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The English Are Put In Their Place
By vulgus

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Story codes: IR, Exhib, cons, MMMMMF, MMF, FF

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I did a terrible thing yesterday. Something I knew that I would
never do. It was something that I had never even been tempted to
do before. I cheated on my husband. As horrible as that is, that
is only half of the problem. The other half of the problem is
that I don't feel guilty. Well, maybe a little. But not so guilty
that I won't do it again. Because it was so exciting! It was the
best sex that I have ever had! Actually, I guess there are three
halves to the problem. I guess I should explain.

My name is Paula English. I am twenty-eight years old. I have
been married to Jarrod for six years. I am 5'2" and weigh 102
pounds. I have dark red hair and a figure that turns men's heads,
though my breasts aren't huge. My bra is a B cup but I am very
slender so my very perky breasts look larger. I work out for an
hour after work every night in the company gym and I am in very
good shape.

Jarrod and I met not long after I started work after college. We
worked for the same firm. He started work a year before me. He is
a year older and he graduated a year before I did. Jarrod is the
perfect husband. He is 6'1" and weighs 170 pounds. He has dark
blonde, almost brown hair. He is in good shape. He has a
swimmer's body. He isn't muscular but he is very fit. He is kind
and gentle and considerate and he never forgets an anniversary.

We started dating not long after I started working at Anderson
and Sons. We kept it quiet. The company has a strict non
fraternization policy. But we had been attracted to each other
immediately and we really didn't care what the policy was. 

It might have gotten to be a problem as things progressed between
us. But not long after we started dating, Jarrod got an offer
from another firm that nearly doubled his salary and the benefits
were outstanding. He liked working at Anderson's. But it solved
all of our problems when he took the new job. 

We would no longer be able to ride back and forth to work
together. But since he now had a company car and a company gas
credit card it wasn't that big a deal. Besides, we were both
making pretty good money now. I was only making half of what
Jarrod was. But it was still a damn good salary, especially for
someone just out of school.

As the years passed we both worked our way up the ladder at our
respective firms. Jarrod was on the fast track though and in five
years he was in upper management and on the verge of becoming a
vice president. He was making so much money that I didn't need to
work. We had talked about it though and I enjoyed my job. Maybe
later, if and when kids came along, maybe then I would stay home.
But not now, not yet.

Jarrod and I were still very much in love. We still went out
fairly regularly. We ate dinner together as often as possible.
But his company was occupying more and more of his time as he
played the game to get ahead.

He often had to work until late in the evening. He played golf
nearly every Saturday, whether he wanted to or not. And at least
once a month there was a poker game that he didn't dare miss. In
other words, I was spending a hell of a lot of my evenings home
alone.

I didn't blame my husband. I understood perfectly. It was the
price we paid for living in a huge home on the lake that was now
worth in excess of a million dollars and driving a luxury car and
having a boathouse full of very expensive marine toys. Jarrod's
salary was rapidly approaching one million a year with the perks.
I understood that he had to play along to get ahead. 

I was still lonely though. And, not to be too crude, I frequently
went to bed horny. That led to more and more frequent
masturbation and you can't have masturbation without fantasies. I
suppose that those fantasies are partly to blame for what
happened.

It started on the internet. Like most people now, I have a list
of people that I keep in touch with through email. But now that I
was spending so much time alone I found myself spending much more
time on the internet. 

I wasn't into chatting or what they call netsex. Unlike many
women though, I am very susceptible to visual stimulation. Before
I would masturbate I would go to a few sites that I found and
look at pictures of naked men. I loved looking at those big,
virile, well hung, gorgeous hunks. Then I would go to my room and
get out my vibrator and start having fantasies and get myself
off. 

My routine began to change though. One day I brought my vibrator
with me and masturbated while looking at the pictures and
imagining...well, you know what I was imagining.

Then one day, I had already had several very nice orgasms and I
was just relaxing, still in front of the computer. I scrolled
down to the end of the page and did something that I seldom do. I
clicked on a link to another site that sounded interesting.

This new site was different. It wasn't just pictures. There were
stories. You may find this hard to believe, but I had never read
stories like these before. I knew of their existence of course.
But they had just never interested me. But since I was here, and
I was bored, well, what the hell! 

I clicked on a story and skimmed over it. I wasn't impressed. It
was puerile and although it was about a kind of immature sex it
was not in the least erotic. Worse yet, it was full of
typographical errors and misspellings which made it nearly
impossible to read. 

I tried another and it was only slightly better. The third story
I opened was just plain disgusting and I was going to give up and
go to bed. But then a title caught my eye and I thought, "Okay,
just one more."

The story started out slowly, but I was impressed with the setup
and the character development. This guy was no Hemmingway but his
story was definitely a cut above the previous stories I had
looked at. I soon found myself reading just because I was curious
about the characters. Before I knew it I had been sucked into the
story and even though it was very long, I couldn't stop reading!
The story was seventy or eighty pages long but it was like a book
you can't put down. 

It wasn't just a good story. It was extremely erotic. It was
about things that I had never considered erotic before. But as I
read I found myself imagining myself in the position of the woman
in the story and I spent the next two hours reading as quickly as
my eyes could scan the page with my vibrator back between my
thighs. This guy was good! I think I had a new favorite author.

The story was about a nave young woman who was blackmailed by a
biker. He had found some incriminating pictures and chat logs
that he had access to because he worked for her internet service
provider. He did terrible things to that poor woman. He
humiliated her and degraded her and shared her with friends and
strangers alike. It was awful! And as I read it I had one huge
orgasm after another imagining that I was that poor young woman.

By the time I finished the story it was after midnight and I was
exhausted. I did something then that I had never done before. I
emailed a stranger. 

The author of the story had posted his email address and invited
comments from readers. On the spur of the moment I emailed him
and told him how much I had enjoyed his story and thanked him for
all of the effort that he had put into it.

After I sent the email I put my computer to sleep and went to
bed. Jarrod didn't get home from his Saturday night poker game
until after I was asleep.

On Sunday I made breakfast and then Jarrod went to his study to
do something or other. We no longer had chores around the house.
We had a woman that came in and cleaned and did the laundry. We
had a couple of men that did the yard work and another man that
cleaned the pool. 

After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes I went and checked my
email. I was surprised to find a reply from the author whose
story I had so enjoyed last night. I almost didn't open it. I
expected that he was some dirty old man and he wanted me to chat
with him or send him a nude picture or something. But I was
curious so I opened it.

It was a very short, very polite response to my email. He thanked
me for taking the time to write and he directed me to the site
where his stories were archived in case I wanted to read any more
of them.

I most certainly wanted to read more of them! That man was
responsible for one of the most sexually satisfying evenings of
my life! 

I clicked on the link in his email and I was surprised to find
more than a hundred stories, all by the same author! Pay dirt!
Many of the stories were duplicates. He had edited and reposted
some of his stories. Even discounting the duplicates there were
about sixty stories.

There were stories about all sorts of things, some of them pretty
nasty. I looked through the story codes and picked out one of the
milder ones and opened it. I saved the story. I book marked the
site and closed my browser. Then I tried to decide if I wanted to
read this while my husband was home. If this story was anything
like the one I had read last night I would want to read it with
my vibrator running.

I thought that maybe I would just read a page or two and see if
it was as interesting as the first one that I had read. But just
then Jarrod called me on the intercom and said that he was going
next door for a while. 

As if he wasn't already gone from my life often enough, he often
spent much of Sunday afternoon either next door watching sports
with our neighbor or down in our home theater room, again, with
the neighbor watching sports. But for a change I was anxious for
him to leave. 

I got up and pushed the intercom button and told him to have fun.
Then I got out my vibrator, pulled off my shorts and sat down. I
was quickly sucked into the story. Once more it started slow with
excellent character development and just the right amount of plot
development. By page five I was hooked.

This new story was about a man who bought a house out of
bankruptcy that had been owned by a young couple who had both
lost their jobs when the place they worked closed up. When he
went to inspect his property he found them hiding in the house.
He offered them a chance to get their lives back on track. In
exchange the couple would both become his sex slaves. 

The sex was very good in this story. But it was the character
development that made it work. I found myself really caring what
happened to these people! And once more the situations and the
way the author described the emotions and the reactions of the
couple to the nasty things that he made them do were incredibly
erotic. They weren't always realistic. In fact, they were often
very implausible. But he just seemed to make it work.

I was hooked now. Soon I was spending every free moment on the
computer. I spent a few minutes checking my email and an hour or
two reading those stories and going through batteries in my
vibrator like you wouldn't believe.

I had gone back and downloaded all of the stories he had posted
and I kept them in their own file. 

It took me almost two months to vibrate my way through those
stories. I saved the most depraved stories for last. But I even
had to read those. I couldn't help it. I had to have more of his
stories. 

I kept checking back on the site and I noticed that he was adding
a new story about once a week. I was relieved that he was adding
new stories. But one story a week was not going to be enough!

I had read about things that I could never even have contemplated
before I discovered those stories. I read and was turned on by
stories of rape, gang rape, bondage, blackmail, interracial sex,
even incest! And I'm an only child! 

There were parts I didn't care for. I had to skim over things
like sex with animals and women being peed on. But I read and was
turned on by nearly everything else, even the things that shocked
me.

I was actually depressed when I finally reached the end of the
archive. I started back at the beginning again and started
re-reading some of my favorites. But I checked back nearly every
day to see if he had posted a new story.

It was at that needy point in my life when someone new started
working in my office. He wasn't new with the company. He had been
brought up from one of the satellite offices. I was going to be
working closely with him so when he showed up one Monday morning
I was given the task of orienting him and introducing him
around.

His name was Blakely Thornton but he wanted to be called Blake.
He had a very slight accent. He had been born in England and
lived the first ten years of his life there. He had just enough
of an accent left to be fun to listen to. He was handsome and
extremely intelligent. He was tall and when he took his suit coat
off it was obvious that he worked out. Wow!

He had a beautiful smile. He was reserved, but still quite
personable. People took to him instantly, including me. Oh, and
he was black. 

As I escorted him around and introduced him the women were going
crazy over him. When he met them he was always polite, but
nothing more. And when we got back to our office he was all
business. He wasn't rude or unfriendly you understand. But he
didn't flirt or kid around. He was there to do a job and he
didn't seem to be interested in the ladies at all. 

I checked. He wasn't wearing a ring. But he didn't talk about
himself much. I didn't know if he was married or not. 

We got along just great. I really enjoyed working with him. The
day passed so quickly that I was surprised when I heard people
starting to go home for the evening. I found out that he was
living in a hotel and eating in restaurants, and that he was
single. I insisted that he come home and have dinner with Jarrod
and me.

He was reluctant to impose but I wouldn't take no for an answer
and he gave in and followed me home.

On the way home I called my husband and he promised to be home on
time since I was having company. When we got to the house I found
a pair of trunks for Blake and changed into my bikini, with a
wrap of course. I made us both a drink and started supper. Once I
had supper cooking we sat out by the pool and talked, taking the
opportunity to get better acquainted. 

Just before Jarrod got home, Blake asked if he could check his
email on our computer. He was waiting for word from his realtor
on a condo he looked at this past weekend. Jarrod is very touchy
about anyone using his computer so without thinking I directed
Blake to mine. 

It was not until I saw the funny look on his face when he
returned to the table that I suddenly realized that I had two
stories by my favorite author open and minimized on my computer.


Oh Christ! He must have seen what I was reading! I hurriedly rose
to get us fresh drinks. While I was doing that I snuck upstairs
and looked at my computer. One of the stories, a story about a
young woman about my age being raped and abused by black men, was
open. I know that I had minimized it when I was done masturbating
to it last night.

I went back and picked up the drinks. I took a deep breath and
went out to rejoin Blake. It was still a half hour before my
husband was due home and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable with
my dinner guest. I knew that he had just gotten a glimpse into
one of the darker areas of my mind.

He never said a word though. He had a vaguely knowing look in his
eye but he steered the conversation to work, and innocent
questions about my life and my husband. I tried to act as if I
didn't know that he had looked at the story and had a special
insight into my fantasies. 

I relaxed a little when Jarrod got home and joined us. They got
along great and while they talked I was free to finish getting
supper ready. I began to notice something funny when I listened
in on their conversations though. Although the two men were
approximately the same age, Blake was talking to Jarrod as though
he was a much younger and less experienced man, as if he were
somehow subservient to him. He wasn't being rude or anything. And
it didn't look like Jarrod even realized that he was doing it.
But it was obvious to me that Blake was acting like the alpha
male and it was not a conversation between two equals. Or maybe
my interpretation was skewed by my fears of what Blake must think
of me now.

After dinner and a bottle of wine we all seemed to loosen up a
little. We went for a swim and I found myself torn between
wishing that I had worn a more modest swim suit and enjoying the
way that Blake was looking at me. We stood together in about
three feet of water and talked quietly while Jarrod went inside
to check his email. I was aware of how much attention that Blake
was paying to my body now. I was nearly as fascinated by his
strong, muscular body. 

As we stood against the side of the pool the conversation was
becoming more personal and every now and then Blake would touch
me as we talked. Not anything I could object to. His hand would
rest on mine. Or his fingers would lightly touch my shoulder.
Once he held a curl of my red hair in his fingers and admired it.
It was all very innocent, but I found myself tingling at his
touch.

Jarrod had apparently gotten caught up in something in his study
and we were left alone for a long time. Our conversation
continued innocently for much of that time. Right up until Blake
said, "I find your choice of reading material fascinating. I was
really surprised when I saw that story that you were reading. I
would have thought that you were much too uptight for that sort
of thing."

I blushed until my skin was as red as my hair! I tried
desperately to think of something that I could say to make it
seem more innocent, or better yet make it so that it had never
happened.

Finally I could only shrug and say, "They are just fantasies that
get me through the long evenings at home alone. I actually am
much too uptight for that sort of thing."

He just smiled and replied, "Really?"

His hand touched my shoulder again and this time he let it rest
there. 

I shuddered at his touch, but for some reason I said nothing as
he rested his hand on my suddenly very sensitive skin.

As we continued talking, his hand moved gently over my neck and
shoulders and down my back. He never put it anywhere that was
inappropriate. It was never quite a caress. But even so, I felt
the warmth of his hand moving right through me. It was nearly as
exciting as if he had placed it on my ass or reached under the
water and cupped my vulva possessively.

I think that he knew it too. He was no longer talking to me the
way that he had been. He was no longer the new man at the office,
unsure and eager to learn. Now he was slipping into the alpha
male role with me too. It was subtle, but we were both aware of
it. And we were both aware that for some reason I was letting it
happen.

We had been standing there talking quietly for quite a while. His
hand had come to rest on the small of my back, just above the
curve of my ass. I was tingling all over from his touch. I even
felt my nipples becoming erect. I was thankful for the liner in
my bra. Even with the liner though, I am pretty sure that he
could tell that my nipples were now standing straight up.

Then the hammer dropped. He asked, "Have you ever had sex with a
black man?"

I was shocked that he would ask. Even if he had seen what I was
reading his question was still way out of bounds. But not only
did I not tell him off, which is what I should have done. I
actually answered him!

I replied, "No, Blake. I...no."

I was furious with myself for letting him talk about these things
this way. But I found that I was powerless to defend myself. I
seemed to be totally unable to speak up to him.

Just then the patio door opened and Jarrod came back out. I took
a deep breath and thought, "Thank god!" I was certain that with
my husband here Blake would behave himself.

Blake smiled as Jarrod came over and set two more drinks down on
the side of the pool for us. He apologized for being away so
long. He had an email from his boss that he had to take care of.
Then he went over to the table and sat down and sipped his drink
and watched us.

Blake never took his hand off of the small of my back! He sucked
me back into that intimate conversation with my husband sitting
nearby, just out of hearing, but watching quietly. 

I kept expecting Blake to come to his senses and remove his hand
or Jarrod to say something, anything to break us up. Instead,
Blake quietly said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement,
"It turns you on though. The idea of being taken by a black man
and being treated like the woman in those stories really excites
you."

His hand slipped down and cupped my ass then, just for a few
seconds. He squeezed it gently and then slowly returned his hand
to the small of my back. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jarrod watching. It was
dark. But our pool was brightly lit and he had to have seen
Blake's dark hand against my skin as it slid down slowly and then
back up to come to rest once more on the small of my back. 

I didn't know if I was more shocked with Blake's actions or
Jarrod's inaction!

Blake didn't wait for me to answer. He said, "I checked the
directory that you keep that story in. You have a lot of those
stories. You have all of those fantasies whirling around in your
pretty little head." 

He paused for a second and then he asked, "I wonder what your
husband would think about you getting fucked by a black man?"

I gasped in shock at what he had just said and the way that he
had said it. But even so, a tremor of excitement had passed
through my body like a bolt of lightning. 

Following closely on that shock, Blake's hand once more slid down
to rest on my ass. This time he left it there. I turned to look
at Jarrod, sitting there watching and smiling innocently. He must
surely see where Blake's hand is! What was wrong with him?! 

What was wrong with me?! Why was I permitting this man I had just
met to say these things to me? Why was I permitting this man to
rest his hand on my ass? I may enjoy those kinky stories I have
been reading, but I had no desire to experience those things!

I look a big sip of my drink, which I noticed Jarrod had made
stronger than usual, and I turned to Blake and said, "Blake, you
have to stop this. Please take your hand away."

I sounded weak and ineffectual even to me. Blake ignored me and I
made no attempt to remove his hand or step away from him.

I found that I was getting short of breath and my skin was
tingling. I was having trouble thinking straight.

After pausing long enough to make it clear that he was in charge
here, not me, Blake took his hand away and smiled at me. He said,
quite calm and totally in control, "It is getting late. I should
be heading back to my hotel now. Thank you for a wonderful dinner
Paula. I'm going in and change now."

He walked out of the pool and as he stepped out onto the deck I
saw that he had a huge bulge in the front of his trunks. As he
passed by I saw Jarrod notice it too. But Jarrod's expression
never changed. 

I remained where I was for several minutes. I was shocked. I was
confused. And I was furious with myself because I realized that I
was incredibly horny. 

I picked up my glass and Blake's still full glass and got out of
the pool. I joined Jarrod at the patio table. Neither of us said
a word for a long time.

Blake came out fully dressed a few minutes later. He shook
Jarrod's hand and said goodnight. He thanked me again for the
meal. Then he thanked Jarrod for his generous offer and he left.

Jarrod walked him out. I was too dumbstruck to move.

When Jarrod finally returned I asked, "What generous offer did he
thank you for?"

Jarrod smiled and said, "I offered him the use of our
mother-in-law suite until he found a place to live."

I stared at him in shock. I almost asked him why he hadn't said
anything when Blake had rested his hand on my ass. The only
reason that I didn't was that I would have had to explain why I
had permitted it. Still, I was unable to think of anything else.
The feel of Blake's hand on my ass was still fresh in my mind. It
had been very exciting. But what on earth had possessed Jarrod to
sit there and smile while he watched that large, self assured
black man touch my ass?!

I wanted desperately to ask. But until I could explain why I had
stood there and submitted to him there was nothing that I could
say.

Oh my god! I just realized what I had done! I had submitted just
like one of those women in those stories! I wonder how far I
would have let him go. I wonder how far Jarrod would have let him
go.

We went up to our room and as soon as we got in bed Jarrod was
all over me. He attacked me with more ardor than he had shown
since our honeymoon. I realized that I was just as aroused as he
obviously was. And I knew why. I guess this answered my earlier
questions. Jarrod had permitted Blake to touch me because it
aroused him!

That raised a thousand more questions. I was obviously the only
one with the questions. Soon after our unusually passionate
lovemaking ended I returned to from cleaning up to find Jarrod
sound asleep.

I should have said something then. I should have shaken him and
woke him up. I knew that I wouldn't be able to ask any of these
embarrassing questions in the light of day.

On the other hand, I didn't see how I could just forget about
what had happened tonight. Some things were self evident. I had
been turned on by a dominant black man this evening, a man that I
had just met and hardly knew. 

But just as amazing, my husband had watched Blake touch me and
there was no question that it had really turned him on. When he
had invited Blake to live with us, did he have an ulterior
motive? How far did he want this to go?

I doubt if I got more than three or four hours sleep that night.
But I did sleep. I know I slept because the dreams I experienced
that night could have been written by my new favorite author.

In the morning I tried to behave as if nothing unusual had
happened last night. So did Jarrod. But all of those unanswered
questions hung in the air. There was definitely an elephant in
the room. 

I was dying to ask him about last night. But I didn't even know
what to ask!

I finally gave up and went upstairs to finish getting ready for
work. When I came back down Jarrod was getting ready to leave. He
took me in his arms, kissed me. It was the most passionate
goodbye kiss we had shared in a long time. He held me in his arms
then and said in a voice that, unlike his normal dispassionate
goodbye was so sincere, "I love you. See you tonight."

I stared at him as he walked away. I was so confused that I was
unable to speak.

After Jarrod left I made sure the coffee pot was turned off. I
gathered my purse and briefcase and went out to the garage. All
the way to work I wondered what it would be like between Blake
and me today at the office. We hadn't done anything. He had
rested his hand on my ass. I had permitted it. My husband had
permitted it. But that was all. 

That was all except that he had checked out my reading material
and he had been given an open window into my mind. But was that
my mind? I mean, were those my fantasies? Or could it be just as
simple as I was merely enjoying some dirty stories I had come
across? I couldn't possibly want to experience those things! Just
as important, did Jarrod actually want to see me being dominated,
being used by a black man? I had never had any indication that he
had fantasies like that.

So as I pulled into the parking lot at work my head was still
spinning with questions.

I was nervous about seeing Blake. But when I got to my office he
was already there. He looked up and smiled like nothing had
happened last night and said good morning. We went right to work
and as we sat at my desk going over files and sipping coffee I
started to think that last night had been an aberration.
Something that happened because of a little too much alcohol and
my carelessness in letting him discover that story on my
computer.

We were on our second cup of coffee when his hand moved behind me
as he moved his chair closer. I stopped breathing when his hand
came to rest on my shoulders, just below my neck. 

He never even looked at me though. He continued to look at the
file we were going over and talk as if his hand was not gently
rubbing my shoulders.

I felt my nipples harden instantly and my breathing became
shallow. I knew that I should put a stop to this, especially here
in the office. But I didn't say a word and I don't even know why.
Maybe because it was so exciting.

The file was quickly forgotten. Our office door was closed and
there was very little likelihood that we would be disturbed. He
didn't know that though. He didn't seem to care either.

