s because I ve relived these events so many times in my dreams 
and fantasies that writing them down will just add to my pleasure.  I admit that 
as I begin this description, little tingles are already zipping around inside me.

It wasn t really my fault you know.  My marriage, then in it s third year, started 
out wonderfully. My husband made me feel sexy and special with his constant 
attention. Then he met these two guys at work and started spending more and 
more time with them   playing golf, tennis and other activities.  These activities 
grew into  boys nights out  which, he confessed, included going to strip clubs. 
 It s just a guy thing,  he said.  I felt alienated. None of that excuses what 
happened, but you can decide if it contributed.

All these things led up to the Christmas party hosted by my husband s boss in 
his huge home about thirty miles away. It was a formal affair, catered by the 
best restaurant in town. I had met Mr. Zane at other corporate events I attended 
with my husband.  He was older than my 23 years by almost double. He was 
handsome, rich, powerful and sophisticated. He dressed like James Bond and 
looked like Michael Douglas in the movie Wall Street.

We arrived at the party around 10 p.m. that December night.  He met us at the 
door. He shook my husband s hand then turned to me.  As always, my dear, 
you look simply ravishing.   We made some small talk for a few moments and 
during the whole time his eyes kept darting to my cleavage which was 
somewhat displayed by the low scooped neck in my floor length red dress.  The 
color set off my blonde hair and blue eyes nicely I thought   and so did he.

As usual, my husband left me alone a few minutes later to go find his  buds , so 
I ended up talking to some of the other women who were either there by 
themselves or had been likewise abandoned.  During our little chats I found out 
that Mr. Zane had recently split up with his third wife and was apparently at the 
party unaccompanied. 

As the evening progressed, I noticed that every time he was in my vicinity, he 
would glance at me. A couple times I even caught him staring. The more it 
happened, the more curious I became.  

Finally, I was standing alone when he approached me.  Are you enjoying 
yourself Mrs. Taylor?  he smiled.  As he smiled his eyes dropped to my chest 
and stayed there, openly staring. He even moved a step closer so he could 
increase his viewing angle.  I ve never seen you look more desirable, Mrs. 
Taylor, you re easily the most beautiful woman in my home.  His eyes slowly 
trailed back to mine as he spoke.  On past occasions, I probably would have 
responded with some modesty like taking a step back or casually moving my 
hand to block his view. But tonight I didn t. Rather, I felt my back arch slightly, 
as if it had a mind of it s own. It felt good to be ogled for a change. And the 
three glasses of champagne I d imbibed out of sheer boredom no doubt 
contributed to my daringness.

 Mrs. Taylor, it appears my glass is empty. Would you mind getting it refilled for 
me?  

 Why certainly  is the only reply I could manage to his rather strange request.  
As I proceeded to the bar I couldn t help but feel his eyes on me the whole time.  
The bartender, part of the catering crew, filled my the glass politely and as I 
turned to walk the twenty feet or so back, I saw Mr. Zane had indeed never 
taken his eyes off me. As I walked back rather self consciously, I couldn t help 
but glance quickly at his crotch. My heart missed a beat as it appeared that there 
was a prominent bulge below his cummerbund. I felt excited and embarrassed at 
the same time.

I handed him the drink. He took a small sip and said,  You know, I really didn t 
need a drink. I just wanted to watch you walk. Your ass moves wonderfully 
under that tight dress.   I tried to formulate some snappy response, but before I 
could he said,  This drink is warm. Get me another. 

It wasn t a request, it was a command. I looked at him for a moment as if to 
question his intent. Instead, I took the glass and did what he wanted.  This time, 
as I walked to the bar, I felt as if a million sparks were traveling back and forth 
over my ass.  My hips began to undulate more than normal causing me to walk 
slower. God I felt so sexy!  As the bartender handed me a new napkin, I 
intentionally let it fall to the floor. As I bent slowly to pick it up, the excitement 
and maybe the champagne made my head swim just a bit. I could feel the 
stretchy fabric tightening over my hips as I purposely displayed them to my 
husband s boss. 

 I hope you re enjoying the view, Mr. Zane,  I thought to myself.  As I returned 
to him, I let my eyes again dip to his crotch.  It appeared that he had enjoyed the 
a lot  and I thought to myself  The view from here isn t too bad, either  

He took the drink from my hand and said  Go sit down Mrs. Taylor I want to 
see your legs .  Again, it wasn t a request; it was a direct order. I felt like 
protesting for an instant, but thought better of it. I didn t really want to challenge 
him anyway, did I?

I walked over to a couch where two other women were seated. As I sat down, I 
let the long slit at the side of my dress drape so that much of my thigh was 
revealed. I felt like a little hussy, but it felt good.