His hand gradually worked down my back again, much quicker than
it had last night. When his fingertips rested on the cheeks of my
ass and he was gently massaging them he leaned closer and said,
"Tell me about those stories you read."

Oh god! What could I say? What did he want me to say?

I paused for a long time, trying to marshal my thoughts. I paused
long enough that he brought his hand around and rested it on my
upper thigh and squeezed hard.

I gasped and he repeated in a much firmer voice, "Tell me about
those stories."

In a breathless voice, almost a whisper, I asked, "Tell you what?
What do you want to know?"

He loosened his grip on my thigh and said, "What was the first
story that you read? Tell me about it."

Oh god! Could I really do this?! Could I have this conversation
with this strong, virile man who now seemed to be totally in
control? But then, could I not?

I knew though, that the minute I started telling him about that
story I was submitting to him. The flirting, what little of it
there had been, would be over. He would know as soon as I spoke
that he had me.

Was that what I wanted? Was that what Jarrod wanted?

I felt his fingers moving on my leg, gently moving up and down my
thigh, getting closer to my supersensitive crotch with each
movement. I looked down at his large, black hand caressing my leg
and I knew that it was wrong. And I knew that I wanted it. I
wanted him to touch me everywhere.

He took his hand away and said, "Before you start, lift your
dress up. I want to feel your soft skin."

That shaky feeling that had washed over me in the pool last night
was enveloping me again. I was tingly all over and breathing was
getting more difficult all the time. As if I was totally without
free will I reached down and eased my skirt up to just below my
crotch.

He watched me obey his order and when I stopped he said, "Higher,
all the way up."

And I obeyed once more!

I lifted my skirt until most of my panties were exposed. He
looked down and shook his head and said, "Take those off. I hate
them. Don't ever wear pantyhose again. That's an order."

An order! He was telling me what to wear, or rather what not to
wear. This man I had met only twenty-four hours ago was ordering
me to remove one of my undergarments, and never wear it again. 

I am not sure what I was thinking. I pushed my chair back slowly
and got to my feet. I stepped away from my desk and I could feel
the blood rushing through my veins as I slowly started to walk to
the door. 

Blake said, "Where are you going Paula?"

I turned to face him. But I couldn't look him in the eye.

I whispered, "To the ladies room. I'm going to...you know. I'm
going to do what you said."

I felt like a little girl in the principal's office. I was
helpless. I was incapable of independent thought. And I was more
turned on than I had ever been in my life!

He said, "I didn't say you could leave. Come back over here."

I went back around my desk and stood in front of him and said,
"But...I thought...don't you want me to...?"

He shook his head as if he was trying to be very patient with the
moron he was forced to deal with. In the voice one might use when
speaking to a very young and not very intelligent child he said,
"Lift your skirt up to your waist and pull your pantyhose down.
Throw them away and return to your seat with your skirt up around
your waist."

I stared at him for a second, until he snapped, "Do it! Now!"

He didn't seem at all surprised when I obeyed. I certainly was! I
lifted my skirt to my waist and started rolling my pantyhose
down. I had them down to about mid thigh when he said, "You might
as well go ahead and take your underwear off too. You won't be
wearing panties anymore either."

I hesitated for a second. I had not been a virgin when I married.
I have had half a dozen lovers since I lost my virginity in my
sophomore year of high school. I don't think that is a lot. But
until I got married I had never undressed in front of a man. My
boyfriends had always struggled with my clothes while we kissed
until they had me undressed enough to have sex. I had always
enjoyed it too. Even when I didn't reach orgasm, which was more
often than not.

I had not actually stood in front of a man and undressed until I
was married. And even though it was exciting, it was not
something that I was comfortable doing for at least six months,
maybe longer.

Now, six years later, here I was, about to bare the lower half of
my body to a man who was almost a stranger. He was ordering me to
entertain him by exposing the most private part of my body. 

And I did it!

I reached back up and while standing directly in front of Blake,
only an arm's reach away, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband
of my panties and pushed them down until they were bunched up
with my pantyhose. Then I slipped my shoes off and pushed both
garments off together. 

I felt his eyes boring into my exposed flesh as my skirt started
sliding back into place. He said, "Hold it up. I'm not done
looking at your cunt. I've never seen red cunt hair before. I
like it."

I stood there with my underwear in one hand and my skirt up,
baring my stomach. I was so nervous that I was shivering.

He stared for a long moment before he ordered, "Spread your legs
a little further apart."

Every time he spoke in that clear, strong, dominant, self assured
voice it was like he was touching me. I slid my bare feet until
they were shoulder width apart. Then I watched helplessly as his
arm reached out confidently and his finger tips moved over my
stomach and down through my pubic hair until they rested gently
on my sopping wet slit.

When I realized how wet my pussy had become I was doubly
embarrassed. He ran his fingertips through my opening for a
moment and then he held out his hand. I wasn't sure what he
wanted at first. But then I came to my senses and handed him my
underwear.

He separated the pantyhose and dropped them in my trash can. He
held up my panties and looked at the crotch and smiled. I could
see the damp spot that had seeped all the way through the lined
crotch. He smiled and said, "I'm going to hold onto these. I
think that I'll give them to your husband at dinner tonight."

He stuck my underwear in his jacket pocket and then he motioned
me back into my seat. I started to let my skirt back down before
I sat down. He shook his head and I held it in place and sat down
with the cold leather seat sending more shivers through my
vulnerable body.

Once I was seated again he pushed my chair back up to the desk.
His hand dropped to my thigh once more. This time there was
nothing between his flesh and mine. Before he spoke, before he
ordered me once more to tell him about that story, he gently
picked up my arm and placed my hand on his hard, throbbing cock.


I gasped when my hand gripped his massive organ. My fingers had
closed around it almost of their own accord. It felt huge. I had
never even imagined a cock that thick! 

He smiled at my reaction and said, "That is your new god, Paula.
You are Jarrod's wife. But from this moment on you are my bitch.
Isn't that right, Paula?"

I looked at his strong, handsome, slightly arrogant face and it
never even occurred to me to say no. I had the fleeting thought
that I was slipping into one of those stories I had been reading.
But once more I seemed to be totally devoid of free will.

I looked him right in the eye and whispered, "Yes."

He smiled and asked, "Yes what, Paula?"

I started to answer but I couldn't speak. I cleared my throat and
quietly responded, "I am your bitch."

He nodded and said, "Good girl. Now, tell me about that story. I
want you to tell me about the first of those stories that you
read. Tell me what happened in that story. Tell me how you
reacted."

My head was spinning as I sat there with his hand on my thigh,
his finger resting against my slit, and my hand holding his
enormous cock. I started to tell him about that first story but
he interrupted and asked me how I found it. I was forced to admit
that I had been looking at pictures of naked men and then going
to bed and masturbating.

He found that amusing. I could tell by his expression. But he
didn't say anything.

I told him that I had looked at a few unsatisfactory stories on
the site and that I had been about to give when this one caught
my eye and I decided to try just one more before going to bed. It
was a story called, "I Belong to Snake Now."

I was having trouble talking. I was having trouble thinking. This
was all so exciting. But I was beginning to suffer from sensory
overload.

Blake seemed to understand what I was feeling, but he didn't let
up. He squeezed my thigh and said, "You are going to have to
relax, Paula. I'm not going to fuck you until tonight. Now pull
yourself together and answer my questions."

I took a deep breath and began to describe the story that I had
read. From the reaction of his cock in my hand I gathered that he
found the story as compelling as I had. I was getting all worked
up again as I described the way that biker had degraded and
humiliated that innocent young housewife. But describing the
events that took place in the story was not enough. I had to tell
Blake how I had felt when I read it.

That was the hard part. That was baring my soul. 

I explained that I had never read anything like that before. I
had never considered being treated that way and never thought of
humiliation as a form of sex play. But when I had opened that
story and begun to get involved in it I had been unable to stop
reading. The story was sixty-eight pages long and I had read it
for hours, all the way to the end. 

I described one humiliating act after another to Blake and tried
to tell him how I had reacted. The problem was that I hadn't
actually stopped to think about my reaction. I had just gone with
the feelings that the story brought to the surface as I read. It
had been so harmless. I was safe in my own home and putting
myself in the place of a woman being raped and humiliated,
totally unable to control her own fate. She was entirely under
the control of a crude, cruel man that she didn't know. She was a
helpless victim and I got to experience her helplessness through
that story. It was one hell of a rush!

Now I was forced to try to explain my feelings to Blake and I
wasn't sure what I had felt, beyond lust. I hadn't taken the time
to analyze what I felt. Now I was in the position of having to
analyze my reactions on the spot. I still wasn't sure what the
answer to his questions was. I only knew that it was a good thing
that he had made me pull my skirt up. There was a pool of juices
collecting between my thighs! My dress would have been ruined if
I was sitting on it.

We had gotten almost no work done this morning. Just before
lunch, Blake sent me to the ladies room to freshen up. When I
returned he was looking at the yellow pages and consulting a map
of the city.

He stood up and ordered me to walk with him. We went out of the
building and down the street. As we walked Blake endeavored to
engage me in a casual conversation about the city that was his
new home. To anyone we passed we would look like a couple of
friends walking down the street. 

But I knew something that they didn't. I knew that I was walking
beside him because he had ordered me to. I knew that he had
ordered me to remove my underwear and not wear it again. I knew
that he had seen and touched my pussy. I knew that he was going
to fuck me tonight, whether I wanted him to or not.

I wanted to ask where we were going. I had thought that we were
probably just going out for a sandwich. But we passed one
restaurant after another and he ignored them. I didn't ask
though. I was aware of my new position as a slave and it was not
my place to question Blake.

We walked for quite a distance, turning several times, until we
were out of the financial district and entering an area where
tattoo shops and bars reigned.

Blake finally came to a stop in front of a place called Big Jim's
Adult Bookstore. I saw a sign on the door that said 'You must be
21 to enter' and under that another that said, 'If you are
offended by nudity do not enter'. 

Blake reached out and opened the door and pushed me inside. My
heart was in my throat as I stepped into the sleazy store. I was
suddenly surrounded by magazines and movies, all proudly
featuring photographs of naked women in various slutty poses. 

I glance quickly around the small room and saw right away that I
was the only woman in the place. I wasn't surprised. 

Blake looked around and then led me to a display of adult toys.
There in front of us was a huge display of various vibrators. I
never imagined that there were so many styles. He selected two of
them, as well as two butt plugs, one large and one larger.

I whispered urgently, "Please Blake. Not those. I don't...you
know. Not there!"

He smiled and said, "You'll thank me later. Now shut up, bitch.
If you give me a hard time I'll take you into the back and let
the boys teach you some manners. Because I'm a nice guy I'm going
to let it go this time. But don't you ever say no to me again. Is
that understood?"

I was torn. I wanted to explain that I couldn't do anal sex. I
needed him to understand that. It took a moment to sink in that I
was wrong. If Blake wanted to fuck my ass, well, it wasn't up to
me. I no sooner accepted the idea then my mind flashed back to
that thick tube of flesh I had held in my hand this morning. Oh
god! I knew it would kill me.

Blake pulled me to the counter and after looking at the back of
one of the packages he had selected he picked up some batteries
from a display on the counter. He also picked up a bottle of
lubricant.

He paid the dirty old man behind the counter who was leering at
me so hard he could hardly make change for Blake. He was about to
see a lot more than he bargained for.

Blake removed one of the vibrators from the package and as he
inserted the batteries he said without even looking at me, "Lift
your dress up around your waist, bitch."

I stared at him in shock. That was going too far! I couldn't
possibly do that! And yet, somehow, I found myself inching my
skirt up until the hem was in my hands and lifting it up to my
waist as ordered.

I couldn't believe it! I was exposing my pussy to a bunch of
strange men! I don't know how many, I was too embarrassed to look
up and count them. I was so excited by the idea of all of those
men looking at me that I could hardly breathe.

I was aware of the lunch crowd gathering around to stare at my
exposed flesh. I flashed back to when I was a young girl and I
used to get an immature thrill when a boy saw my panties. I
hadn't thought of that for years.

I saw the look on the face of the store clerk and finally I had
to retreat behind my eyelids. I couldn't stand to see the men
around me.

A moment later, Blake said, "Spread your legs out, cunt. I have a
present for you."

I opened my eyes to see him holding an egg shaped piece of
plastic in his hand. It had a short wire dangling out of one end.
Other than that there was nothing on it. No switches, no dials,
nothing. I spread my legs as ordered and he leaned down and
rubbed the tip of the egg through my sopping wet slit for a
moment and then firmly pushed it inside of me. 

I gasped, but that slight sound went unheard as the men around me
laughed and joked and commented on my exposed body. 

Once the egg had been inserted, Blake picked up a small device
and turned a dial. I almost fell to the floor when the egg inside
of me started vibrating violently. I cried out and my hands
reached out and grasped the edge of the counter.

Blake smiled and turned the dial and the vibrations became more
tolerable. Another adjustment and those vibrations were just a
dull stirring deep inside of me. 

Blake nodded and said, "Perfect. Okay, bitch. Let's go back to
work."

I started to follow him out but one of the men called out, "Hey
man! Before you leave, how about a look at that fine ass of
hers?"

Blake grinned and said, "Lift up the back of your skirt, Paula.
Show your fans what a nice ass you have."

I didn't even look up. I reached back and lifted my skirt over my
ass and held it there until Blake said, "Okay. That's enough fun
for now. Come on. We don't want to be late for work."

I dropped my skirt and followed him back out onto the crowded
city sidewalk. I noticed that I got some strange looks from
passersby as I stepped out of that place. Blake ignored the
people around us though. He waited until I was beside him and we
began to briskly walk back to our office. 

He spoke to me several times as we walked but I had a very hard
time concentrating. I had that constant vibration in my pussy
driving me fucking crazy!

Every few minutes he would play with the controller in his pocket
and adjust the rate of the vibration. Most of the time he kept it
low and it was bearable. But every once in a while he would turn
it way up and it would take my breath away. I would be forced to
come to a stop, right in the middle of the sidewalk and grab my
stomach as if I was having cramps. 

I found that I had the strangest reaction to what he was doing to
me. The vibrations themselves were not all that erotic. They were
a distraction in a sensitive area of my body. But they would be
more effective if they were applied on the outside of my body,
near my clit. Still, the idea of this man now having this effect
on my body was turning me on. He was in charge of what went into
my pussy. It reminded me of the themes of those stories that I
had been reading and even if the vibrations were not placed where
they would do the most good they were certainly having a profound
effect. I think that the effect was so much more intense because
this was all being done in public.

We were more than half way back to the office. We had once more
entered the financial district and we were surrounded by business
men and women in business suits and conservative dresses. That
was when he turned the dial all the way up and I was forced to
grab the back of a bench at a bus stop as a huge orgasm took
control of my body. 

Once more I almost fell to the ground at Blake's feet. The bench
was crowded and as I hung on to the back of it and moaned the
people turned to look at me, probably wondering if I was about to
get sick. 

One of the men asked, "Lady, are you okay?"

I nodded and gasped for breath, holding on until I felt able to
stand again. Blake moved closer and put his arm in mine and said,
"She's alright. She has a vibrator in her pussy and she just had
an orgasm. I think I may have turned it up too high. Sorry
folks."

The woman sitting on the end of the bench turned bright red. That
was all I saw before Blake pulled me away and we continued on our
way to work.

It took me a few moments to be able to walk on my own. When I had
regained my breath I gasped, "Jesus, Blake!"

He chuckled and said, "Exciting, isn't it?"

I hated to admit it. But fuck yes it was exciting! This was just
the sort of thing that might have come from one of those stories
I had been reading. Except, of course, that in the stories he
would have made me have sex with those men in the store. Or he
would have pushed me under my desk this morning and forced me to
suck his cock. But then, it was, after all, only the first day.
Who knew what would happen tomorrow?

We got back to the office and returned to my desk. We started
going through files again. It was just a normal work day. Except
that once more my skirt was pulled up to my waist and I was no
longer wearing underwear. Blake kept his hands to himself this
time. But of course, I still had a vibrating egg in my body and
the remote control was in his pocket. 

From time to time throughout the afternoon he would turn it up.
Each time he did, it caused me to stop in mid-sentence and close
my eyes. My entire body would tense up and I would edge closer to
another orgasm. But each time I got close he turned it back down.
Several times I was nearly in tears as he brought me to within a
hair's breadth of having an orgasm and then jerked it away from
me.

But at least we got some work done in the afternoon. By the time
the work day was over I was a wreck. I was drenched in sweat and
looked like I had a high fever. Fortunately we hung back and
talked quietly until the office had pretty much emptied out. 

When things were quiet, Blake reached over and grabbed a handful
of the hair on the back of my head. He turned my head to face him
and he kissed me for the first time. It was a brutal, demanding
kiss. It seemed more like he was demonstrating his control over
me than anything else. His tongue probed my mouth and I shivered
with passion as my tongue came out to duel with his. His free
hand grasped my breast and after a long, almost violent kiss that
reminded me very much of the rapes I had been reading about in
those stories, he straightened up and looked into my eyes and
said, "It's time to take you home and get you ready to fuck,
bitch."

I could only groan my acceptance of his statement. I had already
ceded my body to him. I was just disappointed that I had to wait
that long! Still, I hadn't completely lost my mind. I couldn't
help but wonder why a self-sufficient, modern woman with high
self-esteem would allow herself to be talked to like that. But I
knew the answer. I allowed it because it turned me on. I allowed
it because in my mind I was experimenting with the exciting
things I had been reading lately.

Before we left the office, Blake turned the vibrating egg off. He
smiled and said, "We don't want you getting distracted on the way
home."

He ordered me to remove the egg and I gently retrieved it from my
sopping wet pussy. When I had it in my hand he said, "Lick it
clean. Then put it on your desk."

I licked my juices from the plastic egg and placed it on my desk.
He put the controller down beside it and said, "When we get in
tomorrow morning I want you to put that back in and bring me the
controller."

We stood up. But before I could move away he bent me over my desk
and flipped my skirt up in back. He ordered me not to move. I
watched nervously as he pulled out the smaller of the two butt
plugs he bought today and the bottle of lubricant. 

I wanted to beg him not to do this. But instead I rested my head
on my arms and closed my eyes and waited. I jumped when I felt
his fingers spreading my butt cheeks open and his cold, greasy
finger being forced inside me. I was terrified that someone would
come through the door and see us like this. But I was more
terrified of that huge rubber torture device that he was going to
shove inside of me.

He withdrew his finger and I tensed up, expecting a huge piece of
rubber to rip my guts open. Instead, he began forcing two greasy
fingers inside of me. As he worked them in and out of my ass he
spoke calmly, telling me that I just needed to relax and it
wouldn't be that bad. 

I couldn't help thinking, "Oh yeah? Then why don't you stick it
up your ass?" But I wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud.

After several minutes he pulled his fingers out of me and a
moment later I felt the tip of the butt plug sliding between my
ass cheeks and pressing against my little virgin hole. He didn't
force it in right away. He twisted it around and tested my
opening for a moment. As he did he calmly instructed me to relax
and take a deep breath and then he said, "Okay, Paula. I'm going
to put it in now. It really isn't that bad. Just push back
against it as if you were trying to go to the bathroom. This
isn't a very big butt plug and we are doing this for your own
good."

I just didn't feel like I was benefiting from this. But I had my
orders. As I struggled to obey his instructions I couldn't help
wondering if he had ever had one of these damned things shoved up
his ass. Somehow I doubted it.

He slowly worked it in a little deeper. He was taking it very
slow, letting me get used to the awful thing. It got wider and
wider as it entered me until suddenly it was all the way in and
my anus closed around the narrow neck at the base, holding it
firmly in place even though I desperately wanted it out of me.

He ordered me to stand and after I slowly got to my feet he
asked, "That's not so bad is it?"

I nodded rapidly and then quietly answered, "Yes! I feel like I
have to go to the bathroom!"

He smiled and said, "You'll get used to it. You only have to wear
it until we get you home. Let's go."

We walked to the elevators and went to the parking garage in the
basement. It occurred to me that this was two nights in a row
that I was skipping the gym. I was pretty sure that I was going
to get a workout though.

We didn't see another soul until we got to the basement. I was
glad because I was walking like I was about to give birth. Blake
was enjoying my discomfort. His amusement was evident, and
infuriating. 

He followed me to our cars and watched me get in with great
difficulty. I groaned in pain when I lowered my weight onto that
damned thing. It seemed to burrow into my guts dangerously. And
this was the small one!

Blake followed me home again. But this time I was in agony all
the way home. I was tempted several times to pull over and tear
that thing out of me. But for some reason, even though it was
making it hard for me to breathe and to concentrate on my
driving, I just couldn't do it. 

The half hour drive home seemed like an hour this evening. I
drove into my garage and got out of the car very carefully. By
the time I was out and standing beside my car, Blake was standing
there, watching and smiling at my discomfort.

He followed me inside and ordered me to make us both a drink. He
sat at the kitchen island and watched as I hobbled around making
the drinks. I noticed that I had a message on the machine and I
played it while I served Blake his drink. We tapped our glasses
together in a mute toast as we listened to the message from
Jarrod saying that he was going to be home early tonight and was,
in fact, on his way when he called. 

I had mixed feelings about that. I had expectations that had
built up during the day. They were all about sex with Blake. My
husband had not appeared in these little fantasies. 

I looked at Blake and from the look on his face I saw that he
still had every intention of fucking me. The message from my
husband hadn't changed that. I was so confused. I finally asked,
"Did you and Jarrod discuss this, any of this?"

Blake smiled and shook his head. 

I was even more confused. I said, "But...what...are you...?!"

I didn't even know what to ask. I just wanted to understand. I
didn't want there to be some violent confrontation between these
two men. For one thing, my much smaller husband would surely lose
a physical altercation.

Blake laughed quietly and said, "I didn't have to speak to your
husband. I know your husband."

"You know my husband!" I exclaimed. "Where did you meet my
husband?"

Blake responded, "I have never met him before last night. But I
know him. He won't be a problem. That's enough of your silly
questions. Shut your mouth. Save your energy for when I stick a
dick in it."

That wasn't a threat to me. I had not enjoyed oral sex at first.
I did it sometimes when I was dating in high school and college.
But it wasn't something I enjoyed. It had always seemed to me to
be unpleasant, uncomfortable, nasty and more than a little
demeaning. 

I didn't start to change my mind about it until after I married
Jarrod. I guess it makes a difference when you really love a man.
I think it helped too that he hadn't tried to make me do
something that I obviously didn't enjoy. But I did it because I
knew he enjoyed it and I had gradually come around. Now I
actually enjoyed sucking my husband's cock. It turned me on. I
had reached a point that I now took pleasure from pleasing him. 

I think it helped that he always made sure that I was pleased as
well. He was very good at oral sex and really seemed to enjoy
eating my pussy. That was something I had never experienced in
high school and not very often in college either. 

Jarrod was the first man that ever ate my pussy just to bring me
pleasure and not just to get me horny so I would let him fuck
me.

I was going nuts with that damned thing up my ass and finally I
said, "This thing in my ass is driving me crazy! Can I please
take it out now? You said it was just until we got home."

He smiled and said, "In a minute. Be patient, slut."

I had noticed that throughout the day he had taken to calling me
nasty names, cunt, bitch, slut. I had noticed too, that far from
being offended, I was getting turned on. What was I turning
into?! Was I going to end up like one of the mindless sluts in
those stories?

I heard the garage door open and I knew that my husband was home.
I was suddenly very insecure. Before Jarrod came in I looked at
Blake and in a desperate voice I asked, "Are you going to ruin my
marriage?"

He smiled and said, "I'm going to spice it up. I'm going to
strengthen it. You two don't even know each other yet. I'm going
to fix that."

Jarrod came in then and he and Blake exchanged greetings and
shook hands. Jarrod put his arm around me and kissed me. He
noticed that I was in distress and he asked, "What's wrong,
Paula?"

Before I could think of an answer, Blake said, "Here Jarrod.
Would you take care of these? I've ordered her not to wear them
anymore."

He took my panties out of his pocket and handed them to my
husband. I was shocked to see the tiny smile on Jarrod's face. He
tried very hard to keep a straight face but that tiny smile grew
quickly. 

It occurred to me that I had been shocked a lot in the last
twenty-four hours. But I think that this was the biggest one.

Blake smiled and said, "Paula, stand up and show your husband why
you look so uncomfortable."

I struggled to my feet and started to pull my dress up in the
back. 

Blake said, "I suppose that you should go ahead and take that
off, Paula. I have been curious about your tits anyway."

I glanced at Jarrod. He just stood there waiting. And then, as I
started removing my dress I realized that my husband had an
erection! This was turning him on! Well fuck me! 

I had had a hint that it might last night. He had been very
amorous in bed last night after Blake had gone back to his hotel.
I knew that he had seen Blake in the pool when he caressed my
back and even cupped the cheeks of my ass for a long moment. I
had seen him watching.

Still, his acceptance of...of all of this, of my being totally
controlled by this arrogant young man was something that I never
would have thought possible. I had read of men who enjoyed
watching their wives with other men. I never had reason to
believe that Jarrod was one of them.

But then, I had never suspected that I would allow myself to be
treated like this either. It was all because of those damned
stories! But I wasn't upset really. I was far too aroused to be
upset. I couldn't avoid that nagging feeling in the back of my
mind that this could be dangerous. But that was a feeling that
was quickly drowned out by the blood pumping loudly through my
veins and my rapid heartbeat. I was scared, but I was more turned
on than I had been the night that I lost my virginity. I was a
sex slave!

As my mind whirled dizzily with all of that, I had managed to
unbutton my dress. I stood before two men, my husband and the man
that now owned me, and allowed my dress to fall open. I took a
deep breath and let it slide off of my shoulders and I dropped it
on the kitchen island. I reached back and struggled with the
catch on my bra. My hands were shaking so much that I almost
asked for help. 

I finally managed to unfasten it and I slowly released the ends
of the straps. The cups hung loosely over my breasts for a
moment. My last bit of cover. I reached up and slid the narrow
straps off of my shoulders and then pulled the bra off and
dropped it on top of my dress. 

I was naked now, in front of two men. I was a sex object, a piece
of property. I felt so vulnerable and I had to really fight to
keep from covering myself with my hands. I knew it was a foolish
gesture but I felt so naked in front of Blake.

Blake looked me over and finally he said, "Not bad. Those tits
could be a little bigger. But as small as you are they look okay
I guess. If you didn't have all that cunt hair you'd look like a
little girl."

I looked at Jarrod and saw the lust on his face. It was
incredible. We had watched a couple of pornographic movies once.
We hadn't really enjoyed them and he had seldom gotten erect
during the show. We never rented any more movies. He hadn't
enjoyed watching them any more than I had. But he was enjoying
watching me now! He was enjoying watching me obey Blake!

Blake had been right. I really didn't know my husband very well.
What else was I going to find out?

Blake said, "Okay, cunt. Turn around and bend over your stool.
Show your husband one of your new toys."

I turned around and bent over my stool. I felt Blake nudge my
legs farther apart with his foot and I could almost feel the two
men staring down at my exposed ass. 

As shocking as everything that had happened had been, that was
nothing compared to what came next. I heard Blake say, "Okay,
wimp. Bend down there and pull that thing out of my new cunt's
ass with your teeth. After you get it out I want you to lick it
clean. Then I want you to put on your wife's nasty underwear and
go wash the butt plug in soap and water. If you do a good job
I'll let you watch her suck my cock and then later I might even
let you help me fuck her."

I held my breath, waiting for Jarrod to say or do something and
put an end to this. I just knew that there was no way he was
going to let any man talk to him like that! Not my husband!

But then I felt his face against my ass and his teeth struggling
to grasp the base of the butt plug with his teeth. I stared
straight ahead as he worked, but my eyes must have been opened as
wide as silver dollars. My big strong husband was letting my new
owner order him around just like I was!

I felt Jarrod force his face deeper between the cheeks of my ass
and I felt him grasp the base of the plug in his teeth. The first
two times he tried to remove it the base slipped out of his
mouth. The third time he must have finally realized how firmly
embedded in my body it had become and he kept a firm grip on it.
I groaned in pain as my asshole spread wide once more to allow
that nasty thing to be removed. It had been very uncomfortable,
but as my opening was once more stretched to allow the passage of
the widest part of the plug just before the sudden narrowing at
the flange of the base, the pain began to increase quickly. 

I cried out as the widest part of the plug slipped out of me and
then the rest of it followed quickly and I felt only relief.
Well, I felt relief, but I still felt like I had to go to the
bathroom.

Jarrod stood up and I struggled back to my feet as well. It was
such a relief to be free of that damned thing! When I turned I
saw my husband take the plug from his mouth and look at it
uncertainly. The plug was made from black rubber and it wasn't
possible to tell how dirty it was. I could see streaks of grease
on it, but I had no idea how nasty it might be.

Blake watched Jarrod contemplate the task he had been given for a
moment, but only a moment. He became impatient then and said
curtly, "Don't make me repeat myself, boy."

I watched in disbelief as my husband closed his eyes and slowly
brought the plug to his lips. 

Blake snapped, "Open your fucking eyes, faggot! This is nothing
compared to some of the things I'll be making you do from now
on."

Jarrod's eyes opened and he blushed when he saw me watching in
disbelief. But he stuck his tongue out and was about to begin
licking the nasty thing that he had just removed from my ass!

I almost gagged as I watched. But just before his tongue actually
touched the butt plug, Blake said, "Stop. I just wanted to make
sure that you would obey me. Take it upstairs and wash it. And
get out of your suit and put the slut's panties on."

Jarrod was visibly relieved. He reached down and picked up the
panties that I had worn to work today and headed for the stairs.
Blake instructed me to follow him. 

Even after all that had happened to me today I was extremely
conscious of Blake following me up the stairs. I was also aware
yet again of how exciting it was to feel so exposed to a strange
man. 

We followed Jarrod to the bedroom and watched him undress. He
appeared to be as embarrassed as I had been when I first exposed
myself to Blake. But I noticed that he still had an erection. It
was kind of funny watching him try to stuff that thing into my
panties when he pulled them on. For some reason his cock looked
larger when it was forced into that thin garment that was much
too small for him.

Jarrod took the plug into our bathroom and washed it. A moment
later he returned and Blake took it from him and placed it on my
dresser.

Then Blake ordered both of us to undress him. 

I looked at Blake. I looked at Jarrod. I was waiting for Jarrod
to react again. I was positive that my husband was not bisexual.
And I never wondered about it before but I didn't think he could
be submissive either. But then, until recently I didn't realize
that I was a submissive. 

I watched, though, as my husband began to remove Blake's suit
coat. He was blushing and he wouldn't look at me. And his cock
was still hard! Jarrod and I really needed to talk!

I came to my senses and started unbuttoning Blake's shirt. After
Jarrod hung up his coat he came closer and I knew that he didn't
know what to do next. He didn't want to mess with Blake's pants,
I could sense it.

I saw Blake lift his eyebrow and Jarrod took the hint. He
couldn't just stand there and watch. He dropped down and untied
Blake's shoes and carefully removed them. I pulled off his shirt
and then worked his undershirt up over his muscular chest while
my husband removed his socks. 

While Jarrod watched, I unfastened Blake's belt and then worked
his suit pants down his large, muscular legs. He definitely
didn't look like an office worker!

I put his pants with his suit coat and when I turned back around
I saw Blake pushing Jarrod to his knees again. The huge bulge in
his shorts was only a couple of feet from Jarrod's face and my
husband looked very nervous about it. I didn't blame him. I was
pretty nervous about it myself. But I was also curious. I had
held that enormous thing in my hand and I couldn't believe it. I
needed to see it.

Jarrod visibly steeled himself and I watched with very mixed
emotions as my husband of six years, the love of my life, removed
another man's underwear so that he could have sex with me. It was
a strange concept. It was also a concept that I had enjoyed
reading about on more than one occasion as I went through those
stories on my computer.

But did I really want to see it happen right in front of my eyes?
Did I want my husband to be the kind of man that would not just
allow another man to fuck me, but actually facilitate it? 

Whether I wanted it or not, it was happening right before my
eyes. I watched Jarrod struggle to pull Blake's shorts out far
enough that he could get them down over his hard cock. 

As he eased Blake's underwear down I watched as that massive
black cock came into view. It was long. I suppose that it was a
good nine inches long, much longer than Jarrod's six inches. 

But that wasn't the part that was so intimidating. Blake's cock
looked nearly as big around as my wrist! I am not exaggerating!
Well, maybe a little. When I called that thing massive I was
being modest. It was truly enormous and I started to wonder if I
had bitten off more than I could chew, so to speak.

Blake saw my expression and said, "Don't worry, cunt. You'll get
used to it. Think of it this way. It's much smaller than a
baby."

I responded nervously, "Yeah, but when you have a baby they give
you drugs."

He chuckled and said, "Come on. Let's go to your computer room. I
want to look at some of those stories of yours while you learn to
suck a real cock for the first time."

I saw the questioning look on my husband's face. So did Blake. As
we went out into the hall and turned toward my computer room
Blake explained, "Your wife, or perhaps I should say my new cunt,
has been reading dirty stories on the internet by some perverted
dirty old man. They have warped her brain as you can see. Later
on I want you to read them, boy. I'm going. I want to find out
what's going through her pretty head. But she told me about one
of them today and I'm curious to see some of the others."

It made me nervous that he was going to read those stories. There
were things in there, really awful things that had turned me on
to read about. But they were not things that I would ever want to
experience. I didn't want him getting the wrong ideas. 

He sat down at my desk and ignored the files that were open. They
were the same two stories that had been open when he looked at my
computer last night so he had already given them a quick scan. 

He went to the directory where I kept all of those stories and
looked through the titles. He opened a few and glanced at them
and then closed them. He finally opened one called, "The Life of
an Army Wife" and started reading. 

He scanned quickly through the first few pages and then he spread
his legs out and ordered me to get down on the floor. 

I knelt between his thick legs and he looked down at me and said,
"Just lick for a while. Take some time and get used to it."

He pointed to the floor beside him and said, "Boy!"

Jarrod moved to the spot indicated and Blake said, "Kneel and
watch my new bitch learn how to suck a cock."

I had begun to lick the most enormous set of balls that I had
ever seen. I looked up as Jarrod dropped to his knees. He was
close enough to reach out and touch me. I saw him watching,
obviously fascinated as my tongue moved over Blake's balls.

I was nervous about doing these things. But it made me even more
uncomfortable to be doing them in front of my husband. I guess
that I shouldn't be so concerned.  It was all too obvious that he
was enjoying my servitude. I can't believe I had no idea he felt
that way.

I began to lick Blake's cock and as I worked my way up that
colossal column of flesh I thought about the story that he was
reading. It was one of those stories in which a lot of things
happened that I would not want to happen to me. It had made for
an erotic read and I had enjoyed a lot of orgasms as I read it
with my vibrator working valiantly between my thighs. But the
things that happened to that poor woman, many of them anyway,
were much too extreme to actually experience. What would I do if
Blake tried to do those things to me? How could I fight him? 

My chain of thought was interrupted when Blake said, "Put it in
your mouth now, bitch. Start sucking."

I struggled to fit my lips around the head of his cock. It was
nearly twice as big around as Jarrod's. I wrapped my hand around
the bottom four inches and there was still an awful lot of cock
between my lips and my hand.

I began moving my mouth up and down his shaft. My lips never got
any closer than about two inches to my hand. I had to be
extremely careful. It was almost impossible to keep my teeth away
from his sensitive skin. 

I worked my mouth faster and faster and used my hand on the rest
of the shaft. 

I heard the excitement in his voice and I knew he was getting
close when he said, "Just another minute, cunt." 

Then he said to Jarrod, "Boy, I want you to cradle my nuts in
your hand while my bitch sucks me off. I want you to feel the cum
shooting out of me and filling her mouth."

I glanced at my husband again and saw the look on his face. He
definitely didn't want to do that! 

Blake said, "This is the second time I have had to tell you
something twice, boy. Do I need to punish you? Maybe you would
like to take your wife's place on the head of my dick?"

Jarrod swallowed loudly. He was scared now. He reached his arm
between me and Blake's body and cupped his balls as ordered. I
felt his arm every time I stroked Blake's cock. It was really
strange. I couldn't see it. But the idea that he was actually
holding a man's balls while I sucked that man off in front of him
sent chills through my body. I was so excited now that I could
feel my juices beginning to run down my legs!

Then I felt Blake tense up and I knew it was time. I held the tip
of his cock in my mouth and began moving my hand rapidly up and
down the shaft and then it began. I was afraid that with
testicles that large he would ejaculate more than I could handle.
My fears were quickly justified. I swallowed and swallowed but I
couldn't keep up. I felt some of it escape my lips and drip down
my chin onto my sweaty breasts. But I managed to swallow most of
it and I was actually pretty proud of myself.

Blake gently pushed my head off of his cock and looked at me. He
smiled and said, "Not bad for your first time, bitch. I didn't
think you had it in you. You didn't spill more than a teaspoon
full."

He looked at Jarrod then and said, "Give her a hand, boy. Lick
that crap up. We don't want it dripping on the rug."

I saw Jarrod's face go pale. He started to back away. He shook
his head and started to get up. 

Blake hardly moved. It didn't even look like he was exerting any
effort. He reached out and easily grabbed a handful of my
husband's hair and pulled his face in close to mine. In a
threatening tone of voice that I hadn't heard before he said,
"That is three times, boy. If I have to tell you again the next
load is going right up your punk ass. You think I'm playing
games? Go ahead. Try me."

I was just about to get involved. I was going to tell Blake that
he was going too far. The games were over. But as Jarrod slowly
bent his face closer to mine I noticed that his cock was still
rock hard! I didn't move as my husband licked another man's sperm
from my chin and then the few drops from my tits as well.

I was aghast. And I was really confused. But then I realized that
he was as turned on by being forced to do nasty things as I was!
I had been shocked that he was getting a kick out of watching me
have sex with my new co-worker. But this! This was impossible to
believe!

The strange thing was that I realized that I should have
been...something, I don't know. Disgusted, dismayed,
disillusioned, something! Instead I almost had an orgasm when my
husband licked the few stray drops of Blake's cum from my face
and body.

Blake finally pushed Jarrod away and said, "Let's go down and get
a drink and sit out by the pool."

We all went downstairs and I made drinks while the guys went
outside.

I joined them at the table with the drinks and after a moment
Blake sat back and said, "That was an interesting story, Paula.
That turned you on?"

I sighed and said, "Yes Blake. But just because I was excited by
the story that doesn't mean I want to experience those things.
Some of those things you read about I just couldn't do,
especially some of the things in that particular story!"

Blake smiled and said, "That's pretty much up to me now, Paula.
Now, I think I want something to eat before I fuck you. Call
whomever you normally call and order some pizza. I like extra
cheese and pepperoni."

I went inside and called for the pizza. I made out a check for
the pizza and added a generous tip. Then I went out to the patio
and told Blake that it would be about half an hour. He nodded and
said, "While we are waiting I want you and Jarrod to unload my
car. The keys are in my pants upstairs."

Jarrod got up and we started inside when he said, "Don't bother
to dress."

We had a long, curved driveway. It was lined on one side by tall
shrubs. We wouldn't be all that visible from the street. But if
anyone looked, if for instance they were walking by and saw
movement and looked in our direction they would be able to see
us. This was not something that we had in mind. Not ruining our
reputation with our neighbors. But for some reason we obeyed.

I went up and got Blake's keys and we went out through the garage
in just our sandals. Before we stepped out of the garage we
looked around. We didn't see anyone so we hurried out to Blake's
car and removed his suitcases from the trunk. There were a few
boxes in the back seat and we got those out too. Then we carried
everything into the mother-in-law suite off of the kitchen.

It took us three trips to bring everything in. I don't know if
anyone saw us or not.

We put everything in his room and then rejoined him on the patio.
As soon as we sat down, Blake said, "When the pizza arrives I
want you to answer the door, just like you are now. In fact, I
don't want either of you wearing clothes in the house or the
backyard from now on."

He saw the look of consternation on our faces and he asked
sternly, "Is that clear?"

Jarrod answered that we understood. Blake looked at me and
finally I nodded. Just then the doorbell rang. I was no nervous I
was short of breath as I got to my feet. Blake smiled and said,
"Offer the young man a tip. You need a lot more practice giving
blowjobs."

I was mortified, but I wasn't surprised. I went through the house
to the front door. I stood there with my hand on the doorknob and
I knew that in seconds yet another strange male would see my
naked body. And once again, with the humiliation came arousal. 

I opened the door and looked out to see a teenager, probably only
sixteen or seventeen, with our pizzas in his hand. I opened the
door with shaking hands and invited him to step in. 

He looked up from reading the slip of paper to make sure that he
had the right order and he saw that I was naked. I almost saw his
brain shut off at that point and all of his blood began to flow
straight to his penis. When I stood back to let him in he stepped
in as if he was more scared than I was!

I took the pizzas from him and set them on a table near the door.
Then I handed him the check. He didn't even look at the amount.
He just stood there staring at my tits.

I reached out and gently placed my hand on the bulge in the front
of his pants. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. I
gently squeezed his cock which had instantly become hard and I
whispered, "Would you like a nice tip."

He was so freaked out he couldn't even speak. He nodded his head
but it was obvious that he couldn't believe that this was
happening to him. I guess he and I had that in common.

I went to my knees in front of him and opened his jeans. I pulled
his jeans and his jockey shorts down to his knees and placed my
lips around the head of his cock. 

His entire body shook and he fell back against the door as my
lips slid down his average sized cock. After struggling with
Blake's big black monster a little earlier this seemed easy!
Humiliating, but easy.

I looked up at his face as I sucked his cock and our eyes met. He
was staring at me in disbelief. He may have been stunned by my
offer of a blowjob for a tip, but that didn't stop him from
enjoying it. 

In a very short time he reached down and grasped my head in his
hands. He wasn't rough. He didn't start fucking my face. He just
held on and stared down at my lips around his cock until he
started to cum. Just as he started to ejaculate into my mouth his
eyes closed and his head lolled back against the door and he
cried out, "God damn!"

My mouth filled with the second load of cum from a second male
who was not my husband and I don't think that I even realized how
much I was enjoying what I had just been ordered to do until the
boy finally pushed my head away and I felt the disappointment of
having his cock taken away from me.

I kissed his cock and stood up. Now that it was over I was
embarrassed all over again. I stood up and he hastily pulled his
pants up and fastened them, all the while telling me how
wonderful that had been and thanking me profusely. When he had
his clothing back in order I smiled and said, "You are very
welcome."

Then, for some inexplicable reason I said, "Maybe next time we
can do something else."

He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and exclaimed, "Really!
Do you mean it? God, I'd love that! Next time you call ask for
me. Hell, I'll buy the pizza!"

He nearly stumbled down the steps as he rushed back to his car,
without telling me his name.

I carried the pizza boxes out to the patio. I went through the
kitchen and picked up some plates and napkins on the way out.
When I glanced out at the patio on the way to the kitchen I saw
Blake and Jarrod both returning to their seats. They had
evidently both been watching me blow that young man.

As I stepped outside Blake chuckled and said, "I imagine you'll
be getting much better service from now on."

We ate in silence. When everyone was finished, Blake ordered us
to clear off the table and get ready for bed. He said that he
would be up to fuck me in a few minutes. 

It was all so matter of fact!

My husband and I cleared away the pizza boxes and the dirty
plates and went upstairs. It was a little early to be going to
bed. But I suppose by the time that Blake was through using that
large cock of his on me it would be just about bed time.

We went up and sat on the side of our bed. We sat side by side
and held hands and listened for the sound of the black man that
was going to fuck me in front of my husband. 

Jarrod asked me quietly, "Are you okay?"

I squeezed his hand and answered, "I know I should be...I don't
know, upset I guess. I should be afraid. But to be honest, I am
as excited as I was on our wedding night. It started last night
in the pool and he has been driving me crazy all day. I'm sorry
Jarrod, but I am so horny right now. I don't know how you feel
about this, but I want it."

Then I turned to look at him and said, "What about you? When this
started I didn't imagine you as a part of it. I didn't think you
were like this, like me. I am more shocked with the things that
you are doing than the things that I let him make me do. You are
really getting off on this too. Aren't you?"

He grinned sheepishly and replied, "I almost came in my trunks
when I saw him feeling you up in the pool last night. When he
went back to his hotel room without fucking you I was probably as
disappointed as you were. I wanted to watch him do it. But I
never expected to be anything but a voyeur, watching quietly from
the side."

"To be honest," he continued, "I'm as shocked by my behavior as
you are. I am embarrassed to admit it, but I have had some
submissive fantasies. But I wasn't in them. I have fantasized
about you in a submissive relationship. I'm really confused by my
own behavior right now. I guess I'm willing to go along for the
ride until one of us starts having a problem with it. It is
exciting."