When I looked in his direction, he was no where in sight. I was devastated! I 
didn t even realize that one of the ladies was talking to me. Embarrassed again! I 
joined the conversation, still wondering where he had gone. It wasn t long 
before I saw him walk to another woman across the room. He positioned 
himself so that he was facing me. As he was talking to her I could see his eyes 
shift in my direction. More specifically, in the direction of my bare thigh.  The 
next time he looked, I slowly crossed my legs. The slit shifted just as intended. 
Could he see the tops of my stockings? Or maybe even a glimpse of my lacey 
panties? God I hoped so. I wanted to drive him crazy.

He was being very discreet. Not standing in one place too long, but always 
finding a way to sneak a look at my legs which were getting more bare by the 
minute. We played this game for some time.  I eventually couldn t stand it any 
longer and went back to the bar.  He walked up next to me and whispered in my 
ear  follow me in ten minutes .

My heart starting pounding.  I watched him walk out of the room and down a 
long hallway to the back of the house.  I looked at my watch.  Ten minutes after 
one.  What was I going to do? I knew the answer to that before I asked it. 

Where was my husband?  Would he notice me being gone? I began a casual 
search. I found him down the basement playing pool in the elaborately 
decorated game room.  It looked like it was right out of a rich man s private club. 
Wall to wall mahogany woodwork and a gorgeous antique pool table.  My 
husband was playing with three other guys. They all looked like they had a bit 
too much to drink. Talking and laughing loudly. But my husband looked like he 
was much further into the booze than the others. Typical.

I looked at my watch again. Almost time. My pulse was pounding and my head 
felt very light. I walked discreetly down that hallway. I opened several doors. 
The rooms were all empty except for one where some guy was groping what 
was probably his secretary.

I opened the last door. It opened into a large garage. There was a sparkling 
Porsche I could barely make out in the darkness and a gleaming black Mercedes 
sedan. There was a single light on in the Mercedes. He was sitting in the back 
seat. I looked back, making sure no one saw me, and I walked towards the car. 
He opened the door and I slid in onto the sumptuous gray leather.  I wanted to 
say something like  I thought I d never find you!  but again he spoke first. 

 Open your mouth Mrs. Taylor.   I felt my lips part on command and then he 
was kissing me. His tongue began exploring ever part of my mouth and throat. I 
didn t notice at first, but he had captured my wrists in one hand and pulled them 
back over my head. I only noticed because he had to stop frenching me to get 
them there. I remember I felt like I had been tied up, which I m sure is what he 
wanted me to feel.

 You re a very hot woman, aren t you Mrs. Taylor?  He seemed to enjoy calling 
me Mrs. Taylor, reminding himself and me that I was a married woman. A 
woman married to one of his subordinates. I think it made us both feel rather 
wicked.

With my arms now pulled back, he kissed me again. This time I felt his other 
hand slide up under the slit in my dress. His hand forced my legs apart, but I 
didn t provide much resistance. 

The kiss stopped again.  Your pussy is dripping Mrs. Taylor 

 I know  I gasped as his fingers worked past my very moist panties. His fingers 
were in me. He kept talking to me, saying the dirtiest things. 

 You re a very bad girl Mrs. Taylor. You loved showing me that tight ass and 
those long, sexy legs didn t you? You like being a little slut don t you Mrs. 
Taylor?  

He began working his mouth down my neck as he continued his comments. His 
fingers were now fucking in and out of me slowly. As his tongue reached the 
valley between my breasts it began fucking back and forth in time with his 
fingers. 

I heard him murmur  Cum, you hot little cunt  and I did. 

Hard. 

I wanted to scream by bit my lip instead. The waves of lust seemed to last 
forever. I felt his fingers leave and for a moment I tried to catch my breath.  My 
eyes were blurry but I could see a long white shaft stretching out of his tux 
pants. Oh my god. It was then I felt the pressure on the back of my head. He 
firmly pushed it down into his lap. My lips opened and his cock wedged it way 
between them. My head was still spinning, my eyes closed. My mouth seemed to 
open wider and wider as I felt his shaft slipping further and further into my 
mouth. He was talking to me as the taste and feel of the hot flesh began to 
overwhelm my senses. I felt this craving deep in the pit of my stomach. 

A hunger like I d never known. I wanted to consume it this man s cock but I 
somehow knew that at the same time, his cock was somehow consuming me. 
The power of this man was radiating in my mouth and all through my body. I 
had never experienced that feeling of being so completely taken. 

 This is where you belong, isn t it  I heard him whisper.

I felt like screaming  YES!   

 You were made to suck cock, weren t you   

I just moaned and sucked his cock deeper.  He was touching something deep 
inside me, both physically and emotionally. Something I didn t even know was 
there.  I sensed his flesh begin to stiffen and strain.  He held my head firmly in 
place as he began to gush. He gave me no choice.  As his hot seed pumped down 
my throat, my own body began to spasm as well.  I swear it felt as if my mouth 
and throat were cumming. My pussy certainly was.

When he had finished, he pulled my head up by my hair.  He watched me for a 
moment while I tried desperately to recover my breath and stop my mind from 
it s delirious spinning.

  You needed this didn t you. It was written all over you as you walked in the 
door. 

 Was it that obvious?  I mumbled.

 Only to me. 

I simply nodded and took another deep breath.

I heard him open the heavy car door and I focused on him for the first time since 
his hand first slid up my skirt. As he slid out of the sedan he whispered  The 
night is far from over, my dear .

With that he was gone.

I took another moment to gather myself as best I could and thought about what 
had just transpired and what his last warning could possibly mean.  

I left the Mercedes and fumbled my way to the door in the now darkened 
garage.  Thank god the bathroom was just down the hall. As I glanced around I 
was glad to see no one had apparently noticed my absence.  I looked at myself in 
the mirror as I reapplied my lipstick and freshened my makeup.  I looked 
different. I wasn t sure how or why, but something had changed.  I couldn t take 
time to analyze it now.  I looked at my watch. Barely 20 minutes had passed.

As I came back into the party, I saw Mr. Zane standing at the door saying 
goodnight to several guests.  The others appeared to be preparing to call it a 
night as well.  

I walked downstairs to the game room where my husband was fumbling 
around trying to put his tux jacket back on.  He barely glanced at me and nearly 
fell over struggling with his coat sleeve. I helped him look presentable and was 
straightening his bow tie as Mr. Zane approached. I think I stopped breathing as 
he shook my hand and said,  I was wondering if your husband could stay a 
while longer.  I have something I need to discuss with him for a moment.  Now 
I was sure my heart had stopped, too. Turning to my husband he said,  It s 
about the NetTech account, Greg. Would you mind? 

I could sense my husband s surprise and valiant attempt to sober up. Mr. Zane 
looked back at me and said softly  Is that ok with you Mrs. Taylor? 

 Whatever you say, Mr. Zane  I blurted. 

 Perfect answer  he grinned.

I thought I was going to fall through the floor.  I knew I was blushing deeply, 
but in his condition my drunken husband had no clue.

 Let me send off the others and I ll be right back. 

 I have to take piss  my husband announced when his boss had left the room.

 Good idea  I snapped.

A million thoughts coursed through my mind as I sat and waited. 

 The night is far from over, my dear.   His comment echoed in my head.

My husband and his boss both returned at about the same time.  Mr. Zane had a 
drink in his hand as he approached my husband who was doing his best to keep 
from passing out. He was supporting himself by leaning against the pool table.

 A special drink to celebrate the occasion  the boss smiled as he handed the 
golden drink to my husband.  That s a 30-year-old scotch.  I only use it for 
special occasions. 

 Oh yeah?  was my husband s brilliant reply as he downed half the glass.

 I think you re the man for the NetTech account. You know how much money is 
involved .

 Damn! That account s worth millions! 

 Yes. Finish your drink and we ll discuss it.  

 Yeah. Ish great  slurred my husband as he tottered to a couch.

I sat in one of the over stuffed leather chairs and watched as they talked.  
Actually, Mr. Zane talked as my husband tried to keep his eyes open. Within 
moments he slumped over as his bossed rescued the empty glass from his 
slackened hand.

Zane got up slowly and walked around the pool table so that he was facing my 
comatose husband.  We re alone now, Mrs. Taylor. Come here. 

I glanced at my husband and back at Zane. His eyes were staring holes right 
through me.  The sexual tension was thick and electrifying.

I stood slowly and walked over.  I couldn t help but notice the bulge had 
returned to his pants. I felt it as he pulled me firmly to him.  His kissed me 
deeply, his hands exploring everywhere. Suddenly he stepped back, spun me 
around bent me over the side of the pool table. With my forearms on the green 
felt, my husband was slumped directly in front of me, just a few feet away.  I 
kept my eyes on him as I felt my long dress being pulled up my legs. 

 He won t be waking up any time soon, Mrs. Taylor. Isn t it a pity? I m sure he d 
love to watch. 

Something in that statement caused waves of eroticism to sweep over me as I 
felt my gown being peeled up over my now obscenely displayed ass. He tore 
my panties down to mid thigh, pausing for a moment to take in the sight he had 
just created. The coolness of the air on my nakedness turned to heat as I sensed 
his eyes on me.