I leaned over and kissed him and asked, "You're not mad at me?"

He shook his head and pulled my hand over and let it rest on his
hard cock. He said, "No, I'm not mad. But I am definitely going
to want seconds."

I squeezed his cock and said, "Any time Jarrod. But we need to
talk later. This is exciting. But it is scary too. I don't want
to fuck up our marriage."

We heard Blake coming down the hall then and Jarrod nodded. We
came to our feet and faced the door. Just before Blake came in we
stopped holding hands as if we were doing something wrong.

Blake came in and went over to my dresser. He picked up the butt
plug and went over to his suit coat and got the lubricant out of
his pocket. He turned and said, "I'm going to look through your
clothes and pick out something for you to wear to work tomorrow.
While I'm doing that I want you to put this in my new boy. Once
you get it in him I want you to lie down and let my boy eat your
pussy and get it nice and wet for me."

He handed me the butt plug and the lubricant and said, "Get on
the bed on your hands and knees boy."

Jarrod looked at me nervously, but he removed the panties that
Blake had ordered him to put on earlier and turned and got up on
the bed. Once Blake saw that Jarrod was obeying he turned and
went into my closet. I began to lube my husband's ass the way
that Blake had done it for me earlier.

I stretched him out with my greasy fingers just like Blake had
done, and then I put more grease on the plug and began to gently
work it into Jarrod's ass. It was a very strange feeling, to be
fucking my husband's ass. 

I worked it in a little at a time and each time I gently pushed a
little more of it in, Jarrod would grunt in pain. I knew just how
he felt. But we both had our orders and I kept it up until his
asshole closed around the base of the damned thing. 

Jarrod seemed to be having trouble breathing with that awful
thing inside of him and I knew that it wouldn't get much easier.
I had that thing in me all the way home this evening and I had to
leave it in until Jarrod got home from work. It never got easier.


I wiped my fingers clean on some tissue and then I pulled down
the covers and got on the bed. Once I was comfortable, Jarrod
moved between my legs and began to eat my pussy. 

I had an incredible orgasm almost as soon as his tongue touched
me. I grabbed the sheet with both hands and tossed and turned
uncontrollably. Jarrod put his arms around my thighs and held on
tight and he never stopped licking. 

I came down off of that orgasm and I was building quickly towards
another when Blake came out of my closet and stood at the side of
our bed watching. We were instantly aware of him but we didn't
stop what we were doing. 

Blake placed my hand around his cock and let us continue until I
was nearing a second orgasm. I got substantially closer the
moment I felt my fingers wrap around that big black cock. As soon
as he saw me approaching orgasm he ordered Jarrod to stop. I
groaned in frustration, but Jarrod sat up and moved out of the
way immediately.

Blake got on the bed and I looked up at him as he knelt between
my legs. He was almost god-like looming over me like that. He had
a physique that seemed flawless. He was muscular without being
muscle bound.  His chest and his arms were large and when he
moved his muscles rippled. His stomach was firm and flat and his
six-pack was prominent. His skin was black and smooth and shiny
and appeared unblemished in any way. I was truly in awe of this
man. He was the embodiment of the term, "The Perfect Man."

He stared down at me for a long time. I wasn't sure if he was
delaying to give me time to think about what we were about to do
or if he was just enjoying the view of my body laying beneath him
and ready for the taking.

He asked quietly, "Are you ready for your first black cock?"

I didn't even hesitate. I gasped out, "God yes!" in a breathless
voice that was dripping with passion.

He leaned down then, resting his weight on his arms and I felt
his large cock come to rest on my belly.

He continued to stare in my eyes but when he spoke it was to my
husband. He said, "Jarrod, line my cock up with your wife's cunt
so that I can fuck her now. She needs it very badly. We don't
want to tease her any longer."

I felt Jarrod reach between us and I felt the head of Blake's
magnificent cock as my husband wedged it into my opening. As soon
as it was in place, Blake started slowly sliding it into my very
wet and eager opening. 

I felt my pussy stretching more than it had ever been stretched
before and it felt wonderful. With the absence of pain my fear
quickly dissipated. This was beyond fantastic!

He pressed his cock into me in a long, slow, steady motion until
his pubic hair was tangled in mine. He rested on top of me then,
with nine hard inches of incredibly thick black cock filling me
like I had never been filled before. It felt so hot inside of me,
and so huge.

My eyes were having trouble focusing as he gently ground his
pelvis against me. I was gasping for breath and my arms went up
and wrapped around his waist. I tried to pull him down on top of
me but he was immovable. My legs wound around his and I ground my
pussy against him. I heard myself making strange noises. It
sounded like I was crying. But I wasn't. I was in heaven!

Jarrod was still beside us, but I wasn't aware of him any longer.
At that moment Blake was my entire world. I had no more
questions. I had no more doubts, no more reservations. If he had
told me at that moment that he was going to make me have sex with
a dog I would have agreed wholeheartedly. At that moment he owned
me. 

He finally started moving inside of me. His movements started out
very slowly, giving me time to adjust. I felt his long hard cock
slowly leaving my body and I was torn. I didn't want him to ever
take his cock out of me. But the pleasure I received when he
moved it inside of me was unlike anything I had ever experienced
before. 

I gasped and I moaned and I groaned and I heard myself panting
and making wordless little noises. I sounded like a puppy whining
for its mother.

Blake drew his cock back until the large knob at the tip was just
about to slip free and then he pushed it in again. As it entered
me I called out, "Oh god yes! Yes! Fuck me with that beautiful
cock! You beautiful son of a bitch...FUCK ME!!!"

I don't remember exactly. But I think I started cumming on his
third stroke and I was in an almost continual state of orgasm for
as long as he kept pounding that thing into me. As he went on his
strokes became more violent, more primitive. It was easy to
imagine that I was being raped by a large, violent black man and
it was like I had been slammed down right in the middle of one of
those nasty stories as Blake fucked me. And I just kept having
orgasm after screaming orgasm until he sped up right at the end
and then made a sound like a raging bull and I knew that his
massive cock was filling my pussy with more cum than it had ever
experienced before.

A woman can tell when a man is cumming inside of her of course.
But she can't actually feel the cum inside of her. At least that
was what I had always thought. But when Blake filled me with cum
there was so much of it that I'm sure I felt the heat of it
inside of me.

In those last two minutes I went right out of my mind with lust.
I bucked up against him as he fucked me brutally. I lifted my
head up and I licked the sweat from his chest. At the very end I
was afraid that I was going to lose consciousness. I didn't want
to do that. I didn't want to miss a second of the most exciting
fuck of my life.

And then it was over. 

Blake remained over me for a long time. My eyes struggled to
focus on him and I pulled my arms from around him and moved them
over his chest and up to his face. I held his face in my hands
and looked up at him worshipfully. I felt like I should say
something. I didn't want to say 'I love you', I didn't love him.
But something had to be said at that moment. Finally I whispered,
"Thank you."

He smiled and I felt him slowly slide his softening cock out of
me. It was soft now, but it was still larger than any other cock
I had ever had inside of me. I closed my eyes and shivered in
pleasure as it came free. 

For the first time since he started fucking me I remembered my
husband. I looked over at the look of awe on his face. I hoped
that this wouldn't turn out to be a deal breaker for him. Because
I had just cheated on my husband, and I loved it! But when I saw
the look on his face I relaxed just a little. I could see that he
had enjoyed watching nearly as much as I had enjoyed getting
fucked by this perfect man.

As I said earlier, I felt a little guilty. But this had been the
best sex that I ever had. The thought that Jarrod would decide
that he couldn't handle it, that we couldn't do it again, that
terrified me. Because I wasn't sure that I could give this up now
that I had found it. So I was really relieved when I saw how
turned on he was.

I reached out and guided Jarrod's head around until our eyes met.
He was stunned. He was just as stunned as I had been. I quietly
asked, "Do you still want seconds?"

He smiled and said, "Fuck that was hot! Are you hurt? Are you
alright?"

I sighed and said, "Oh Jarrod! I'm wonderful!"

Blake interrupted our little love fest to ask, "Do you really
want to fuck my bitch, boy?"

Jarrod looked up at Blake and groaned, "God yes!"

Blake said, "You are going to have to earn it. The bitch really
made a mess of my cock. You clean that up and I'll let you fuck
her."

I saw him glance down at Blake's soft cock, covered now with
traces of his cum and my juices. I thought sure that he was going
to be sick. I could tell that he was trying to make up his mind
about just how badly he wanted to fuck me.

Blake said, "Make up your mind boy. If I have to go my room like
this I'm taking her with me."

I didn't think he'd do it. I was shocked when I saw him slowly
lower his face to Blake's cock and take it into his mouth. I was
even more shocked when I realized that watching my husband suck
on Blake's cock was sending waves of pleasure through my body.
And I have no idea why. I should have been disgusted. Instead I
shivered with excitement. Maybe it was because we were sharing
something forbidden and nasty. I really didn't put too much
effort into analyzing it. I was having too much fun.

Blake let my husband suck his cock for a couple of seconds before
he pushed him away. He was still pretty nasty. I think he just
wanted to establish a tighter hold over him, establish the fact
that Blake was setting the boundaries, not us.

Blake stood up and pointed out the clothing that he had selected
for me to wear to work tomorrow. I honestly didn't pay that much
attention. I was still looking at the world through lust glazed
eyes. On his way out of the room Blake said, "After my boy fucks
you, I want you to take that think out of his ass the same way he
took it out of yours earlier."

I had forgotten all about that damned but plug!

Blake left and Jarrod stretched out beside me. I had expected him
to attack me immediately. I had seen the lust on his face when
Blake was finished. But instead he took me into his arms and we
kissed and touched for a moment first. His hands moved over my
sweat soaked body but neither one of us needed foreplay. Not
tonight. 

Jarrod was soon on top of me and sliding his cock into my
thoroughly fucked pussy. I think we were both relieved at how
good it felt. I was afraid that after Blake had stretched me out
with his cock I might not get the same pleasure from Jarrod's
that I usually did. But that wasn't the case. It felt just as
nice as it always had. There was the extra pleasure of being
fucked by the man I love. 

But the excitement of being taken, being raped was missing. In a
brief moment of lucidness I realized that I didn't want to give
up either now that I had experienced them both. I liked that
violent fuck that Blake had subjected me to. I liked that a lot.
I liked being a helpless victim. 

Taken. That has become such an erotic word.

Jarrod fucked me for a long time and I came twice before he
stopped and said in a desperate voice, "I can't cum with this
damned thing inside of me! It's too big!"

I was afraid of disobeying Blake though and I don't know why. He
had made no threats. I wasn't afraid that he would do something
violent. Maybe afraid was the wrong word. It wasn't fear exactly.
I just felt compelled to obey his orders. 

I responded, "You can do it, Jarrod. Try again. I'm afraid of
what he'll do if he catches us disobeying him or lying to him."

Jarrod groaned and renewed his efforts. After several more
minutes I reached his back and pressed against the base of the
plug in his ass and he gasped, his body stiffened and he cried
out and started cumming violently. As he came his body jerked
around spasmodically unlike anything we had experienced before. 

After he came he collapsed on top of me for a few moments and his
body continued to twitch uncontrollably for several minutes. 

When he was finally able to speak, Jarrod said, "Oh my god! I've
never felt anything like that! I have never...Jesus! I must
have...oh my god!"

He caught his breath and finally finished his thought. "I have
never had an orgasm like that before in my life. It was awful.
But I must have cum a quart!"

He groaned as he rolled off of me and he reached back and started
to remove the plug from his ass. I grabbed his arm and stopped
him. 

Jarrod said, "He'll never know."

I said, "We'll know. I'm afraid I couldn't lie to him if he asked
me. For some reason I have to do what I'm told. If I don't then
this won't be the fantasy. Get back up on your hands and knees.
We'll do it the way he wants us to. You did it. I guess I can
handle it."

Jarrod got up on his knees and I spread the cheeks of his butt
and struggled to grasp the base of the plug in my teeth. It was a
lot harder than I thought it would be. But I finally got a good
grip on it and pulled it out slowly. 

I took it into the bathroom and placed it in the sink while I sat
on the toilet. I emptied my bladder and then let the cum drain
out of me for a few moments. I washed the plug off and brushed my
teeth. 

While I was brushing my teeth, Jarrod warmed up the shower and we
took a nice long shower together. While he was brushing his teeth
I put clean sheets on the bed. It wasn't until I was making the
bed that I noticed what Blake had set out for me to wear to work
tomorrow.

I was not amused. I couldn't possibly wear that skimpy dress to
work. It was a little sundress I had bought when we were on
vacation. We had bought it for just one reason. We bought it to
show me off to every stranger we passed. I had been nervous
wearing it around Las Vegas where so many other women were
dressed the same way. 

It was the first time I had ever dressed in anything so sexy, so
revealing. It exposed so much of my breasts that a little of the
areolae peeked out. The skirt was so short that the very bottom
of my ass cheeks was frequently visible in the back and everyone
around me knew what color my underwear was. And that was standing
up. Forget about sitting down! It had been exciting, wearing that
tiny thing around Vegas and Jarrod and I had spent a lot of
exciting nights in bed because of that little dress. But I
couldn't wear it to work!

I was standing there, staring at that dress when Jarrod came out
of our bathroom and noticed what I was looking at. He stood
behind me and put his arms around me and kissed my neck. 

I leaned back in his arms and enjoyed being held for a moment. We
stood like that for a long moment before he quietly said, "Looks
like you have a decision to make in the morning."

I nodded and then we went to bed. We cuddled in the dark and I
think that we both found it easier to talk about what had
happened, and how we felt about, with the lights out. 

Jarrod had already known that I had a submissive streak in me.
But I had been shocked to learn that he did too. He explained, "I
fantasized about it when I was young. But in my fantasies there
were never any other men involved. I used to masturbate to
fantasies of girls telling me what to do when I first started
masturbating.  I was only thirteen or fourteen at the time. But
once I started having sex regularly those fantasies went away.
Then later, recently, I started having fantasies about you being
dominated by other men. I don't even know where they come from.
When I saw him touch you in the pool last night though, Christ! I
almost screamed at him to fuck you! But I certainly never
imagined doing the things I did tonight."

We talked about how we felt about what had happened and how we
felt about continuing this strange relationship. I was more
interested in continuing than Jarrod was, though he wasn't
opposed to it. He would have preferred to be sitting on the side
and observing. But he was willing to experiment a little, as long
as no one got hurt."

We were quiet for a long time before he said, "I never came like
that before in my life. It felt so good that it hurt."

In the morning I got dressed and went down to make coffee. I felt
nearly naked in that little dress. Hell, I was nearly naked! It
was even worse without underwear. Blake liked it though. He liked
it a lot.

Jarrod had his usual coffee in a travel mug and hurried into his
office. After he left, Blake informed me that we would be
exercising after work in the company gym. I had told him when we
were getting acquainted that I normally exercised every evening
after work. 

I told him that I had to go up and get my gym bag with my workout
clothes and he followed me up the stairs. I was conscious all the
way up that my pussy and a large portion of my ass were exposed
to him as I climbed the stairs. By the time we reached the
landing I was wet.

We went to my room and I had to show Blake what I wore when I
exercised. He shook his head and said, "No. That won't do."

He ordered me to get one of Jarrod's t-shirts and my loosest
shorts. He held the shirt up to my body and marked a spot on the
shirt, just a fraction of an inch below my breasts. Then he asked
me for some scissors. 

I got them out of my nightstand and he cut the bottom of the
t-shirt off. Then he cut a large, upside down V shaped piece of
cloth out of both the sides of the shorts all the way up to the
waistband. That was my new exercise outfit. I put them in my gym
bag without trying them on. I didn't really have to try them on.
I could just imagine how exposed I was going to be when I put
that tiny outfit on to exercise in front of the men in the gym.

I hadn't worn the dress Blake had selected in the three years
since we returned from our vacation in Las Vegas. But I still
remembered what it looked like when I sat down. Only this time,
when I sat down in the passenger seat of Blake's care, I wasn't
wearing underwear. My pussy was totally exposed.

He reached over and patted my pussy and let his hand rest there
as he drove us to work. 

I felt my pussy getting wetter as we drove and I finally said,
"Blake, if you keep that up I'm going to stain your car seat."

He chuckled and said, "I can live with that. I like the feel of
your warm pussy. It comforts me."

By the time we got to the parking garage my pussy was soaking
wet. I would have been perfectly happy to be bent over the hood
of the car with my dress up over my ass and fucked hard before
going inside.

The walk from the car to the elevator, and from the elevator to
my office was made in silence, stunned silence. Everyone that saw
me, and there can be no question that everyone in the vicinity
saw me, stopped whatever they were doing and whatever they were
saying and stared as I walked past. Those stunned expressions
followed me all the way to my office. 

I probably could have lived with most of the people seeing me
like this. What was most disturbing was that one of the Anderson
brothers saw me in the corridor. The senior Mr. Anderson had
retired several years ago and died a short time later. The
company was now run by his two sons.

I saw him do a double take and then stop walking and turn around
to watch as I walked to my office. I had met him a few times. I
knew that he knew who I was. There was nothing that I could do
about it now but it looked like the shit was about to hit the
fan.

When we got to our office I asked, "Blake, did you see that? One
of the Andersons saw me. I'm going to be in trouble now."

Blake smiled and said, "Oh, I think you'll figure something
out."

I didn't know what the hell he meant by that.

We finally got some work done this morning. Blake kept his hands
off of me. I was supposed to insert that vibrating egg as soon as
we got in to the office but he realized we had to get some work
done and he told me to put it in my drawer for later, after we
got caught up. 

I was finally able to do my job and go over the contents of the
files that I kept on the clients that Blake and I were
responsible for.

I had been concentrating so hard that I had forgotten all about
what happened this morning. Right up until our office door opened
at a little after nine and Dominic Anderson entered. 

He was one of the two sons in Anderson and Sons. Dominic was the
younger son, but he was in his early fifties. I had met him
several times and he seemed very nice. I had seen his older
brother, Anthony, around the building. But I had never actually
met him.

Blake and I stopped what we were doing and looked up when the
door opened and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw
who it was. Mr. Anderson had never come into my office before. 

He came over and stood at the side of my desk and asked Blake if
he was settling in alright. 

Blake sat back and smiled confidently and said, "Yes sir. I know
I'm going to like it here. Paula and her husband have taken be in
and given me a place to stay until I get a place of my own.
Everyone has been very nice."

Mr. Anderson was listening and smiling, but he was staring down
at my exposed pussy while Blake responded.

There was an uncomfortable silence after Blake finished speaking
and then Mr. Anderson asked Blake, "What do you suppose accounts
for the way that Paula is dressed today? You don't suppose she is
trying to entice you into some sort of illicit relationship do
you, Blake?"

Blake smiled and answered easily, "No Mr. Anderson. I've already
fucked her. She and her husband are my slaves now. Since there is
nothing romantic and since her husband is also my slave I didn't
think that would violate the company policy on fraternization.
You don't have a problem with it do you?"

I made a noise, something between a shriek and a squeak and
exclaimed, "Blake! How could you!"

Blake continued, "I told her to wear this dress today. I have
also ordered not to wear underwear again. I hope that isn't a
problem either."

Mr. Anderson smiled and said, "I suppose that I could overlook
it. She certainly is attractive dressed this way. Is she a good
fuck? I have always thought that she was very sexy."

Blake responded in a calm, conversational tone of voice, "Would
you like to fuck her? I enjoyed it. She has a nice tight pussy.
And I love that red pubic hair. I've never fucked a redhead
before."

Mr. Anderson's eyes never left me. He said, "I've never fucked a
redhead either. Yes Blake, I'd like that very much. Thank you for
your generous offer."

Blake asked, "Would you like me to leave? Or would you like to
take her to your office?"

I was dumbfounded, totally unable to speak. They were discussing
fucking me as if I were a prostitute! But I sat mute while the
conversation happened around me.

Mr. Anderson said, "I don't think that there's any need to go to
my office. You don't have to leave though. In fact, it might be a
good idea if you went over and stood by the door so that no one
can come in for the next few minutes."

Blake stood up and said, "Stand up, Paula. Get out of that dress
and do whatever Mr. Anderson tells you to do."

I stood up. Even though I was in shock I still obeyed. My shaking
fingers struggled with the buttons that held my dress closed and
then I was naked in front of yet another man. My boss!

Mr. Anderson smiled and said, "Beautiful! Just beautiful! You are
a lucky man Blake."

From across the room Blake responded, "I want you to feel free to
use her any time you feel like it sir. You can even come over to
the house and fuck her in front of her husband if you would like.
I did that last night. I have never fucked a woman in front of
her husband before. It was quite a turn on. I got a big kick out
of making him place my cock in her pussy and then I made him suck
my cock clean after I fucked her. I've never owned a slave before
but I'm really enjoying it."

Mr. Anderson's hand was exploring my body now. He responded, "I
think I'd get a kick out of that too, Blake. I can see where you
are going to advance rapidly in this organization. You are a real
go-getter. I admire your initiative. And you work so quickly!
Amazing!"

My mind started functioning again as Mr. Anderson took his time
and felt me up in the office. The first thing that popped into my
mind was that I had never been so embarrassed in my life. This
was even more embarrassing than exposing myself in a porn shop
and letting Blake insert a plastic egg inside of me.

My very next thought was that I was so incredibly aroused. I
hated being humiliated, and I loved it! It turned me the fuck
on!

When Mr. Anderson finally worked his fingers inside of my tight
pussy he smiled when he realized how wet I was. He looked me
right in the eyes and said, "Jesus, Paula! I never realized what
a slut you were!"

I whispered, "I wasn't aware of it either, sir."

He pulled his finger out of me and held it to my lips. I sucked
it clean while he stared at me. Long after it was clean I
continued to suck his finger like a small cock. He watched me for
a few moments and then he took his hand away and began to rapidly
unfasten his pants. 

I dropped to my knees and helped him pull his pants down to his
knees. When his cock was free I took it into my mouth and sucked
it eagerly. His cock was about the same size as my husband's and
I was able to really go to town on it. 

He apparently liked what I was doing because in no time at all he
grabbed my head and held me still and I tasted his cum as it
filled my mouth.

I waited until he was finished cumming and then I swallowed his
surprisingly large load. But I still had the head of his cock in
my mouth and after I swallowed I gently slid my lips down until
his entire cock was in my mouth. 