I heard his pants hit the hardwood floor.  Something hard and hot was rubbing 
over my pussy.   Do you want to be fucked Mrs. Taylor? 

 Yessss!  I hissed.

 Tell me .

I didn t hesitate. My body was seething.

 Fuck me! Fuck me now! 

His entry wasn t gentle. The thrust pinned me harder against the shining 
mahogany of the table. I think I screamed.  Instinctively my eyes flew open to 
see if there was a response from the couch. Nothing. My eyes shut again on the 
next powerful thrust. But the image of my husband just a few feet away and me 
bent over in front of him with his boss s cock buried in my cunt was painted on 
the back of my eyelids.  It was too much.  I began to cum   harder than even 
before.

With each massive stroke I felt my body and soul being further possessed by this 
powerful man.  Whatever you say, Mr. Zane  careened in my mind. 

Suddenly it all stopped. I was being stood up and spun around. The combination 
of my high heels and the twisted panties caused me to fall to my knees. His hand 
shot out to pin my head against the side of the table. Through blurry eyes I saw 
his other hand on his cock.  Stroking. Once. Twice. 

The first jet landed on my cheek. My eyes closed and my mouth dropped open, 
an action rewarded by an even stronger pulse of his cum covering my lips and 
tongue.  Then another. 

The next spurt I felt explode on my chest. I opened my eyes. His cock was 
pointed now at my heaving breasts. The next landed directly between them.  I 
was moaning uncontrollably as the hot cream ran down my open cleavage.  I 
craved his cum.  I licked my lips.  He took advantage of the opening and thrust 
his now softening cock between them.

I sucked. Licked. And sucked some more.

As his cock slithered from my mouth I slumped to the floor, exhausted. He left 
me there.

I lay there until he returned and pulled me up.  I clung to him like a rag doll. 

 When you return from the bathroom, we ll get him in your car.  I ll follow. 

My husband barely moved during the drive home. A sack dressed in black tie.

I could barely take my eyes of the lights of the Mercedes in the rearview mirror. 

Arriving at my house, he carried my still comatose husband into our bedroom 
and dropped him on the bed.  The front of my dress was still wet with Mr. 
Zane s cum and I couldn t care less.

He sat on the bed, nearly touching my husband s limp body. He stared at me for 
a moment before he casually said  Strip .

I paused for only on moment before I reached back for the long zipper.

His eyes were hot steel as he watched his employee s wife reveal what little he 
hadn t already seen. I was surprised to see my nipples fully aroused as the wispy 
bra fell.

When I was naked he walked to me and picked me up, carried me the short 
distance to the bed and sat me on the edge. 

 Lay down and spread your legs, slut 

I leaned back. My head came to rest on my husband s thigh. I didn t care now. I 
felt my legs being pushed even further apart than I had allowed them, then lifted 
and rested on powerful shoulders.

I watched him pull my pussy lips apart and lower his head. He ate me like a ripe 
peach.  I was transported to another galaxy someplace, floating above all time 
and space.  This man took me to places I never knew existed. 

I felt the bed move and a shifting of weight. He had straddled my chest.

 I wanted to fuck these tits the moment I saw them tonight. 

And he did. 

This was another totally new experience. I stared, fascinated at the sight of this 
huge, glistening meaty shaft pumping back and forth between my tits.  I pushed 
them together for him. My reward was to have his cock slide on the next thrust 
directly into my mouth. My head, propped against my husband s thigh, was at a 
perfect angle for my mouth to receive his long strokes. God! My tits and my 
mouth were being fucked at the same time with my sleeping husband in the 
same bed! 

All the time he was mouth fucking me, he kept talking to me.  He kept saying 
what a bad girl I was, how much I loved to be fucked in front of my husband. 
How much I loved cock. It all made me hotter and hotter.

Finally, he moved back down, put my long legs on his shoulders and fucked me 
senseless. This time, he buried his hot cum deep inside me, screwing his lithe hips 
around as if to drive it as deep as he could.  It was very deep.  His cock felt like 
the tip was fucking my throat from the bottom up.

When he was finished, he got up and wiped his cock on the red silk dress I had 
worn that night.  He dressed silently. As he was leaving he said,  You ll be 
hearing from me soon. If you have something planned for Tuesday night, cancel 
it .  Then he was gone.

In the morning, my husband gave no hint that he had any clue about what had 
happened in his unconscious presence. But I remembered all of it. I masturbated 
the moment he left the house.



The ticket arrived on Monday.  My husband s airline ticket to Houston to visit 
the CEO of NetTech and negotiate a deal. He d be gone for 3 days. I dropped 
him off at the airport Tuesday morning.

An elegantly wrapped package was delivered by courier moments after I got 
home.  In it was a beautifully engraved card that said  I ll see you in this at eight 
o clock tonight .

Beneath the tissue paper was a simple pleated black silk skirt.  Simple and short. 
A very delicate and sexy white silk designer blouse, French silk thigh high black 
hosiery with intricate lace at the tops and a pair of the most sheer black silk 
panties I ve ever seen. None of the items could have been purchased in any local 
stores I knew of.  And they all fit. All I needed was a pair of black heels. None I 
had would do. I never got the chance to go shopping. They arrived by special 
courier an hour later.

He arrived precisely at eight.  Dressed in a finely tailored suit and the perfect 
power tie, he carried a shiny leather briefcase, which I thought was rather odd.  
As we walked to the living room I asked him if he wanted a drink and he said 
 No just stand still. 

He proceeded to walk around me in a slow circle, just looking at me as if he was 
inspecting me and the outfit he had sent me. 

I started to tell him that I was very nervous, that I had never done anything like 
this before, but he cut me off.

 You re nervous Mrs. Taylor? One should only be nervous when one doesn t 
know what is about to happen and you KNOW what s about to happen don t 
you ?

 I m not not really sure 

 Yes you are Mrs. Taylor.  You re going to get fucked. And you re going to get 
fucked any way, any place and for as long as I want.  Isn t that right ?

 Yes  

 I m glad you understand. Now go sit down. 

As I sat on the couch I could feel the short skirt get even shorter as it rode up my 
thighs.

 Move your feet apart but keep your knees together.  Good. Now lay your head 
back and close your eyes.  Very nice.  Now slowly open your legs Mrs. Taylor. 

I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. 

 How does that make you feel? 

 Very weird 

 Yes. Your mother told you to always keep your legs together, didn t she.  And 
now you re breaking the rule.  It feels good to break sexual rules, doesn t it?  
You enjoy showing your pussy to me, don t you.  Your pussy is burning right 
now. Wider Mrs. Taylor .

He was right. I m sure I moaned a bit as I felt my legs respond to his commands.

He sat down next to me and made me crawl over his lap. I felt my skirt being 
pulled up over my ass. His hands began to squeeze and caress me. He told me 
how he enjoyed watching my ass at the party and how nice it looked bending 
over that pool table as he fucked me in front of my husband. I felt him slowly 
pull down my panties.  My hips were moving I couldn t keep them still.  I felt 
him pry my cheeks apart and stare for the longest time at my most intimate 
place. His cock was prodding my stomach underneath me. I was getting hotter 
by the second. 

Then he smacked me. Right on my naked behind.

 Only bad girls fuck their husband s boss, Mrs. Taylor.  Only bad girls show men 
their pussies under their short little skirts. You re a very bad girl aren t you? 

When I didn t answer, he spanked me again.   Answer me you little slut! You are 
a very bad girl, aren t you? 

 Yes Mr. Zane!  I m a very bad girl! 

Something about admitting that out loud had a very stirring effect on me. It was 
like he had let something inside me out of its cage.

Then he began to spank me in earnest, never ceasing to tell me how bad I 
was how slutty. I was trying desperately to rub my pussy on his cock. I came in 
no time.

 Show me how a bad girl sucks cock Mrs. Taylor.  

I did.  I got down on my knees between his legs and sucked his gorgeous cock. 

Eagerly.

His cock was magnificent the way it arched up and away from his body.  It 
demanded attention and giving in to its demands made me feel more feminine 
and sexy than I ever had before.  I hungered for it.  I felt like I would do 
anything for it and I could sense that he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Then he took me in the bedroom and made me get on the bed on all fours.  He 
fucked my dripping pussy from behind like an animal. His cock felt even bigger 
than I had remembered.

Then I felt his cock slide out and press against my obscenely displayed asshole.

 That s right Mrs. Taylor.  I ve wanted to fuck your ass since the first moment I 
saw you and now I m going to do it.

I started cumming again the moment the head of his fiery cock popped into my 
sphincter.  The fact that he asked  How do you like getting fucked in the ass by 
your husband s boss Mrs. Taylor?  contributed as well. The further his long, 
thick cock snaked its way into my ass, the more my sense of his complete 
domination of me intensified. 

By the time he left, he had fucked me every way I could imagine. Little did I 
know that I would find soon find out what I could imagine and what HE could 
imagine were two very different things.