He shivered and gasped for breath at first. But then he calmed
down and I felt his cock quickly growing hard again. I sucked him
for a few moments after his cock was once more hard and
throbbing. He relaxed and enjoyed what I was doing for a few
minutes before he pulled me to my feet and turned me around. 

I knew what he wanted. It was pretty obvious. I bent down over my
desk and spread my legs for him. I felt the head of his cock
fumble blindly for the entrance to my pussy but before I could
reach down and guide him in he located the opening he sought and
his cock sank into me all the way to the hilt.

I groaned in pleasure as another strange cock invaded my body.
God, it was true! I am a slut! I love it!

I reached down while my boss fucked me and played with my clit. I
reached orgasm quickly and I had to bite my lip to keep from
screaming my pleasure out to everyone in the fucking building!

When I came my pussy clamped down on my boss's cock and he
groaned and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ! You hot fucking bitch!"

He leaned over me and reached around and grabbed my tits and
started squeezing them roughly. He was so rough that it hurt. And
that was all I needed to make me cum again. I came several more
times before Mr. Anderson finally came a second time. I felt him
tense up and he moaned in pleasure. Then he fell over my back,
his body limp, his hands still gripping my tits loosely and
kneading them gently.

It was a long moment before he finally managed to release my tits
and place his hands on the desk on either side of me. He pushed
himself back to his feet and as soon as he was standing on his
own Blake said, "Get down there and clean that mess up, bitch. He
can't put his pants on like that."

I slid to the floor and turned around. His cock was right in my
face and it was definitely a smelly mess. It was a very nasty
thing to do. But for some reason the idea of it was very
exciting. 

I leaned forward and kissed the sensitive head of my boss's cock.
He shivered at my touch, but he remained still while I opened my
mouth and sucked his soft cock in all the way to the base and
gently sucked it clean. 

I looked up as I sucked our combined juices from his cock. I
don't know what I expected to see on his face. I think I expected
to see disgust or revulsion. Instead I saw a man's face glowing
with pleasure and satisfaction, total satisfaction. As strange as
it probably seems, I was extremely proud of myself at that
moment.

I finally released his cock and helped him put his pants back on.
He watched me and when he was dressed he said, "We will be doing
this again, often."

Then he turned to Blake and said, "And I am intrigued by your
offer, Blake. I remember Jarrod. He was a real live wire when he
worked here. I was sorry that we couldn't match the offer that
lured him away from us. I find that the idea of fucking his wife
in front of him really turns me on."

He paused thoughtfully for a moment and then he said, "I really
like the way your mind works young man. You have a real future
with this company. I'm going to see to it personally."

Mr. Anderson watched me putting my dress back on and asked, "Is
that a new dress? I know I would have remembered it if I had seen
it before."

I answered, "No sir, we bought it when we were on vacation in
Vegas three years ago. I wore it once when we were there. I
haven't worn it since. Not until Blake made me wear it to work
today."

My boss smiled and said, "You need to get some more of those. I
like that. I like it a lot. I doubt if they sell anything like
that around here. You may have to find them on the internet."

He looked at Blake again and said, "Get her some more of these.
They really dress up the place. I'll be more than happy to pay
for them."

Blake smiled and said, "I'll have her look for some when we get
home tonight, Mr. Anderson."

Mr. Anderson stopped at the door to speak quietly with Blake for
a moment and then he smiled at me and left. We were alone again.
As he walked back to my desk Blake smiled and said, "That went
well."

I went to the ladies room to clean up. Once more I stopped
traffic as everyone I passed me in the corridor. Man or woman,
they all stopped to stare as I went by. People that I knew and
who usually spoke to me stared mutely as I went past. I felt like
an antelope that was being cut out of the herd by a lion. I was
no longer one of them. I was a curious creature to be stared at
and kept at a distance. I hoped that I was not about to be
consumed.

I freshened up and hurried back to my office. By lunch time we
had worked through almost all of the files. There were only a
half dozen left for this afternoon.

At 11:30, Blake stood and said, "Come on. We are going for an
early lunch. I want to beat the rush."

I stood and grabbed my purse and we went out of the building and
turned in the same direction we had walked when we went out
yesterday. I was afraid that we were going back to that porn shop
but we only walked a block and stopped at a nice little
restaurant with sidewalk seating. 

Blake took a table and directed me to sit at the next table, eat
lunch and be friendly. I wasn't sure what he meant by that. 

We had just taken our seats when Mr. Anderson came up and joined
Blake at his table. They both sat so that they could see me. I
nodded to him but except for a quick smile he acted as if he
didn't know me. 

I sat there nervously, fully aware that my pussy was on display.
There were a lot of empty tables. It was still fifteen minutes
before the lunch crowd would come pouring out of the buildings. I
knew from past experience that the tables around me would fill up
quickly when workers started rushing outside to eat lunch on this
beautiful day.

Blake got my attention and ordered me to pull my chair out a
little further. He quietly instructed me not to cross my legs and
he suggested that I unbutton the top button on my dress. 

That last order was scary. My areolae were peeking out as it was.
I looked around to make sure no one was watching and then, as
discreetly as possible I unbuttoned my top button. I carefully
released the fabric and as it relaxed I was dismayed to see that
one of my nipples could be clearly seen if you looked at me from
the right angle. I started to try to tuck it in but Blake frowned
and shook his head.

That was when the young waiter approached. He had just barely
finished telling me his name when he realized how much of my body
was on display. He gaped at me as if he had never seen a woman
nearly naked in public before.

I glanced at Blake and Mr. Anderson and they were having a very
hard time not laughing out loud.

My waiter finally managed to tell me what the lunch specials
were. I suppose that he was having trouble talking with that hard
on. I ordered a glass of tea and a salad and the poor guy finally
tore his eyes away and moved over to the next table. 

I attempted to find a position that didn't expose so much of me.
The only options that I had seemed to be exposed and more
exposed. The tables around me began filling up immediately and
all through lunch I was stared at by dozens of men and even a few
women who, much to my surprise, seemed to be amused.

Half way through lunch two men in their mid thirties who had been
standing nearby waiting for a table asked if they could join me.
They explained that they were in a hurry and couldn't wait for a
table. I glanced at Blake and he nodded. I had no choice then. I
invited them to sit down. 

They got served instantly. The waiter had been rushing over and
filling my glass almost every time I took a sip of my tea. As
soon as the waiter left they introduced themselves and the
brasher of the two men smiled and said, "I love your dress. I
especially love how much of you it doesn't cover."

I blushed and thanked him. They were staring at my exposed pussy
and my nipples which were gradually becoming more exposed as I
moved my arms to eat and drink. The top of my dress was slowly
spreading farther apart.

I was incredibly embarrassed, and just like earlier, I realized
that I was exceedingly aroused. I knew that when I finally stood
up I was going to leave a wet spot on my seat cushion.

The men tried to engage me in conversation and it was obvious
that they were trying to pick me up. I was friendly but
noncommittal. I assumed that was what Blake wanted. I constantly
glanced over at them and they were obviously bemused by how
uncomfortable I was as I entertained these two strange men.

Just before lunch was over, one of the men leaned closer and
asked, "Are you a prostitute?"

At first I was shocked. But then I realized that it hadn't been
that farfetched a question, given the way that I was dressed. 

I smiled and shook my head.

He reached over and placed his hand on my upper thigh and asked,
"You are with those two men at the next table, aren't you? You
keep looking over at them. Are you doing this for their
amusement?"

I glanced at Blake and I knew he had heard the question. But he
didn't give me any indication of how I should respond.

I turned back to the man who was easing his hand up my thigh as
he waited for an answer and finally I said, "Yes, I am with them.
The black gentleman is my owner. I am his slave. The other man is
my employer. And yes, I am doing this because it amuses them."

The man's fingers finally reached my pussy and I gasped at his
touch. When I didn't object his fingers slid inside of me. He
never once looked around to see if anyone was watching. I noticed
one person at a nearby table staring in disbelief and I was too
embarrassed to look around beyond that.

The man whose fingertips were now tickling my slit turned to
smile at Blake and quietly said, "You lucky bastard!"

Blake smiled and nodded. He and Mr. Anderson stood up then and
Blake grabbed my check. He put it with his and Mr. Anderson's and
left some money. Then he said to the man who was worming is
finger inside of me, "Yes, I am a lucky bastard and I know it.
She is just as hot in bed as she looks. Thank you for keeping her
warm for me."

The stranger finally removed his hand as Blake helped me to my
feet. Blake smiled and said, "I'm sorry gentlemen. I know it's
cruel. But we need her back at the office."

Blake said to me then, "Button that button before we get back to
the office. I don't want to have to bail you out of jail for
indecent exposure."

Back at the office we finished going through the files and Blake
ordered me to put the vibrating egg back in my pussy. We
continued to work then, but it wasn't long before I was having
trouble concentrating. 

He kept turning it up and down and bringing me close to the point
of orgasm. But he never let me cum. He played that game until
quitting time. Then he ordered me to remove the egg and lick it
clean. 

It wasn't even a problem for me. I was so turned on right then
there is nothing I wouldn't have done. I was aware enough to
realize that I was quickly losing all of my inhibitions. But I
didn't care. I liked being Blake's slut.

I left the egg in the middle of my desk again. I realized that he
was making me leave it out in the open on purpose. It was just
one more way of humiliating me.

I grabbed my gym bag and my purse and we went down to the gym on
the seventh floor. This floor had once been occupied by another
company that had outgrown the space and moved. The Andersons took
over the lease and turned it into a nice gym and added a sauna
and a couple of hot tubs. When they first opened it up it had
been very popular. But after a while the vast majority of the
people had returned to their couch potato lifestyles. Now there
were about a dozen people out of the hundreds that worked here
that used the facilities. And except for very rare exceptions I
was the only female among them.

We went down to the locker rooms and I went in and put on the
altered outfit that Blake had prepared for me. I put my dress in
a locker and stepped into the shorts. The guys were going to love
these! My hips and half of the sides of my ass cheeks were
exposed, even when I was standing still. When I moved, what
little remained of the front flipped up offering generous peeks
at my pubic hair. I could just imagine what would be on display
when I was stretched out on the exercise benches and started
straining with the equipment.

I put on the cut off t-shirt and it was immediately obvious that
I should have put it on before we cut the bottom half of it off.
We failed to take the width of my body into consideration. I put
it on and pulled it down over my breasts and the material only
just barely covered my nipples. I had only to lift my arms to
shoulder height to expose them. I knew that every time I lay down
on my back to exercise it was going to slide up, completely
exposing my breasts. 

I prayed that he would see what this outfit looked like and
realize that I couldn't exercise in this. Or at least that was
what my conscious mind was thinking. I was aware of that tingle
in my belly at the prospect of going out there in front of all of
those guys that I had gotten to know over the years as we
exercised together and exposing myself.

I put my tennis shoes on, took a deep breath, pulled my shirt
down over my tits again and went out into the corridor. Blake was
waiting for me outside the door. He looked at me and smiled. He
exclaimed, "Even better than I imagined! Beautiful!"

I sighed and said, "Blake, look at this!"

I lifted my arms and exposed my nipples. 

He smiled and said, "That should raise the heart rates this
afternoon. We are going out there and exercise now. You are to
use every machine and do every exercise. When something gets
exposed, well, so much the better."

I groaned at the prospect, but I knew very well that I had mixed
emotions about this. I turned to go through the door into the gym
and begin my exercise routine but as I did, Blake said, "And
Paula, I don't want you to say no to anyone this afternoon. If
someone touches you, you just smile and let them. If someone
bends you over a bench and fucks you, you just smile and let
them."

I actually wasn't that surprised. In fact, when I saw myself in
this outfit I figured out that he might just have something like
that in mind. Once more I had those mixed feelings. But the
feeling that was strongest of all was lust. I actually hoped that
one of my friends, one of the nice guys that I had been
exercising with for years now, would throw me over a bench and
rape me hard. 

It occurred to me that when I got a free moment I was going to
have to email my favorite author and tell him what was happening
to me because of his stories. I was certain he would enjoy
hearing about it. Maybe he could write a story about me!

I normally exercised in a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
So when I walked through that door and the guys looked up and saw
me enter with my tits partially exposed and my shorts flipping up
to expose my pubic hair every few steps every movement in the
room came to a sudden stop. The room became totally quiet.

There were eight men in the room. I was relieved to see that
there were no other women exercising this evening. I was
embarrassed enough as it was. I knew all of these men casually
from meeting them in here five nights a week for the last several
years. We were the core of the regulars. We had all talked and
joked over the years and there had never been anything untoward
in our relationships. I was a happily married woman and they were
all happily married men. 

Not one of these men had ever made a pass at me. Some of the
jokes we had shared were off color, but I was the first to tell
an off color joke in here. The men had always let me set the
standards for our behavior.

The men all stared as I moved to an exercise bike and started my
warm up. Blake had given me a head start and a minute later he
came in and took a seat on a bike that was far enough away that
it wouldn't look like we were together.

It was several long minutes before the men began to slowly resume
their workouts. Every few minutes, as someone would finish a set
on one of the machines they would come over and introduce
themselves to Blake and chat for a moment while staring openly at
me.

After a brief conversation with Blake, most of them came over and
looked at all of the flesh I was exposing. As they stared at my
exposed flesh they either asked if everything was okay since I
had missed two days of exercise or they would comment
enthusiastically on my new workout clothes.

I had glanced down as I pedaled and I was aware that my shorts
were little more than a loincloth. They only just barely remained
in place over my increasingly wet slit. I soon came to realize
that I should have chosen a darker color for my shorts. There was
a growing damp spot over my pussy. Silly me! I had thought that
my situation couldn't get any worse!

I pedaled my ass off for fifteen minutes and then I went to the
first exercise machine. I reset the resistance and sat down. I
could feel every eye in the place staring at me as I lay back and
as I knew it would, my shirt slid up, baring my breasts. 

Every machine in the place came to a stop once more as I reached
up and grabbed the handles on the crossbar and started pushing. I
normally did three sets of twenty reps on this machine. I heard
the men starting to gather around by the time I had done half a
dozen reps. 

My tits were completely exposed and I didn't have the nerve to
look down but I was sure that at least some of my pubic hair was
peeking out from under my shorts. I was equally certain that the
wet spot over my pussy was growing quickly. 

I felt a gang bang coming on, just like in those stories I had
been reading lately. But I wasn't nervous any longer. I knew that
if one of these men didn't grow a set of balls and take charge
soon I was going to rip off my own clothes and start screaming
for someone to fuck me. I needed some cock!

One of the men must have finally read my mind. I heard Brad say,
"Fuck this!" He stepped up and put his hand on the bar I was
struggling to push up and asked, "What has gotten into you,
Paula? Are you being forced to do this?"

I stopped what I was doing and lowered my arms. I crossed them
over my stomach without making any effort to cover myself. I
smiled at Brad and said, "No Brad. I am not being forced or
blackmailed or coerced in any way. I have just made a few changes
in my life lately. I hope you don't mind."

He smiled and said, "I'm pretty sure that none of us mind. But
you know what happens to girls that dress the way you are don't
you?"

I asked innocently, "What happens to them Brad? Do they get
fucked?"

I couldn't believe myself. I couldn't believe what I was hearing
coming out of my mouth. But then, neither could my friends.

Brad bent over and grabbed a tit with one hand while his mouth
pressed against mine. I felt more hands pulling my shorts off and
another hand was roughly groping my sopping wet pussy.

Brad didn't turn loose until the others began impatiently urging
him to quit fucking around. He lifted his lips and as he pinched
my nipple roughly he asked, "Have you ever been to a gang bang
Paula?"

I groaned and breathed, "No!"

He smiled and said, "You're at one now!"

The next thing I knew I was turned over onto my stomach and
twisted around so that the bench was supporting my stomach while
eight horny, sweaty men lined up, four in front of me and four
behind me. I had never experienced sex with two men at the same
time before. It was very exciting. Everything about this was
exciting. I love being a slut!

I was too busy to notice at the time, but while I was being
fucked violently and sucking one cock after another, two more men
came in. There were ten of them now and the sex just went on and
on. I don't think that anyone just fucked me once. In fact, I am
sure that everyone went through the line at least twice. It was
hard to keep track. But for the next three hours I got one hell
of a work out. 

I was getting much better at sucking cock now. But I was still a
little surprised when one of the men got carried away and about
half way through fucking my mouth he thrust a little harder than
usual and the head of his cock slid right into my throat.

A couple of the others saw it happen and I heard the excitement
in their voice as they commented on it. I didn't like doing it.
It didn't hurt, not at first anyway. It was uncomfortable though,
and I worried about what it might do to my throat. But after they
saw me do it the first time they all wanted to try it.

I struggled a little when the first man started trying to fuck my
throat. They had to hold me down and two of them used jump ropes
to tie my hands to the bench I was straddling and then tied my
torso down to the bench so that I was helpless.

I was in no position to stop them then. And they seemed to be
spurred on by seeing me helpless. By the time the gang bang ended
all ten men had at least tried it. Some didn't like it. Most,
unfortunately, thought it was pretty exciting.

I was just glad that none of them had cocks like Blake. 

I don't know why. I was not putting a lot of effort into what was
happening to me. I was just lying there and letting those men do
whatever they wanted to do to me. But when it was finally over I
was exhausted. 

The men stood around naked and talked and joked for a few minutes
before they untied me. I struggled to sit up and join in the
conversation. They wanted to make sure that I was okay and that I
wasn't upset about being tied up. I decided not to tell them that
when they tied me up they had doubled my pleasure. And they all
wanted to know what had come over me.

 Blake had been staying totally out of the way while my gang bang
had been taking place. Now he spoke up from his comfortable seat
on a piece of nearby equipment.
He said, "Gentlemen, I'm what came over her. Her sweet ass
belongs to me now. She wears what I tell her to wear and she
fucks whomever I tell her to fuck. I was in a generous mood
tonight so I thought everyone should have some. We can't do this
every night though. She has a fantastic cunt. I don't want to
fuck it up. But maybe we can work out a schedule for a scaled
back version of this in the future."

They stared at Blake in disbelief. Then they looked at me and I
smiled and nodded.

I heard several of them mutter, "Well I'll be damned!"

Brad turned to me and asked once more, "And you are not doing
this against your will?"

I shook my head.

He smiled and turned to Blake and said, "More power to you man!
You are my idol."

A lot of the men chuckled and there was a little more light
conversation. I was a mess and I stood up and wiped down the
bench and the surrounding floor with my towel. Then I mopped up
my thighs and my stomach and said, "I need to take a shower. I'm
a fucking mess."

Blake got up and put his arm around me and said, "Come on guys.
Let's go take a shower."

The twelve of us went to the men's locker room and took a nice
long shower. They all took turns washing me. The problem was the
same three parts of me were the only things getting washed.

Eventually everyone had a chance to grope me one last time before
I was allowed to rinse and then dry off. Then, still in the nude,
I crossed the hall to the women's locker room and got dressed.
When I came out, Blake was waiting for me with my new gym outfit
in his hands. 

He saw the smile I was unable to contain and asked, "Can I assume
you enjoyed yourself?"

I hurt my hand when I punched his shoulder and said, "I should
hate you! Fuck yes I enjoyed myself! Oh god, Blake. How could I
be twenty-eight years old and not know that I'm a slut?!"

He smiled and said, "You aren't exactly a slut, Paula. You are a
situational slut. There is a difference."

He took my arm and started leading me out but then that nagging
fear brought me up short again and I stopped. He turned to see
why I stopped and he saw the sudden look of concern on my face. I
asked quietly, "Are you sure you aren't going to fuck up my life,
my marriage?"

He smiled and said, "No Paula. We are having a little adventure.
Things will change. But they will change for the better. You will
finally know who you are."

I put my hand on his chest and looked up at him and asked, "Can
you take it a little easy on Jarrod?"

He lifted my hand and kissed the tip of my fingers and said,
"Would you have wanted me to stop those men in there?"

I blushed and shook my head.

He said, "Jarrod doesn't want me to take it easy on him. This is
his fantasy too. He won't be hurt unless you stop loving him. You
aren't going to stop loving him are you?"

I shook my head and replied, "No. I love him. But I'm afraid of
what will happen if he stops liking himself."

He said, "Don't worry. When he doesn't want to play anymore he'll
stop it. Then you two can go back to being who you are. Only this
time you will know who you are."

He took my arm and led me out to the elevator. I could only
respond, "I hope you're right."

I hadn't had a chance to tell Jarrod that I was going to be late.
I had no idea that I was going to be the guest of honor at my
very first gang bang. I called the house as Blake drove home but
there was no answer so he was probably still at work.

When we got home we went inside and I asked Blake what he would
like for supper. 

He smiled and said, "Pussy! I just watched an orgy and I want
some of that pussy that you were so generous with tonight."

It hadn't even occurred to me that he hadn't taken a turn. He had
only watched.

Oh well, it was too late to eat anyway. I took his hand and led
him upstairs. As we climbed the stairs I was unbuttoning my dress
and he was unbuttoning his shirt. I asked him why he had waited
until we got home and he said, "Some guys are funny about white
women that fuck black guys. They all know you do it now. But if
they actually saw you with a black cock in your pussy they might
not be able to handle it so well. Someone might give you a hard
time the next time you are in there by yourself."

I turned and took him by the lapels and stood on my toes and
kissed him. I said, "That is so sweet! For an arrogant black
bastard you can be so considerate! I don't give a fuck what they
think Blake! Don't let that be a concern for you. Not ever."

He turned me towards my bedroom and smacked my butt. He said,
"Get your honkey ass in there bitch. I'm going to fuck you until
you can't stand up."

 I was already naked by the time I got to the bedroom. I tossed
my dress aside and helped Blake undress. When he was naked he
picked me up and threw me down with my head hanging over the foot
of the bed.

He walked up and rubbed his half hard cock over my face and
pressed it against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him slide
his cock in and I started sucking as if my life depended on it.
His cock got hard very quickly and he continued sawing it in and
out of my mouth. I was starting to get used to that fat thing in
my mouth and I wasn't as intimidated as I had been last night. 

I thought about all of the cocks that I had taken in my throat
earlier this evening and I thought, "They aren't that much
smaller than this. A couple of them had been pretty damn thick!"

I reached around behind Blake and gripped the cheeks of his
muscular ass in my hands and I started pulling each time he
thrust into my mouth. 

He chuckled and said, "Oh no, my little slut. This ain't some
puny white boy's cock you can take down your throat. You just
behave yourself and I'll..."

That was when I gave it one last pull and his cock went right
down my throat.

I'll be honest. It wasn't like the others. It hurt. Not a lot.
But it hurt. And unlike with the others I couldn't breathe with
his cock in my throat. But I was so fucking proud of myself!

I let him go as he gasped, "I'll be a son of a bitch!"

He slowly pulled his cock free of my throat and I took a deep
breath and pulled him back down into my throat. It was a little
easier this time and it seemed like every time after that it got
a little easier. It hurt a little, but no more than a good hard
pinch on the nipple. And I liked that.

He didn't finish there though, in my throat I mean. He pulled out
and looked down at me. I looked up past that huge cock and I saw
the disbelief in his face. He shook his head and then he reached
down and picked me up and held me in his arms with my feet a foot
off the floor and his cock wedged between my thighs.

He wrapped his arms around me and said, "You fucking slut! I
can't fucking believe you. Did that hurt?"

I smiled and in a slightly raspy voice said, "A little. It wasn't
so bad. We could keep going if you want to."

He shook his head and tossed me back onto the bed. I had my head
on the pillow this time. He climbed up on top of me and I guided
his cock into my dripping wet pussy. He wasn't so gentle this
time. He slammed it home and I screamed in pleasure. Then I
yelled, "Rape me you son of a bitch! Rape my cunt. YESSSSSSS!!!"

He pounded into me as if it was a rape and I loved it. I had
already had more orgasms than I could count today. But this was
different. This was what those men in the gym wish they could do
to a woman! I started cumming again almost immediately and I came
loud and often until he finally thrust his horse cock into me one
last time and I knew that he was emptying those huge balls inside
of me again.

He sighed and stretched out beside me. We were both covered with
sweat and I had cum dripping out of me as soon as he pulled out.
I must be full of it. 

I reached over and grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and wiped
it up. Then I got on my knees and lovingly licked my rapist's
cock and balls clean. Cum was still oozing out of his cock as it
went soft and I eagerly licked up every drop. When it finally
stopped I got out of bed carefully and went to the bathroom to
clean up.

I was in there long enough to freshen up my well used pussy and
take a quick shower. When I came out I found that Jarrod had
finally gotten home and he was standing by the bed naked
listening to Blake describe the things that had been done to me
today. He went into great detail about his old boss, Mr.
Anderson, fucking me on my desk. Blake also told Jarrod that he
had invited Mr. Anderson to come over and fuck me right in front
of him. Then he ordered me to hold my husband's cock in my mouth
while he told him what had happened when we went to lunch. 

I knelt at Jarrod's feet and held his cock in my mouth. I was
ordered not to suck, but just hold his cock and keep it warm and
wet.

The description of the fun we had at that little sidewalk caf
didn't last long, but it kept Jarrod's cock hard. Then I listened
with Jarrod as Blake told him about what happened in the gym this
evening. He had an excellent memory and he took pains to provide
incredible detail. He described the way I looked in my gym
costume. He told of the way the men stared when I entered the gym
and the way they had gathered around the bench when I first lay
down and my breasts were exposed. 

He described fuck after fuck and the men that had used my body
for a cum dump for his amusement. He described the cocks entering
my mouth and then my throat and the way that I had been tied up.
He told Jarrod how many times I had been fucked by the men I saw
every weeknight in the gym. 

Blake wasn't half through with his sordid tale when with no
warning Jarrod's cock erupted in my mouth.

The room got quiet. Blake waited for Jarrod to recover
sufficiently. He wanted to be certain that Jarrod was paying
attention. Then he resumed his recitation of the tale of my first
gang bang. 

Jarrod's cock never got soft. It continued to throb in my mouth
as Blake described all of the cocks that had taken me this
evening and the way my pussy had looked when they were finished.
He even described the way I had looked when with cum running down
my legs I had used my towel to sop up the mess we had made of the
bench and floor around it. 

He went on to describe the shower I took with the ten men soaping
up my tits and my ass and my red, swollen cunt. And when he
described how I had lain on our bed with my head hanging down and
taken his large black cock into my throat until my lips were
stretched around the base of it, Jarrod came again. 

Blake was obviously very amused. He had enjoyed his little
experiment and I couldn't help wondering if he did it in large
part, not to torment Jarrod but to assure me. I must admit that
it was a learning experience.

Blake sat up and said, "Now, we need to go in and find a new
wardrobe for my new cunt on the internet, unless one of you knows
of a store in town that sells clothes like the dress you wore
today."

I allowed Jarrod's still hard cock to slip from my mouth and I
said, "I think I know of a place. There is a lingerie store
nearby called Sweet Nothings. They have a large selection of
slutty clothes. I'm sure you could find something you like
there."

Blake said, "Okay. We'll check it out. Have you got anything you
can wear tomorrow?"

I hated to answer that question truthfully. But I took a deep
breath and said, "I have a halter dress that is even worse than
what I wore today. But it's truly over the top. I really don't
think I should wear it to the office, not even now that I'm a
slut."

He smiled and said, "Try it on. I'll decide. While you are doing
that, Jarrod can be putting the butt plug in. I'm going to go
take a shower. You can help him with that plug if you want."

Jarrod got up on the bed and I started greasing him up and
stretching him out. While I worked my greasy fingers into him I
said in a teasing voice, "So, you really enjoyed hearing about my
day. I guess it's safe to assume you weren't upset that I was the
guest of honor at the company gang bang?"

Jarrod grunted as I pushed three fingers into him and in between
panting breaths he said, "Damn! Take it easy!" Then he added,
"And yes, I am upset. I am so pissed that I couldn't have been
there to see you fucking ten men. Christ that was hot! Jesus! I
came twice when he was telling me about it and all you did was
hold my fucking cock in your mouth!"

I greased up the plug and began working it into his ass. As I did
I pointed out, "Yeah, I know you came twice sweetheart. You came
in my mouth. I'm the one that was swallowing!"

He started to chuckle but then he grunted in pain as I worked the
plug past the widest part and it slipped in.

I washed my hands and went into the back of my closet and dug out
the halter dress. It was totally inappropriate to wear to the
office, or anywhere else actually, especially during the day.

Jarrod and I had been encouraged by the little dress that I had
worn to work today. We had so much fun running around Vegas with
me flashing my underwear at anyone who bothered to look and we
had been very turned on when we spotted this thing in the window
of a clothing store. It was very sexy and looked fantastic on the
mannequin in the window.

We went in and I tried it on. I felt nearly naked when I came out
of the dressing room. Probably because I was. The dress tied
behind my neck and draped down, not quite covering my breasts.
The inner half of both breasts was exposed. But the excitement
didn't stop there. The large center opening of the dress
continued to plunge down and my entire front was exposed until
just above my pubic hair. It exposed fat too much flesh to be
called cleavage. It draped very loosely off of the tips of my
breasts and when I moved it would fall away from my belly to
reveal a flash of my red pubic hair. I had to keep pulling the
top over my breasts because there was nothing to hold it in place
over my nipples. The dress seemed to have a mind of its own. And
its mind was saying "let those nipples show!"

The back of the dress was just as risqu. The dress only covered
the bottom two thirds of my bottom. Except for that my entire
back was bare. The top two or three inches of my butt crack was
just hanging out there.

I can't even imagine why I let Jarrod buy me that very expensive
dress. I guess I was just super horny at the moment and having
fun flashing people in the other tiny dress I had allowed him to
talk me into wearing.

We bought the dress and I wore it for him in the hotel room that
night. But I had not had it on since. I was having trouble
believing that I had actually told Blake about it. I was already
getting that scary feeling in the pit of my stomach, just
standing in my closet and holding it in my hands.

I carried it out into the bedroom and removed the plastic it was
stored in. I held the dress up and looked at it, still not sure
how I let myself get talked into buying it. 

Jarrod didn't seem to share my concern. He chuckled and said,
"Damn that thing turns me on!"

I looked at him and said, "Yeah. But you aren't the one that is
going to have to wear it to work. How would you like to go to
work half naked?!"

He grinned and said, "No one wants to see me half naked. You, on
the other hand, will be quite popular."

I shook my head but answered, "No doubt, with the guys anyway. I
have a feeling the ladies aren't going to be impressed." 

I put the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was
just as bad as I remembered it. The strip of cloth that just
barely covered my pussy was only about six inches wide. It
covered my pubic hair and my pussy and nothing else. Keeping my
nipples covered was a constant struggle and I couldn't tighten
the thin thread that held it in place around my neck because the
only effect of that would be to shorten the dress. There was no
extra material to play with down there.

Blake came out of the bathroom and said, "Damn girl! Where did
you wear that?"

I replied, "Jarrod talked me into this thing in Vegas when I was
wearing the dress I wore today and I was feeling horny. The only
place I had the nerve to wear it was in our room. Blake, I can't
wear this to work. I mean it. This is too much."

He shook his head and said, "Sadly, I agree. But we are going to
have to take you out in that this weekend. You are sure to draw a
crowd."

I couldn't decide if I should feel relieved or not.

He asked, "What else do you have? How about a really short skirt
and a sheer top?"

I removed the dress and put it back on the hangar. I started back
into my closet and Blake said, "Keep it handy. You are going to
wear it this weekend."

I shuddered at the thought. But I knew that I was just as excited
as I was scared. Or I was excited because I was scared. I'm not
sure which is more appropriate.

I came back out with my shortest skirt and my sheerest blouse. I
had worn the blouse several times. But I had always worn it over
a slip and bra and under a jacket. I could just imagine how it
would look with none of those things. 

Blake approved but I suggested that with nothing under it the
blouse would be illegal. I asked him to check out a couple of
lacy bras that I owned. They would still permit me to look
scandalous, but I would be much less likely to get arrested, or
fired.

Blake nodded, but he looked skeptical. I opened a drawer in my
dresser and dug out a couple of very sexy bras and held them up.


He said, "Let me see it both ways. Then I'll decide."

I put on the skirt and blouse and modeled them for him. I looked
in the mirror and I knew that I couldn't walk around the office
like this. Even Mr. Anderson must have limits. 

Thankfully, Blake agreed. I took off the blouse and put on one of
the bras. It was lacy enough that the darker area of my nipples
was evident without being obscene. He shook his head and said,
"That isn't bad. Roll the skirt under a couple of times. It's a
little long.

I looked down. I wasn't sure that I could roll it under twice
without exposing my slit. But orders were orders.

I rolled my waistband under twice and my skirt was now at least
as short as the dress I had worn today. A lot of men had seen my
pussy today.

Blake looked me over and said, "That's what you'll wear to work
tomorrow. Take it off and let's go down and relax by the pool for
a few minutes."

I undressed quickly and we went down to the kitchen. Poor Jarrod
was hobbling along and grunting in pain because of that big black
piece of plastic in his ass.

It was late but we weren't all that hungry. I had been through so
much today that I hadn't even thought much about food. I guess
getting gang banged could be a good weight loss plan. But then, I
was in pretty good shape already and didn't need to lose any
weight. I was going to have to be a little more careful about
meals from now on.

I made us each a drink and we went out to sit by the pool. For
the first few minutes we talked about normal things, work, people
we knew, things like that. But soon we were talking about the
thing that drew us together. Sex, fantasies, and those stories I
had been reading on the internet.

Blake finished his drink and said, "I think I'd like to cum again
before I go to bed. Paula, come over here and suck my cock.
Jarrod, you can help. I like looking down and seeing my bitch's
husband licking my balls while she sucks my cock. That turns me
on. And before you take that thing out of your ass tonight I want
you to go up and read one of those stories."

Jarrod and I got up and Blake let the back of his lounge chair
recline all the way back. We dropped cushions on the deck and I
watched my obviously reluctant husband get between Blake's thighs
and begin to lick his balls. Seeing my strong, masculine husband
with a big black cock in his face was hard to get used to and I'm
still not sure how I felt about it.

I watched Jarrod for a moment and then I took Blake's cock in my
mouth and gave him a long, slow, eager but gentle blowjob. I
didn't take him into my throat at first. Not for several minutes.
He was watching us, my husband and me, as we worked to please him
and he had that arrogant look on his face again. The look that
made my pussy get so wet.

I was just about to try to take him into my throat again when
Blake said, "Paula, hold my cock up and let Jarrod suck it for a
minute. I don't want my boy to feel left out."

I took my mouth off of Blake's cock and held it straight out from
his body. Jarrod had stopped what he was doing and stared at
Blake's erection. He had taken Blake's cock into his mouth
before. But he wasn't happy about it. Still, I couldn't help
wondering if he would feel differently if I wasn't watching him
do it. I really didn't know what his fantasies were and he was
going along with a lot of things that I would never have believed
that he would tolerate.

Jarrod stretched his neck up and took the head of Blake's cock
into his mouth. I could see him struggling to accommodate that
fat shaft. I knew the feeling. I saw his muscles working and I
knew that he was attempting to use his tongue on the head of
Blake's cock. My husband was licking and sucking a black man's
cock! 

I think that the strangest part of the experience was the thrill
I got from that. I didn't understand how I could see my husband
do that and not lose all respect for him. I think that my mind
was separating the things we were doing from our real life. Just
the way I seemed to be separating the things that Blake was
making me do from what I thought of as real life. This, these
things we did to amuse him, these were all aberrations. None of
this had anything to do with real life.

Blake watched Jarrod struggle for a few moments and then he
chuckled and said, "That's enough faggot. You suck at sucking. Go
back to licking my balls and watch the pro do it."

Jarrod went back to licking Blake's balls and our eyes met as I
took Blake's big cock back into my mouth and began working my
lips farther and farther down that massive shaft of hot, hard
flesh.

I saw the look on my husband's face as I swallowed more and more
of that huge pole. And when I finally managed to get the head of
it into my throat again and slid my lips all the way down to the
base I almost laughed out loud at the look on Jarrod's face. 

He had stopped what he was doing and lifted his lips from Blake's
balls. His face was only inches from mine as he watched me
swallow that huge cock. His mouth was open and he appeared to
have stopped breathing as he stared at me in shock.

My eyes quickly blurred. Swallowing that big black cock was still
painful and my eyes were filling with tears. But once more I was
so proud of myself, and it was such an erotic thing to do. I was
going to have to get someone to take my picture like this. I
really wanted to see what I looked like with this thing in my
throat.

After staring at me in awe for a minute or so, Jarrod went back
to licking Blake's balls. It hadn't been that long since I had
given Blake two orgasms. So we had to work pretty hard to get him
off. But he was a very virile man and his third orgasm was nearly
as large as his first.

Just before he came he moaned in pleasure and said, "I'm getting
close, cunt. Finish me off with your hand. And don't swallow my
cum until I tell you to."

I drew back until just the tip of Blake's cock was in my mouth
and I began to rapidly work the shaft with my hand. In only a few
seconds I felt the hot fluid flooding my mouth and once more the
excitement of what I was doing was nearly enough to make me reach
orgasm.

I let the last few drops of cum drain into my mouth and then I
sat up with my mouth full of his hot load. He smiled at me and
said, "Okay, cunt. Give my boy a big kiss now. Let him see what a
real man tastes like."

Once more, Jarrod looked like he was going to be sick. He looked
at me and then he glanced up at Blake. 

Blake smiled and asked, "Do you have a problem boy? If that's a
problem then I'll have to let you start sucking me off until you
get used to it."

Jarrod swallowed loudly and shook his head. I was trying hard not
to smile in amusement. I had so much cum in my mouth that I was
afraid I would spill it if I smiled. I leaned down and my lips
touched Jarrod's. He kept his lips pressed tightly closed at
first. I eased the tip of my tongue out of my mouth and teased
his lips until he finally, reluctantly, and very nervously opened
his mouth and his tongue met mine. 

As the cum flowed from my mouth to Jarrod's he gagged and
groaned. It was obvious that he was disgusted. But he managed to
control his involuntary reactions and soon he had nearly all of
Blake's cum in his mouth. I opened my eyes to see that he had
tears in his eyes. I wasn't sure if he was crying or if his eyes
were watering.

Blake watched with obvious amusement and finally he said, "I
think you should swallow it this time, boy. It will give you a
better idea of what your darling wife has to put up with."

I'm sorry, but I had to agree with that sentiment. I think every
guy should have to swallow a little cum now and then. They like
getting sucked off so much. I think they should experience it
firsthand. Besides, it kind of turned me on watching him do it.

Jarrod struggled to get it down. There had been quite a bit of it
and he kept gagging as he forced Blake's cum down his throat.
Hell, if he thinks that's bad, he should have sucked off ten guys
at the gym, or taken Blake's cock down his throat!

Blake was finally satisfied when Jarrod got it all down. He let
me swallow the little bit that remained in my mouth and then he
told me to take Jarrod up and open up the dirtiest, most
perverted story I had in that directory and while Jarrod read it
I was to hold his cock in my mouth again. 

The butt plug was to remain in place until the story was
finished.

I glanced at the time. It was almost eleven. I said, "Blake, it's
already very late. We have to work in the morning. It takes hours
to read those stories. They are very long."

Blake thought about it and said, "Okay, read until midnight. I'll
let you start earlier tomorrow."

Jarrod struggled to his feet. That butt plug made movement
difficult. I remembered it all too well. I didn't know why he was
making Jarrod use it. But one of the two possibilities made me
nervous. It could have been just to humiliate and abuse him. But
I was afraid that he might be preparing him for something
worse."

I had no problem with Blake humiliating Jarrod sexually. It was
turning Jarrod on too. But I didn't want my husband turning into
a sissy either.

We went up to my computer room and I looked at the titles of the
stories that I had saved by vulgus. There were two, no, three
stories that, in my opinion, were nastier and had been harder to
read than any of the others. I think that the one that disturbed
me the most was "Taken at a Rest Stop". It had been brutal right
from the start and there were more than a few parts of that story
that I had to skim over. I couldn't read them. They were too
gross. The story itself had been disturbing. But many of the
things that passed for sex scenes in the story had really
troubled me. 

I pointed it out to Jarrod and he opened it while I took my place
under the desk and held his cock in my mouth. His cock was soft
when I started. So it was easy to tell when he got to the first
sex scene. I felt his cock growing quickly after about five
minutes. 

I had to stop and think back to that first sex scene. The story
had been brutal right from the start. The strange thing was, even
though it was a very rough story, very hard to read, I had still
had dozens of orgasms as I read it. But there was absolutely
nothing in that story that I would want to experience. Not one
thing!

So I don't understand why I had so many orgasms when I read it.

I stopped thinking about the story that Jarrod was reading. My
mind wandered back to what happened to me in the gym this
evening. 

I was brought back to the present when I heard Jarrod moan and
for the third time this evening he came in my mouth without any
stimulation at all. I was just holding his cock in my mouth. I
wasn't even sucking.

I looked up to see what he was reading. When I realized what had
given him an orgasm I shook my head and returned my mouth to his
cock.

It seemed like our hour on the computer was taking forever. I
finally looked up to see what time the little clock on the bottom
of my computer said. It was after one in the morning!

I sat up and punched Jarrod in the shoulder and said, "You son of
a bitch! We were supposed to do this until midnight! It's hard on
my back bending over like that!"

He looked embarrassed but he shrugged and said, "I couldn't stop
reading! I want to find out what happens to them!"

"Jesus Jarrod! You aren't even half way through. You can't read
it all night! Fuck! Come on, let's go to bed."

He must have adjusted to that piece of rubber in his butt. When
he started to get to his feet he groaned and grabbed his stomach.
Since we had received no instructions about its removal, he put
his foot up on the chair and reached back and slowly pulled the
plug out of his ass. 

When it was out he sighed loudly and said, "Damn! I hate that
thing!"

I nodded and agreed whole heartedly. 

But if we were going to be taking cocks up our backsides, and I
hoped that wasn't going to happen, but if that was the goal I
suppose the plug was serving a useful purpose.

Jarrod washed off the plug and I went to bed. I was almost asleep
by the time he came to bed. 

I woke up at a little after two in the morning. I had to go to
the bathroom. I cursed. I had been too tired or too lazy to go
before I went to bed. I didn't realize until I returned to bed
that Jarrod wasn't there. I went out in the hallway and saw that
the light was on in my computer room. 

I went down and looked in to see him bent over my computer
reading that damned story! I exclaimed, "What the hell are you
doing Jarrod? How long have you been in here?"

He jumped about six feet when I yelled at him. He looked at me
sheepishly and admitted, "I got up as soon as you were asleep.
I'll be in shortly. I've only got a few pages left."

I came in to see that he had read all but the last three pages!

I popped him in the back of the head and went to bed.

Five minutes later he crawled into bed and I murmured, "Idiot!"

He chuckled and said, "I couldn't leave them like that! I had to
know!"

"Idiot!" I repeated.

He turned over and held me until I went to sleep.

It was all that I could do to get Jarrod out of bed the next
morning. He was still more asleep than awake when I pulled him
into the bathroom and shoved him into the shower. I had already
had my shower and I finished getting ready and went out and got
dressed in my miniskirt and sheer blouse.

When I got downstairs, Blake was already dressed, ready for work
and drinking a cup of coffee. I poured a travel mug for Jarrod
and got it ready and then I made myself a cup. I sat down with
Blake and told him what Jarrod had done last night. He found it
very amusing. Then he asked me about the story that had kept my
husband awake half the night and why I had thought it was the
nastiest one.

I didn't even like talking about it. But I told him what had
bothered me so much about the story. There were several things
that had made me very uncomfortable. Some of those things Blake
couldn't duplicate, like the terror of being kidnapped by two
brutal men and knowing that they were murderers and that you
would probably not be set free when they were finished amusing
themselves with you. 

There were, however, other parts of that story that he might,
with a little effort, be able to recreate. They were things that
were so disgusting to me that I knew that I couldn't do them
under any circumstances. I tried to make my feelings about those
things very clear to Blake.

Jarrod came down and after a quick greeting and brief
conversation he left for work. We finished our coffee first. Then
we left too.

When we got to work we went to our own desks today. Blake already
knew the job. He had been doing it at the satellite office and I
guess he was good at it. He was good enough that they had sent
him up to the corporate office to work with me when we started
expanding. Now that he was familiar with the clients we were
responsible for and we had gone over their files we each went to
work. 

At ten o'clock, Blake got a phone call. He answered it and after
identifying himself the only thing that he said was, "Yes sir."

He hung up the phone and stood up and said, "Come on. Get up.
Come with me."

I got up and followed Blake to the elevator. My wardrobe was
nearly as inappropriate as the dress that I had worn yesterday
and I was very self conscious. I couldn't help noticing all of
the funny looks that I was getting from the people we passed in
the corridor. 