As he left he said I would be hearing from him again.  A shudder went through 
me.  A shudder of excitement and, maybe, fear.  What was next? Had I known, I 
would have been even more afraid.  As it was I was left to wonder what had 
come over me. What about me had changed to the point I would let a man do 
the things he did to me?  An hour later I was laying in bed masturbating, 
replaying all the events that had transpired. What was happening to me??

I noted later that even though he took his briefcase with him every time we 
moved, he never opened it.  Peculiar.

The letter came the next week, the day after my husband informed me that he 
was being sent out of town again for the weekend to meet with clients. He 
wouldn t be home until Sunday night.  The elegantly engraved letter instructed 
me to be at Mr. Zane s house Saturday night at nine o clock sharp. It said to park 
in the garage, go directly to a certain room and follow the instructions I found 
there.  At first I told myself I wouldn t go. The second thing I told myself was 
 Stop kidding yourself .

Of course, I arrived right on time and went directly to the room.  There I found a 
beautifully wrapped box with another envelope on top. I was to put on the 
contents of the box and wait for Mr. Zane.

I eagerly unwrapped the  present . What it contained shocked and scared 
me and excited me all at the same time.  It was made out of shiny black vinyl 
and looked like a  catsuit    a one-piece garment where the bottom was pants 
down to my ankles and the top had long sleeves and covered everything from 
my waist to my neck. Well, almost everything. The top had two strategic cutouts 
which left my breasts bare and sticking out obscenely.  

The pants had no back, only an oval hole, which left most of my ass exposed 
from the top of my cheeks down to my pussy. There was also no crotch. The 
material was stretchy as well, which was good because every inch of it was skin 
tight which made my tits and ass look even that more pronounced. 

There was also a headpiece, which covered everything from the neck up, except 
more cutouts for my mouth, nose and eyes.  Matching knee high boots with 
spike heels completed the ensemble. A look in the mirror made me gasp.  I was 
totally unrecognizable, even to myself. 

I didn t have much time to admire the new me. The door opened and there 
stood Mr. Zane.  He smiled the moment he saw me as his eyes scanned every 
inch of me.  I could feel my exposed nipples harden under his gaze. He told me 
not to move and then spent several minutes telling me how incredible I looked 
and running his hands over me as I stood perfectly still. I had been in a constant 
state of wetness since I had gotten the letter. His words and touches made me 
want to cum right then! He sensed my desire and stopped just at the moment 
my passion was about to release. 

He stepped back and told me to close my eyes. Moments later I felt him place a 
blindfold over my eyes, then he proceeded to handcuff my wrists in front of me 
with what felt like leather cuffs and put something around each ankle. Then I felt 
an object that felt like a small plastic penis pushed into my mouth and straps of 
some sort secured behind my vinyl covered head. He told me he had a very sexy 
surprise for me and to come with him.

I heard a door open from a side of the room that seemed to have no door. He 
took my arm led me through it and I sensed I was in another room. He was 
talking to me but my mind was spinning with questions and trying to figure out 
what was happening. I could tell the room was large with many hard surfaces 
because of the echoes different noises made.

The leather cuffs were being attached to something else that felt like a metal bar 
and then he made me move my feet apart and I felt and heard what sounded 
like metal clasps being attached to the cuffs around each ankle. I wanted to 
speak, cry out, scream or something, but the gag prevented any sounds.  I heard a 
clanking, motorized sound and my arms were being pulled up by the metal bar 
attached to my cuffs. I tried to move my feet but they were secured. Another 
whirring sound and I was being pulled forward. I was going to fall! But instead, I 
felt my hips contact a cool rounded padded leather surface. As the metallic 
whirring continued I felt myself being forced to bend over the leather pad. My 
arms ached as they were pulled up and forward until my torso was bent over 
the leather thing at a ninety-degree angle. 

He was telling me how I had never looked more beautiful and desirable and 
how much I was going to enjoy his surprise. He laughed and told me not to  go 
away  and he would be right back with my surprise.

I imagined what I must look like in the tight black plastic suit with my naked ass 
and pussy thrust out, legs spread wide and my bare breasts hanging freely down 
from the holes in the top part. Other than my nose, my face and head were 
completely covered.

I had never felt more vulnerable and helpless.  

I heard another door open. Footsteps. Then Zane spoke.  Well..what do you 
think? 

 She s even more gorgeous than you described, Mr. Zane!  What a surprise! 

The second voice was instantly familiar. It was my husband!

 I told you I treat my best employees well, Greg. She s all yours .

 Damn! I don t know where to start !

 Why don t you try a little taste? Her pussy is delectable .

 Mmm. Good idea .

I felt hands on my utterly exposed ass. I wanted to scream, run away and vomit. 
I was being squeezed, groped and rubbed.  Did he know it was his wife beneath 
the skin-tight outfit? I tried to avoid the groping, but I could barely move.