The far too short ride to the tenth floor was made in silence. I
wanted to ask Blake where we were going and why but we weren't
alone. There were two men in the elevator who stared at me so
hard I could feel their eyes on me. I was sure that they had both
drawn in a deep breath when the doors opened and we stepped into
the car with them and they didn't breathe again until we got off
the elevator on the next floor. 

We went down to the suite of offices at the end of the corridor.
There were two offices there. These were the offices from which
the two Anderson sons, Dominic and Anthony ran the company. 

They shared a receptionist. The cute blonde looked up and smiled
when we came in. But I saw the look on her face when she saw the
way I was dressed. It was so embarrassing. I knew what she must
be thinking. I knew what I would have thought in her place. 

She was good though. She never changed her expression. She
ignored me and turned to Blake and said, "Good morning. Mr.
Anderson is waiting for you. Go right in."

Fortunately she pointed to a door. I didn't know which Mr.
Anderson she meant. Blake did, but I doubt if he knew which
brother was in which office.

We went into Dominic Anderson's secretary's office. It was
Dominic that had come to our office and had sex with me and then
gone to lunch with us. His secretary smiled. I saw her eyes
flicker over my exposed flesh but she gave no indication of what
she thought of my outfit. She said, "Go right in."

I had worked here for almost seven years and never been in these
offices.

Blake tapped on the door and opened it and we entered to find
both of the Anderson brothers inside. Dominic smiled and said,
"Good morning." Then he got up and came around and after looking
me over he muttered, "Fucking beautiful!"

Then he moved around me and quietly locked the door. I guess I
knew where this was going! Not that there had been any doubt.

After his door was locked Dominic walked up behind me and put his
arms around my waist. I felt the bulge in his pants as he pressed
against me. His hands began to move up to cup my breasts as he
said, "I am afraid that I was unable to keep my good fortune to
myself, Paula. You know how guys are. They love to brag,
especially when it comes to pussy."

Anthony got up from the leather chair he was sitting in and came
over and stood in front of me. He stared at me as he introduced
himself to Blake and they shook hands. Anthony said, "I'm really
impressed Blake, very impressed."

After the introduction, Anthony devoted his entire attention on
me. He watched his brother's hands cupping my tits through my
clothing. Then he looked down at the hem of my miniskirt. He
smiled and said, "Look at those beautiful legs. You have a
perfect body my dear."

Blake had stepped back out of the way. He quietly suggested from
the side of the room, "If you would like sir, she will be happy
to step out of her clothes."

The brothers looked at each other and smiled. Dominic stepped
back and said, "I think that's a great suggestion Blake. By the
way, did you find more clothes for her on the internet last
night?"

Blake answered, "No sir. Paula tells me that there is a place in
town that sells the sort of clothing that we want her wearing
from now on. I thought we would go shopping on Saturday. Perhaps
you would like to join us?"

Dominic replied, "I think I'd like that. Thank you for inviting
me. Let me know when and where and I will be there."

As they talked I had quickly removed my three little articles of
clothing. As I removed the bra Dominic said, "I thought you were
no longer permitting her to wear underwear?"

Blake answered, "We tried that blouse without a bra and we were
afraid it was a bit too much, or too little actually. As you saw,
her blouse is totally sheer. We don't want to upset anyone in
management."

The brothers chuckled and then looked at each other for a moment
before Dominic said, "I don't have a problem with sheer. Let's
leave the bra off and see what happens. If there are any
complaints I'll let you know."

They saw the alarm on my face. Anthony came closer and cupped one
of my tits and said, "Don't worry Paula. Your job is secure,
especially now that you are one of the perks of our job. Now, why
don't you come over here and demonstrate what a great cocksucker
you are. I have reason to believe that you are very talented."

I followed him back to his seat. He stood in front of it,
obviously waiting for me to get him ready. His hands took over
where his brother left off on my tits while I went to work on his
pants. I was actually looking forward to exposing him. Not that I
was so anxious to see his old cock. It's just that for some
reason being the only girl in the room, and being naked in a room
with three older men seemed somehow more embarrassing. 

Anthony is the older brother. I didn't know how old they were. I
guessed that Dominic was in his early fifties and Anthony is
about two or three years older. Both men were distinguished
looking and both were in pretty good shape. I think that even if
you met them away from the office you would know that they were
men who were in charge. They weren't arrogant exactly. But there
was an air about them. You just knew that they were used to
giving orders and having them obeyed.

I pulled Anthony's pants down and bared his already hard cock. I
was impressed. It was not anything like Blake's, but it was about
eight inches long and quite fat. I started licking and kissing it
and then I took it into my mouth and began sucking it, trying
very hard to please him and I don't even know why except that's
what sluts do. 

It took a moment and several abortive attempts but soon I was
taking him into my throat and when I did I saw his hands grip the
arms of his chair, his butt came up off of his seat and he
exclaimed loudly, "Kiss my fucking ass!"

And just like that he filled my mouth with cum. I don't think
that I had been sucking his cock for three minutes!

I heard Dominic chuckle and say, "Jesus Tony! Was that your first
blowjob?"

Anthony relaxed back into his chair, but it was a moment before
he responded. He sighed and said, "No Dom, but it was damned sure
the best one I've ever had!"

Dominic laughed and responded, "What little of it you got!"

Anthony leaned forward and gripped the sides of my head gently.
He tipped my face up and said, "Paula, that was fantastic. Thank
you. I'm not kidding. That was the best blowjob I ever had."

I smiled and said, "It was my pleasure, Mr. Anderson. I'm sure
that Blake will let you have another any time you want it."

Blake was sitting nearby watching with Dominic. He said, "Mr.
Anderson, if I may be so crude, my pussy is your pussy. And you
don't need me to escort her. She will come when called."

Dominic said, "That's nice of you Blake. But to be honest, I have
an ulterior motive for inviting you up here this morning. I hope
you won't take this the wrong way. If I'm out of line I want you
to feel free to say so. But there is something that I have always
found very erotic. I love the idea of black men fucking white
women. I don't think that I have a racist bone in my body. So I
don't know where that particular little kink in my character
comes from. But if you wouldn't be too uncomfortable, I was
hoping that you would join us this morning. If you're offended by
that I apologize and I want you to feel free to speak up."

Blake smiled and said, "I'm not offended in the least, Mr.
Anderson. I can hardly blame you for enjoying something that
turns me on so much. I too find the sight of a beautiful white
woman full of black cock to be a huge turn on. I am especially
aroused when the woman is someone's wife. So I guess I'm just as
big a pervert as you are. I hope I'm not out of line in saying
that."

Dominic smiled and replied, "I'm always more comfortable with a
fellow pervert. And please, when we are alone in the office like
this, please feel free to call us Dom and Tony. There is
something very strange about standing around naked, having sex
and being addressed so formally."

Both men stood up then and undressed completely. I had bent down
and I was gently sucking on Tony's soft cock since no one had
given me anything else to do. My rest period was over though.
Blake called me over and turned to Dominic and asked, "Heads or
tails?"

Dominic smiled and said, "Why don't you start off and once you
have that monster cock of yours in her I'm going to let her suck
me off this time."

Blake positioned me on a small, sturdy table and with no warm up
at all he plunged his big cock into me. But I hadn't needed any
more warm up. I was ready and then some. I moaned in pleasure as
that large cock took possession of me and I cried out, "Yes! Fuck
me! God that feels good! Fuck your little white slut, Blake! Rape
me god damn it!"

And then I was given something else to do with my mouth. Dominic
knelt by my head. I was lying on my back with my head hanging
down at just the right height to have my mouth fucked.

He plunged his cock into my mouth and straight down my throat. It
would have been more painful but Anthony had already stretched me
out and opened me up and Dominic had reached around and was
holding his hands locked behind my head as he fucked my face. I
was grateful for the support. 

As Dominic fucked my face I heard him, his voice choked with
lust. "Jesus Tony! Look at that big black cock plow into this
little bitch! Christ that's hot! I've never seen anything so sexy
in my fucking life!"

In a labored voice, Blake responded, "If you think it looks hot
now, you should see her husband line my dick up and then sit back
and watch while I fuck her. Now THAT is hot!"

That did it for Dominic! He buried the head of his cock in my
throat and I felt the hot cum sliding down my throat as he
exploded inside of me. 

I started cumming then and when my pussy clamped down on his
cock, Blakely cried out and I felt him slam into me twice more
and then he was cumming too.

Then it was quiet. No one was moving. No one was saying anything.
The sound of flesh pounding flesh had stopped. Now there was just
heavy breathing.

Dominic finally moved away and when my mouth was free, Blake
pulled out and moved around on his knees and pushed his sloppy,
half hard cock into my mouth to be cleaned.

As he pushed his cock into my mouth I heard Dominic groan and
exclaim, "Jesus H. Christ on a stick! Will you look at that!"

I sucked Blake's cock clean and then he pulled his cock out of my
mouth and positioned his balls at my lips. While I licked them
clean Blake said, "Yeah, she has been pretty easy to train. But
the thing that really got me was how easy it was to train her
husband to do it too."

Tony exclaimed, "You're kidding! Jarrod! Jarrod sucked your cock
clean?! I don't fucking believe it!"

Blake responded, "Hell, if I told him to he'd suck me off."

Dominic exclaimed, "I didn't know he was bi! I mean, he obviously
isn't gay. I just got sucked off by the proof of that!"

Blake said, "He isn't bi really. He's like my little slut here. 
It turns him on to be dominated and humiliated. He doesn't like
doing it. But it turns him on to be forced. I've also been
stretching his ass with a butt plug. I don't think I'll fuck him.
His ass doesn't turn me on. But I might find someone else to do
it, just to fuck with him."

The brothers were quiet for a moment before Tony asked, "What
about her ass?"

Blake smiled and answered, "I'm taking her out at lunch time to
get her a butt plug of her own since Jarrod is using hers now.
Once she gets stretched out a little I'm going to fuck her ass."

A chill ran through my body when he said out loud what I had
quietly feared from the moment he had bought the butt plugs. 

Tony quietly said, "I'll be glad to help you out with that. My
cock shouldn't tear her up."

Blake smiled and said, "That sounds like a good idea to me. I'll
buy some lube when I pick up the butt plug at lunch and when you
have some free time give us a call. We'll come back up and see
how she takes it."

Tony smiled and said, "I was going to fuck her sloppy cunt before
you left. But now I think I'll wait. I have not fucked a tight
young ass since I was a teenager."

The men started getting dressed but I was a mess. I asked for a
box of tissue but before Dominic could hand it to me, Blake said,
"You don't want to waste that, Paula. That's protein. It's good
for you. Scoop that up and eat it. Then you can wipe yourself
clean."

I suppose I should have been grossed out. But the truth is that I
had eaten so much cum in the last few days that it didn't even
bother me. The three men stood at my feet and watched as I
reached down and scooped up a couple of large dollops of slimy
white cum and lifted it to my lips. 

Blake seemed to expect nothing less. But the brothers were
shocked at how easily I complied with such a nasty order. As I
did it I remembered reading about the women in those stories on
my computer being ordered to do it and how grossed out I had been
at the time. Now it was nothing. In fact, I kind of got a kick
out of their reactions as I licked my fingers clean and reached
down to try to find a little more. God I'm such a cunt!

I was finally given some tissue and I thanked Dominic and wiped
my thighs and my slit clean. I put on my skirt and reached for my
bra but Blake stopped me. He said, "No Paula. You don't need
that."

I turned to the brothers and in an attempt at reason I said,
"Your secretary and your receptionist are going to notice I'm not
wearing my bra when I leave here. They were both a little shocked
at the way I was dressed as it was."

Dominic replied, "Personally Paula, I'm not in the least ashamed
if someone knows that I am having sex with a pretty thing like
you. In fact, when you leave here I want you to carry your bra in
your hand. I want you to close the hooks and hold it by the back
so that the cups dangle down. I hope there are a dozen people who
see you leave here with your tits on display and your bra in your
hand. I want them all to know what we were doing in here."

He smiled at Blake and asked, "You don't mind, do you Blake?"

Blake shook his head and said, "Not at all. Hell, I'd have her
walk the halls naked if I could."

I put my sheer blouse on and tucked it in. I rolled the waistband
of the skirt under a couple of times and picked up my bra. While
I was messing with the hooks Tony said, "Oh wait! I almost
forgot. Did you know that there are security cameras in the
gym?"

Blake looked a little uncomfortable for a second but Tony smiled
and said, "Here, I thought you would enjoy these. We kept a copy
of course. Here are two copies of your little orgy in the gym
last night. We skimmed through it this morning before we called
you up here. We should repeat that with a good camera crew. It
was extremely exciting but it really needs some good close-ups.
You should thank the security people by the way. They could have
stopped you last night. But then, I guess they were enjoying the
show too much."

Blake smiled and said, "I think Paula would be happy to thank
them."

Tony said, "Wise move. They have an office just down the hall
from you. It's in room 914 I believe."

Dominic said, "We'll give you a call this afternoon when we have
a little time to spare."

Blake headed for the door but I couldn't seem to move. I couldn't
make myself go out there with my tits exposed like this and my
bra dangling from my hand like a small purse.

Blake opened the door and turned to hold it for me. He saw the
look on my face and smiled, enjoying my discomfort. I whispered,
"Please Blake. Not like this."

He came back to me and led me out of the room by my arm. The
blood was pounding in my ears and I was so red that there must
have been an actual glow around me. It was such a traumatic event
for me that I hardly remember the walk from Dominic's office to
the elevator. Not most of it anyway. I remember bits and pieces.
I remember hearing loud gasps and the looks on the faces of some
of the people that I knew.

Once we stepped out into the corridor, Blake pushed me ahead of
him so that he could watch. I struggled down that long, quiet,
carpeted hallway alone with my pussy only just barely covered and
my tits exposed like a two dollar whore.

I made it to the elevators in a daze and when the doors opened a
good friend of mine stepped out. She smiled and started to say
good morning and then her face froze and the words caught in her
throat as she stared at me, standing there half naked with my
underwear in my hand.

I whispered, "Hi Karen." Then I pushed past her and Blake
followed me onto the elevator. Karen never said a word and never
took her eyes off of my exposed flesh.

We went down one floor and I headed back to our office. When I
got to the door and started to open it, Blake stopped me. He took
my arm and led me down to the end of the corridor to the
administrative offices for the security people. 

When we stepped inside the three men at the desks looked up and
smiled. They didn't seem to be surprised to see us. I guess the
Andersons told them to expect us. They got to their feet and came
around their desks and the older man, the one who seemed to be in
charge, smiled and said, "Good morning."

He looked me over and added, "You are as lovely in person as you
are on screen. We really enjoyed your workout last night."

I tried to smile. I couldn't get any more embarrassed. I was just
glad to be out of the corridors, even if I was going to get
fucked again. By three more men I didn't know.

Blake said, "I need to get back to work. You gentlemen have fun.
I need her back at lunch time. She'll do what you want. Just
don't hurt her, other than that I don't care what you do to
her."

Blake left and as strange as it seems I was really nervous then.
I mean, hell, it isn't like he was my protector. He is the reason
that all of this is happening to me. It didn't make sense but
that was what I felt when he turned and left me alone with these
men.

The oldest of the three came closer and looked me over and then
he put his arm around my waist and led me through an inner door.
We passed through a room where two young men sat at a bank of
monitors. 

They looked up and smiled when they saw me. It was obvious that
they recognized me.

We continued through another door and into a room with several
cots against one wall. How convenient.

My guide explained that the guards worked in shifts at night.
Just like in the military. It was a rotating duty and that way
they could still be used during the day. It saved the company a
lot of money since they could do the job with a third less men.

There was one man in that last room sitting in a recliner and
reading. The two men from the monitors had followed us. One came
into the room and one stood at the door and watched as the man
who led me in stepped back and said, "Why don't you get out of
those clothes, sweetheart?"

It was not quite eleven in the morning. I had already had sex
with three men and now I was about to have sex with six more. It
occurred to me that I was well paid, but I was nothing more than
a prostitute now. Not a two dollar whore maybe. My salary was now
almost two hundred thousand a year. But I was quickly becoming
the company whore. 

If I serviced any clients in the future it was quite likely I
would be doing it on my knees or on my back. My job description
had changed drastically in four days. It could now be summed up
in two words, cum dump.

I dropped my bra on one of the cots and unbuttoned my blouse. It
didn't really cover anything anyway. I put it with my bra and
quickly stepped out of my little skirt. While I undressed the man
who was obviously in charge of my latest gang bang had been
removing his pants. 

When I was naked he pulled my head down to his crotch and I
sucked his already hard cock for a moment. Then he pushed me onto
the cot and climbed on top of me. The others gathered around and
watched as one after the other each of the men took a turn
fucking me. 

I was too nervous to enjoy myself at first. But I noticed
something strange once I settled down. Doing it like this, one
man at a time with me lying on my back under them, just like
regular sex, seemed so much more intimate. And going it with just
one man at a time gave me time to relax and enjoy what was
happening. The other way was good too. But I kind of liked this
more relaxed kind of gang bang.

By the time the third man had reached orgasm and shot a load of
cum into me I was getting turned on. I reached orgasm with the
fourth man and the fifth one too. The poor young man that was
last came so quickly that I never got close. 

One of them tossed me a towel when they were done using me and I
sat up and cleaned up the mess they had made of my crotch. I'm
not sure why, but that is an embarrassing thing to do with six
men staring at you. I know. That doesn't make sense since they
made the mess. That was just how I felt about it.

I cleaned my crotch as much as I could and put my clothes back
on. One of them led me to the little bathroom they had and I
freshened up a little. Then I left. 

It didn't occur to me until I was walking back down the corridor
to my office that no one had wanted to get sucked off. I thought
that was unusual. But then, it was only my second gang bang. I
didn't know the rules.

I stood at the door for a moment, steeling myself to step out
into public again. For some reason it was easier for me to be in
this office with six men who had just fucked me than to walk down
that public corridor with my tits on display.

But I couldn't stay there all day. Blake had plans for me.

I kept my head down and tried not to hear the silence as I passed
people in the corridor. I stepped into my office and closed the
door. Then I leaned back against it and caught my breath. I felt
like I had been holding my breath all the way down the hall.

Blake was on the phone when I came in but he was just saying
goodbye. He hung it up and turned to look at me. He smiled and
said, "That wasn't so bad was it?"

I just looked at him for a moment and then I answered truthfully,
"I can handle getting fucked by six men. That's something I never
thought I'd say! But Blake, I can't walk around like this. It
might be different if it was night time and we were in a club or
something. But this is so humiliating! It's too much Blake. It's
not exciting, it's overwhelming."

He answered firmly, "I'll decide when it's too much."

I looked at him for a moment and I knew that I would do what he
ordered. For some reason I hadn't the will to fight him. But I
had to say, "Blake I can't go out like this at lunch time.
They'll arrest me."

He answered, "You let me worry about that. You have ten minutes
before we leave. If you need to use the restroom or anything,
feel free."

I had just taken care of that. I had no desire to step out in the
hallway again and expose myself to my co-workers.

At noon Blake stood up and said, "Alright, let's go. It's a long
walk to that shop."

I stood but helplessly I exclaimed, "Blake...!"

He just smiled and nodded towards the door. 

I gave in of course.

I walked slowly to the door and he opened it just as Karen was
about to step in. She looked at Blake and then she looked at me.
She asked nervously, "Paula, are you alright?"

I nodded. I wasn't looking forward to this, but I recognized the
signals that my pussy was sending my brain and the truth was that
I was excited. So yes, I guess I would have to say that I was
alright.

Blake smiled and invited Karen inside. I groaned in fear. I
didn't want any of my friends brought into this.

Karen came in, but she kept a nervous eye on Blake as he closed
the door behind her and said in a friendly voice, "Paula is
having the time of her life. I'm sorry, we haven't met. My name
is Blake."

Karen replied, "Karen, I'm a friend of Paula's."

Blake smiled disarmingly and in a warm voice, while I wished that
I could crawl under my desk, he explained, "Paula is my slave
now, my sex slave. But I assure you that it is entirely
voluntary. Isn't that right Paula?"

I tried to answer but my voice broke. I cleared my throat and
quietly said, "Yes Blake."

Karen stared at me as if I had two heads. Her face was probably
as red as mine.

Blake said, "We were just going out to get her a new sex toy. If
you would like, you can join us. We are going to a shop about
eight blocks from here. It's just outside of the financial
district. You can see for yourself that she isn't being raped and
tortured. Or at least, she is not an unwilling participant."

Karen looked at me, still in shock. I expected her to turn and
get the hell out of here. I was the one in shock when without
turning to look at Blake she answered, "Yes. I think I'll go with
you."

My mouth dropped open and I exclaimed, "Karen! We're going to a
porn shop!"

Her face had begun to relax and lose that shocked expression. She
was almost smiling when she asked, "You are going of your own
free will, right?"

I nodded. 

She shocked me when she asked, "You are letting this guy fuck
you?"

Blake answered, "Me and anyone else I give her to."

Karen got a little red again and I suddenly realized that she was
getting excited! Blake saw it too. His grin got wider and he
added, "She sucked off both of the Andersons this morning and
then she fucked the men in security to thank them for not
interrupting her gang bang in the gym last night."

Karen was suddenly smiling widely and she exclaimed, "Paula! You
slut! I always thought you were so prim and proper!"

I had no answer for her. I had always thought so too. I could
have said, "I was until I started reading vulgus." But she
wouldn't understand.

The three of us stepped out into the corridor and once more I was
walking around in public with my tits on display. As we walked
toward the elevators, Karen asked Blake, "Aren't you afraid of
getting arrested? Of her getting arrested I mean."

Blake just shook his head.

It was lunch time and there was a crowd waiting for the elevator.
I was instantly the focus of attention for every man there. The
women all turned their heads to look away. I could read their
minds though. I knew what they thought of me. And they were
right.

We had to wait for the second elevator. I noticed that a lot of
men that might normally have crowded onto the first one waited
with us for the next car. Karen and I were the only two women in
the second car. Someone, I was never quite sure who, had his hand
on my ass all the way down to the ground floor.

It didn't matter and I didn't show any reaction.

We went outside and turned back toward that porn shop. I was
attracting a lot of attention but we had only gone a block when
Blake pulled me into a small boutique and asked the clerk about a
small bolero vest he had seen in the window on Tuesday. 

She glanced at me and said, "Good idea. Right this way."

She led us to a sale bin with a selection of crocheted bolero
vests and Blake gave me one to put on. They were of a very loose
weave and my nipples were still obvious. Just not as obvious. You
had to actually look for them now.

I felt better with it on though, not nearly so naked. 