 Yeah she s as hot as you said Mr. Zane. Look at her moving her ass.  She loves 
it! 

I felt my pussy lips being pulled apart.  Then I felt his tongue. 

 Ahhh .this is some sweet cunt.  Where did you find this hot little slut? Does 
she charge a lot? She sure looks expensive.  You re an amazing man Mr. Zane .

So.  He didn t know it was me. He thought I was a hired whore. The bastard.

 You know me, Greg.  Only the best. And she is the very best .

Somehow, an irrational wave of pride swept through me.  He said I was the best. 
The very best. That dark side of my persona took over and my revulsion began 
to wane, replaced by that same insane desire to please him   no matter what.

My reverie was short lived as I felt something hot and hard being rubbed over 
my defenseless womanhood. I heard my husband groan as his cock sank into 
me.  

 This is for sure the best pussy I ve ever had, Mr. Zane. Damn she s hot! Tight, 
too. 

 Is that right, Greg?  I always thought your wife was extremely attractive.  You 
like this pussy better than hers?  

 Uh! Uh!  he grunted as he pumped away.   She s ok.  Nothing like this hot little 
piece, though. No..UH! way! 

I could feel Zane smiling.  Extremely attractive  he said. 

 I bet she sucks a mean cock, too. Doesn t she  my jerk of a husband queried. 

 Let s find out .

I felt hands at the back of my head begin to loosen the strap that held my gag, 
then Zane whispered close to my ear.   It would be wise to be silent, my dear. 

As soon as the plastic penis slipped out, his very real one replaced it.  I don t 
know if it was just the thrill of his cock in my mouth, or the fact that I was being 
fucked by two hard cocks simultaneously for the first time in my life, or that fact 
that I was sucking my husband s boss s cock under my husband s ignorant nose 
or all the above, but a wave of lust came over me like I d never felt before. I 
began to tremble and shake.

 Damn! She s about to squeeze my cock off!  by husband exclaimed.

 Yes, Greg. She s coming 

 Whoo-wee! Me too! Fuck!  shrieked my fool of a husband.

I felt my husband s cock explode inside me and I must admit, it felt good.  In the 
state I was in at the time, I believe any cock would have felt good because I knew 
it s what Mr. Zane wanted and I wanted to please him. I needed to please him.

I felt the limp cock dribble from my pussy.  Mr. Zane, having more control than 
my husband (in many ways!) was still rigid in my mouth, but he soon withdrew. 
I almost said something, but caught myself at the last moment.

Greg was babbling something about how great this all was as I sensed Mr. Zane 
walking around behind me. I wondered at the time if my husband was feeling 
jealous about his boss s much larger cock when Zane spoke.

 Greg..come over here for a sec. Take your fingers a pull apart her gorgeous 
cheeks for me .

 Well, uh, sure Mr. Zane .  I felt my ass being pulled open, even further 
exposing my most intimate place.

 A bit more my boy that s good .

 Are you gonna do what I think you re gonna do?  Greg asked with almost a 
comical excitement in his voice.

 Yes dear boy I m going to fuck your um, her very sexy tight ass .

He almost said  Your WIFE S very sexy tight ass !

Even though he almost gave it away, he had maneuvered his unsuspecting 
employee into prying his very own wife s ass open so that he could fuck it!  He 
took his time, first rubbing his drooling shaft over my naked cheeks, then up 
and down between them, slowly.  Then, he smacked them with an open palm.

 Jesus!   Greg exclaimed.

 Yes she loves to be spanked, Greg.  I felt another blow.

 Have you ever spanked your wife Greg? 

 Well um no not really I uh.. 

 Then I imagine you ve never done THIS either! 

With the word  THIS  he shoved the massive head of his cock just inside my 
now stretched anus.  Greg never answered. I could imagine him staring as he 
watched that meaty cock begin to worm its way slowly into my wantonly 
displayed ass.  Zane brushed Greg s prying fingers aside as he gripped my 
assflesh, squeezing, pinching, slapping as he pushed deeper and deeper into my 
tender hole.

 What an absolutely exquisite ass she has, Greg.  This is one ass that was made to 
be fucked.  I said that to myself the first time I saw it, you know.  I was 
determined to possess it and now I do.  And you have the extreme pleasure of 
watching me TAKE it!

With the word  TAKE  he drove his cock home to he hilt. I felt as if it was about 
to reach my throat. His lecherous words and the extreme penetration of his cock 
caused me to start cumming all over again. I had to bite my lip to keep from 
making a sound.

It was more than Zane could handle, too as his balls expanded and spewed deep 
inside me, again and again.  While still pumping his hot cream, he began to fuck 
me hard furiously until the last spasm forced him to plunge fully into me one 
final time.

 Damn Mr. Z, that was one awesome assfuck ! Greg managed as I felt the semi-
rigid member withdraw from my plundered backside.

 She has one awesome ass to fuck.  was the reply.  

Amazing how I felt a strong since of pride in his praise, even though the average 
person could argue that I had just been brutally raped and sodomized.  Amazing 
also, how I found the irony of my husband s complicity in it to be so erotic.  My 
husband, without knowing it, had just helped another man fuck his wife s ass, 
right in front of him   and then praised him for the effort!

 From the look of your cock, Greg, it looks like you enjoyed watching it as much 
as she did receiving it .

 Well, it was pretty hot .

 I think you need to have that taken care of, don t you? Yes. I have an idea .

I heard that whirring sound again and felt myself being pulled back upright.  As 
he released all my bonds (except for the blindfold), the executive said  Have you 
ever been restrained, Greg? No? Let s try something. Come here .

In a matter of moments I heard a lot of nervous banter from Greg and metallic 
clanking sounds. My blindfold was taken off. What greeted my sight was my 
husband with his wrists bound together and held high over his head by a long 
metal bar and his ankles latched to the ground like mine had been only moments 
ago. He was also blinded by a black leather mask that covered his whole head 
except for a triangular cutout for his nose.

Then I saw Zane with a finger in front of his lips signaling  Shhhh. Quiet. 

I nodded and smiled, somewhat evilly as I recall.

"How does it feel to be totally helpless, Greg? Depriving you of sight and 
movement will enhance your other senses, especially the sense of feel.  You're 
going to enjoy this next experience immensely".

Turning to me he said, "My darling, I want you to suck this dear boy's cock like 
he's never had it sucked before.  Can you do that for me?"

I just smiled and got down on my knees.  To my surprise, Zane began telling me 
exactly what to do. For the next fifteen minutes or so, he directed my every 
action, watching closely and deriving much pleasure from the control he had 
over us both. At the end, he even told me to reach underneath and finger my 
husband s ass.  The result was another torrent of cum from my husband s cock 
which Mr. Zane especially enjoyed watching me consume.

Just as the last spasm released in my mouth, I heard the whirring sound again.  
Small electric motors hidden in the ceiling were causing the restraining apparatus 
to move.  My Zane replaced the leather horse-like rail that I had previously been 
bent over.  As the bar slowly moved, it forced my husband to bend over it.

It's all I could do to keep from laughing as Greg protested and whined.  He was 
afraid Mr. Zane was going to fuck him!

"Oh no, my dear Greg.  I'm not going to fuck you SHE is!"

With that startling revelation, he turned and took a long black strap-on dildo out 
of a hidden cabinet and proceeded to fix it to me so that I soon sported a ten-inch 
black erection!

Greg was still muttering, so his boss took the same penis shaped gag and put it 
in his mouth!

Finally, he poured some liquid on the dildo and nodded toward my bent over 
husband.  My first instinct was to drive the thing into his ass as hard and fast as I 
could, but I decided to make him suffer this indignation a little longer.

"When you take pleasure, you should give in return.  I think she's earned this, 
don't you Greg?"

He, of course, could not answer.

I can't tell you the thrill it gave me to watch that big black cock slowly sink into 
my husband's ass! Especially since I was the one controlling it.  Zane did make 
some brief suggestions, but left me mostly on my own. One big surprise I hadn't 
expected was that my new appendage had some sort of device that massaged 
my clit as I moved the dildo.  The harder I fucked, the harder it massaged me!

In a few short minutes I was cumming like a freight train! Just as the waves of 
pleasure began to wane, I felt Zane drive his cock into my pussy from behind 
me.  He also had to cover my mouth as I was starting to make some very loud 
noises.  Not that Greg would have recognized them - he'd certainly never heard 
anything like that from ME before!

Finally, it was over.  Zane's cock slid out of me and mine (!) slid out of Greg.  I 
had never felt so exhilarated. Zane pointed to the floor underneath the bar over 
which Greg was bending.  There was a  small puddle of white fluid where none 
had been before.  It seems Greg had enjoyed having his ass fucked! 

I was taken back through the hidden door where I freshened up and left Zane's 
house in a matter of minutes.

Well. This document is getting rather long.  Longer than I thought, so I guess I d 
better stop here. In truth though, the story is far from over. There s a lot more to 
tell.  I guess if you found my experiences interesting so far and you want to hear 
more, please let me know.  I have enjoyed reliving them once again and actually 
putting them down on paper. 


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