Karen seemed disappointed. Blake saw her expression and said,
"Don't worry. We'll just carry it with us in case we should run
into someone wearing a badge. As you pointed out, we don't want
her to get arrested."

He paid for the little vest and then he took it off of me and
handed it to the clerk and asked her to remove the tags. She gave
it back and he handed it Karen. He said, "If you don't mind,
would you hold onto this until we see someone in law enforcement?
Other than that I think she looks just fine."

Karen smiled and said, "I agree."

The clerk just chuckled and shook her head. As we left the store
she asked, "Are you coming back this way?"

Blake nodded and said, "Yes, we are just going to a shop a few
blocks from here on our lunch hour."

The clerk said, "I'll be watching for you. I'm curious to see if
you make it."

I had thought that I was going to be a little less exposed as we
walked down the street. So I was a little disappointed at first.
But soon I started to realize that I was getting more and more
turned on and that when it was strangers on the street that I was
exposed to it was more exciting than when it was the people at
work, people I knew.

The exception was when twice we passed women with young children.
They were not amused.

After the second time it happened I turned to Blake and
exclaimed, "Blake! Please."

He smiled and said, "Jesus Paula! They are just tits! Half the
people in the world have them. The other half are well aware of
it. Get over it."

I sighed loudly. The man coming the other way just then who was
staring at my tits got a big kick out of it.

Karen was fascinated by my new position as a sex slave and she
asked Blake a lot of probing questions. He enjoyed explaining in
great detail and I know that it was just because it embarrassed
me so much.

He told her about that first evening in the pool when he had felt
me up in front of my husband. He even told her about making
Jarrod suck his cock clean after he fucked me. He told her about
the stories that had fueled my fantasies and by the time we had
arrived at the porn shop he had invited her over for dinner. And
she had accepted!

We went inside the sleazy shop and went right to the sex toy
display. Karen had a little trouble keeping up. She was
distracted by the dirty magazines.

Blake picked out a larger selection of butt plugs this time. He
selected six of them. There were the two that he had selected the
first time we came in and two each of two intermediate sizes. He
also picked up two blindfolds and two complete sets of
restraints. My pussy really started juicing when I saw what he
was buying.

We moved to the counter and Blake set the butt plugs and the
other things down and picked up another bottle of lube. The same
clerk was at the counter and he smiled, well, leered actually,
and asked, "Did you wear them other ones out?"

Blake smiled and answered congenially, "No, I gave those to my
other slave. So I needed another set for this bitch."

I was aware of the men in the store gathering around to stare at
my exposed breasts and the bottom of my butt cheeks which were
peeking out from under my skirt. Karen was standing several feet
away and watching with a look on her face that could only be
interpreted as lust.

After he paid for his toys, Blake opened up the package
containing the smaller butt plug and ordered me to bend over and
touch my toes. 

When I was in position he turned to the men around us and asked,
"Would anyone care to help me grease up my bitch so I can put
this thing in her ass?"

At first the men were too shocked to move. But one of them
finally came to his senses and stepped forward and said, "Fuck
yeah!"

Blake ordered me to spread my legs a little more and he handed
the lube to the man behind me. I couldn't see him and I didn't
want to.

A moment later I felt a cold, greasy finger probing my ass and I
grunted as it entered me.

Blake watched and after what seemed like an unreasonably long
time he suggested, "Try it with two fingers now."

The finger was removed and a moment later I felt the increased
pressure of two rough fingers exploring and probing my ass.

Blake let him continue for a minute or so and then he handed him
the butt plug which he had greased up and said, "Here, put this
in there now. Take it slow though. Don't hurt her."

The stranger pulled his fingers out of ass and I felt the tip of
the plug pressing against my tiny hole. I knew it would be easier
if I relaxed. But I couldn't. I was scared and I was humiliated
at being displayed like this to a room full of men. 

The man who had been quick enough to step forward didn't care if
I was tensed up or not. He slowly forced that big, black rubber
butt plug into me and at the same time drove the breath right out
of me.

It finally popped in and was seated inside of me, my tight little
asshole gripping the narrow neck just above the base. I groaned
in pain and struggled to stand up straight.

I glanced over at Karen, even more humiliated because she had
witnessed my degradation. I noticed that her hand, under cover of
that little bolero vest she was holding for me, was pressed
discreetly against her mound and her face was red, her breathing
shallow. She looked like she had just had an orgasm, or was about
to.

The clerk put everything else Blake had bought into a large
plastic bag and he handed it to me to carry. I took a few steps
after him as Blake headed for the door and then I stopped and
said, "Blake! I can't do this. I can't walk back to the office
like this!"

He smiled and said, "It's for your own good, cunt. Two men are
going to fuck your ass this afternoon. This will make it much
easier on you."

I groaned and struggled to keep up as Blake and Karen left the
shop. As I passed through the crowd of men that had just watched
me bend over and submit to a stranger probing my butt their hands
were all up under my skirt, freely squeezing the cheeks of my ass
and pushing against the base of that damned plug.

That got me moving!

We headed back toward the office but I couldn't keep up that same
rapid pace. They finally slowed down enough that I could keep up.
I didn't even notice the faces of the people around me now. I
stared at the sidewalk and struggled to stand up straight. 

We had gone a few blocks and I was entirely focused on that
damned plug. So when Karen suddenly thrust that vest at me and
hissed, "Put this on, quick!" I just stared at it
uncomprehendingly at first.

Blake, in a firm, commanding voice said, "Put the vest on,
Paula." His voice got through to me and I took it from Karen and
slipped it on. I finally looked up and saw a policeman half a
block away. He was talking to two kids by the curb. Apparently
they had just jaywalked. He never even looked at us as we went
by.

Once we passed him Karen removed my vest again on her own
initiative. Blake never said a word. 

By the time we were two blocks from our building I was getting
numb. I was finally able to stand up straight and walk at a
normal pace instead of that shuffling gait that I had been forced
to adopt when I first tried walking with this damned thing in my
ass.

As we passed the shop where we had picked up the vest Blake waved
and I looked up to see the salesgirl standing in the door and
grinning. She waved back at Blake and called out, "Did you need
it?"

Blake guided us back to the shop and stood out front. He smiled
and said, "Yes and no. We passed a cop and had to put it on once.
But he never even looked at us. She could have been naked and he
wouldn't have noticed."

She glanced at the bag and asked, "What did you buy?"

I got the impression that she had a lot of questions but didn't
dare ask.

Blake smiled and answered, "Just some toys. Butt plugs,
blindfolds, restraints, that sort of thing."

I saw the excitement on her face. She asked breathlessly,
"Really?!"

Blake smiled and nodded. Then he turned me around and bent me
over right there on the sidewalk. He ordered me to reach back and
spread my ass open so she could see the base of the butt plug. 

She gasped again and exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

Blake hadn't even looked to see if anyone was paying attention to
us. I couldn't help but see people all around come to a stop and
stare in disbelief.

I was ordered to stand up straight and Blake said goodbye to the
young girl in the store. I could feel her eyes as we walked away.
She watched us as we walked down the street until we turned into
our office. I glanced back as we went in and I saw her still
standing there a block away and staring.

We went up to our office and Karen came in. She said, "I have to
go to work, or at least try. I'll be back at closing time."

She stared at me for a moment and then she turned and left. 

I turned to Blake and said, "Blake, this is getting to be too
much. You are going too far. Please..."

He turned and held my face in his hands and looked down at me. He
put on that arrogant smile of his and said disdainfully, "I'll
decide when we are going too far. I'm enjoying the hell out of
this. I don't mind if you complain a little. It kind of turns me
on. But don't be annoying about it. I haven't made up my mind
about the dogs and horses yet. So you kind of want to stay on my
good side."

I gasped loudly. I didn't want him even thinking about that! I
will admit that, once I finally forced myself to read a little of
that kind of thing in those stories I had been excited by the
awful situation those poor girls were in. But it was the
helplessness of the victims and not what they did that excited
me. The things they were forced to do were so disgusting. No, I
couldn't do that. I could never do those things. 

I shuddered in revulsion and went to my desk. I placed the bag on
the floor under my desk and then carefully sat down. I had
several calls that I had to make. I had done almost no work this
week. If I wasn't getting fucked by the bosses I would probably
get fired.

I called a few clients and struggled to keep my voice even. One
asked me if I was ill. I told him I was fighting off a cold and
he accepted my explanation.

I had made three calls and had one more to make when Blake asked
me about Karen. I really didn't know her that well. We had met
when I first started working here. We had lunch together fairly
often. But we weren't really friends I guess. I mean we liked
each other. But we didn't do anything outside of the office. We
didn't know that much about each other's personal lives. She knew
Jarrod. She worked here when he did and she knew that I had
married him.

I knew that she was married for the second time but I didn't know
anything about her husband. We didn't talk about sex and I had
been shocked that she would find what was happening to me to be
so exciting. I was still shocked.

It was almost two o'clock when Blake's phone rang. After he
answered it he stood up and said, "Take that thing out of your
ass. It's time to play."

I stood and leaned on my desk and struggled to remove the plug.
When I finally managed to remove it I stood there holding it, not
sure what to do with it. I was savoring the freedom from that
damned instrument of torture and just breathing normally for a
moment. 

Blake said, as if it was obvious, "Lick it clean, bitch. We have
to get going."

I looked at the plug. It was greasy but it didn't appear to be
soiled. I didn't smell anything but that lubricant. I held my
breath and licked the grease off of it and then I dropped it in
the bag with the other toys.

Blake started for the door but I said, "Blake, my butt is all
greasy!"

He just smiled and said, "And you will be glad of it in a few
minutes."

I sighed and followed him out to the elevator. By now I suppose
that half the people in the building had gotten a good look at my
tits. But I was still uncomfortable walking the corridors with
them so exposed. 

I didn't actually work with these people. We worked for the same
company but I had always worked alone in my little office. Now
that the company was doing so well and expanding I was working
with Blake. So although I knew a lot of these people well enough
to say hello to when we passed in the corridors I didn't really
know them or have a working relationship with them. That didn't
make parading around for all intents and purposes topless any
less humiliating. 

When we got to Dominic's office the greeting we got from the
receptionist was a lot less cordial this time. She saw me leaving
Dominic's office this morning with my tits exposed and my bra in
my hand. She was blonde, but she wasn't stupid. She had to know
that I was letting these men have sex with me. And not just one
man at a time. I was in there with three of them!

I was a slut.

She waved us toward the door, without the smile this time. I got
the same look from Dominic's secretary. She looked up and I saw
the smile leave her face when she saw me. She never said a word
as we passed through her office and entered Dominic's.

Both brothers were waiting for us when we entered. Blake smiled
and said, "Here she is gentlemen. She is all greased up and ready
for you."

I was ordered to strip and placed back over that same small
table. The three men gathered around me and stared down at me.
Blake ordered me to lift my legs up and when I had my knees
pressing against my chest they stared at my exposed openings and
Tony said excitedly, "Look at that! Has she ever been fucked in
the ass?"

Blake shook his head and replied, "No sir. I put a butt plug in
her to stretch her out a little. I don't want you to tear the
skin off your dick or tear her up. But there has never been a
cock in that hole."

I didn't see what difference it made. But I was more concerned
with how much it was going to hurt me when he fucked my ass than
I was with the skin on his dick. 

He unbuckled his belt and I saw him briefly fingering the leather
and I got a chill. I could almost read his mind and I had the
distinct impression that he wished fervently that he could beat
me with it. Or maybe that was just me being afraid of him. 

He opened his pants and dropped to his knees. His cock came to
rest on my slit. He was already hard. He rubbed his cock through
my slit and I really wished that he would use that opening
instead. But that wasn't why I was here.

He stared at my face and drew back enough to press the head of
his cock against my smaller back opening. I started tensing up
but I head Blake say calmly, "You can tense up if you want to,
you stupid bitch, but you're only hurting yourself."

I tried to force myself to relax. I knew that he was right. But I
was so damned scared.

I saw the eager, lustful look on Tony's face as he began pressing
the head of his cock against my hole. I was indeed glad now for
the grease and for the time spent with that plug in my butt. To
my great amazement, Tony's cock slid in almost easily. It was
uncomfortable. It was unpleasant. But it hardly hurt at all!

I groaned as he entered me. He slid his cock in all the way, must
faster than he needed to. But thanks to all of the grease and
that horrible butt plug there was almost no pain at all when his
cock forced its way inside of me!

Or at least it didn't hurt much until he reached around my legs
and grabbed my tits and started squeezing as he stared down at my
face and watched the effect of the pain, fed off it, got turned
on by it.

He squeezed harder and harder until Dominic said in a soft but
firm voice, "Tony...Tony, you know better."

Tony eased his grip slightly and started fucking my ass. He was
brutal and if I hadn't been stretched out by that butt plug I
know that I would have been hurt bad.

He came very quickly and there isn't the slightest doubt in my
mind that it was more from the pain he saw on my face than from
the sensations he got from pummeling my ass with his cock. He
left his cock inside of me until it was completely soft and then
he didn't pull it out so much as my ass expelled it.

He stood up and walked around and shoved it into my mouth and
while I sucked him clean I felt Dominic take his place in my
ass.

Dominic wasn't nearly as rough and instead of squeezing my
breasts and trying to hurt me he reached down and teased my
pussy. By the time he finally came I was actually starting to
enjoy it! Still, I was very glad that it was over. He pulled his
cock out of me and moved around to get cleaned. 

While I was sucking Dominic's cock I heard Tony say, "Why don't
you try it out Blake? We loosened her up for you."

Blake answered, "I don't think she's ready for me yet, Tony. I
don't want to do too much too soon and tear her. I have an
unusually fat cock."

Tony grinned and said, "Yes, I know. I watched you fuck the bitch
this morning. Now I want to see you fuck her ass. Go ahead. If it
doesn't go you can stop. I want to see that thing in her ass."

Dominic said, "Come on Tony. You're getting carried away."

Tony ignored him.

Blake shrugged and said, "I'll see if it will fit. But I'm not
going to force it."

I was nervous all over again as Blake pulled his pants down to
his knees and got into position. He rubbed his semi hard cock
through my slit and then put it into my pussy and fucked me for a
minute. Then he pulled it out and placed the fat knob against my
opening. 

I was a little sore from being fucked by the two brothers and I
felt myself tensing up in fear as Blake rested the head of his
cock on my tender asshole. He began pushing lightly, not trying
to force it in at first, just applying pressure and testing the
muscles there.

I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to relax but Tony
said, "Open your eyes, bitch. I want to see the look in your eyes
when that thing pops inside of you."

Prick!

I opened my eyes and stared down at Blake. I saw the concern on
his face and it made me feel a little better. I knew that he
didn't want to hurt me, even if Tony did.

He was applying pressure and then backing off and then suddenly
the head of his cock popped inside of my opening and I gasped. I
felt terribly stretched and it was very uncomfortable. But I knew
that I hadn't been torn. In fact, it was only slightly more
uncomfortable than it had been with the brothers. 

My hands were gripping the sides of the table and I was breathing
in short little panting breaths. Blake had stopped once the head
of his cock was inside of me to let me adjust. He was watching my
face and when he saw that I was more or less alright he said,
"Look at me Paula."

I had been staring at him, but sightlessly. My vision had been
turned inward. I focused on him now and I saw the concern for me.
I smiled wanly and nodded my head. I gasped, "I'm okay."

He smiled and eased a little more of his cock inside of me.

Tony seemed disappointed. He demanded in an almost feverish
voice, "Damn it man! Shove it home. Fuck the bitch!"

Blake never even looked up. He calmly replied, "No."

Then he ignored Tony and concentrated on slowly working his
massive cock into my ass. It took him a very long time. He inched
it in and then pulled it back. Each time, after he inched
forward, he paused for a few second before he inserted a little
more of it into my tortured opening. He was slow and gentle and
each new inch took my breath away. But it was bearable. It was
unpleasant, but I knew I could survive it.

I don't know how long it took him. I suspect that it took as long
as ten minutes to finally get all of that big cock inside of me.
He rested for a moment once he had it buried inside of me and I
saw that he was sweating as hard as I was when he finally rested
his tight belly against my thighs.

He waited in that position until I was able to catch my breath
and then he started fucking me very slowly. I saw that it felt
good for him. He was moaning and picking up speed until he was
fucking my ass nearly as hard as he fucked my pussy. I was glad.
I wasn't enjoying it. But I wanted it to be over. I was getting
cramps from being kept in this folded over position for so long
and my ass was starting to hurt really bad. It was no longer
numb.

I tried to think of other things while he fucked me, anything to
distract me. But the pain was starting to really build up. When
he finally came I was crying quietly. I was just about to beg him
to stop when I felt him tense up and cum inside of me. 

He pulled out quickly and lowered my legs to the floor. I groaned
in pain as my legs were finally freed from their cramped position
against my chest. When I was finally able to lie straight I felt
like I had been punched in the stomach and kicked in the ass.

Through my tear filled eyes I saw Tony standing over me playing
with himself and suddenly a spray of hot cum shot out of his cock
and covered my face. The perverted bastard had been standing over
me beating his meat because my pain turned him on so much!

I heard Dominic mutter, "Damn it Tony!"

He walked to his desk and picked up the box of tissue there. But
as he was getting the tissue Tony was scooping up his cum from my
face with his fingers and feeding it to me. 

I took the tissue from Dominic who handed it to me with an
apologetic look on his face. When I had wiped my face I still had
one chore left. I sucked Blake's cock clean so that he could get
dressed.

I wiped my ass on more of the tissue before anyone got any nasty
ideas. Then I struggled to my feet. 

Dominic saw how much trouble I was having and helped me to stand.
Tony rolled his eyes and said, "Jesus, Dom! She's just a fucking
cunt!"

Dom shook his head in disgust and replied, "Tony, you are such an
ass!"

The men dressed hurriedly and then watched me as I dressed. 

Dominic thanked Blake, but neither man spoke to me. What the
hell. I'm just a cunt.

Blake said good afternoon to the brothers and guided me to the
door. We walked silently out to the elevators. While we were
waiting for an elevator Blake whispered, "Sorry. I never met the
son of a bitch before this morning. I didn't know."

I sighed and after making sure no one was listening I said, "Me
either, and I've worked here for almost seven years!"

I stopped in the ladies restroom before going back to the office.
It was after three when I got back to my desk. We had only been
in Dominic's office for about forty-five minutes! It had seemed
like hours.

Blake asked me if I was alright. I nodded and answered, "Sore,
but nothing seems to be damaged. You were right. I am so glad you
made me stuff that damned plug up my ass. You guys would have
killed me if I wasn't stretched open."

He grinned wryly and said, "I had no intention of fucking your
ass so soon, maybe not ever. I'm not really into that. I'm sorry
about hurting you. I was as gentle as possible."

I smiled and responded, "I know Blake. It wasn't that bad, I
guess. It could have been worse. Were you watching Tony? That son
of a bitch has a screw loose."

Blake nodded and said, "Yeah, he worries me."

We went back to work and I really threw myself into my job. I
didn't want to think about all the other things. Not the Anderson
brothers, not Karen, and not the way that Blake was treating my
husband. It was getting to be too much like one of those stories.
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to minimize it when it got to be too
much.

By the time Karen came in at quitting time I had gotten caught up
for the first time this week. She nodded at Blake and came over
and stood by my desk. She smiled and asked, "Did you have a good
time this afternoon?"

I looked up and smiled wryly and responded, "Not so much. In
fact, it was a real pain in the ass."

She chuckled and said, "I can't wait to hear all about it."

Blake asked, "Karen, are you bi?"

Karen never changed expression. She shook her head and said, "No.
But I am separated and I am very horny. I think I might enjoy
having my friend's pretty face between my thighs. Or is that a
problem?"

Blake chuckled and replied, "That was actually just what I was
hoping for, just as long as you aren't expecting any privacy."

Karen smiled and said, "I've been through two husbands now, and a
handful of inept lovers. I'm not the shrinking violet that I used
to be. I wouldn't want to put on a show for a large audience. But
if you and Jarrod were there I could handle that."

Blake stood up and said, "It sounds like we have reached a
meeting of the minds."

She turned to face Blake then and suddenly she didn't sound
nearly as confident when she asked, "I have never been with a
black man. Is there any truth to the stereotype?"

Blake smiled and said, "Sometimes." Then he asked, "You are
separated, you live alone?"

Karen nodded. 

Blake asked, "Perhaps you'd like to spend the night. You could
ride home with us and save on gas."

Karen had her back to me. I couldn't see her face. But I could
almost hear the gears turning in her head. After a long moment
she answered, "I might spend the night. But I don't want to leave
my car here. People might talk. That isn't a good thing when you
have lawyers involved in your life. Besides, I'll need a change
of clothes for tomorrow."

Blake grinned and said, "I'd be happy to dress you. I'm having a
lot of fun dressing Paula."

I saw Karen chuckle and she responded, "I love the way she looks,
but I couldn't dress like that."

Blake said, "She didn't think she could either, until I made her.
She hates it. But her pussy stays wet all day."

Karen answered, "Yeah, I don't think so. I prefer to be an
innocent bystander."

I grabbed my purse and the newest bag of sex toys and Karen and
Blake followed me out to the garage and then she followed us to
our house in her car.

We got out of the cars in the driveway and Karen looked around
and said, "Very nice. It looks like Jarrod made the right
decision when he changed jobs."

We went inside and Karen watched in amusement as I undressed
inside the door. I was ordered to find her something to wear in
the pool. I took her upstairs and gave her one of my bikinis.
While she changed she asked me about the recent changes in my
life. 

It was just too much information to cram into a five minute
conversation. I didn't even know how to tell her why Jarrod and I
were permitting this to happen to us. I told her about what
started it. I had heard Blake telling her about it earlier but I
guess she wanted my perspective. I described that first evening
in the pool when Blake had felt me up in front of Jarrod. It had
been almost nothing. He had touched my ass. But it had been the
trigger. How do you explain that?

When she was ready we headed downstairs. On the way she asked,
"What's going to happen? What are you going to do?"

I shrugged and answered, "Everything he tells me to do."

She asked almost breathlessly, "Do you like doing that?"

I answered truthfully, "Not always. Not often. But the idea of it
keeps my pussy drooling even when I don't like what I'm doing.
Actually, I think the things that I don't like turn me on at
least as much as the things that I like. If you don't understand
that there is no way to explain it."

When we got back down to the pool, Blake was sitting naked at the
table in the shade. We stepped out and I started to ask them if I
could get them anything when Karen gasped and said, "Oh my god!"

She was looking at Blake's cock. It was soft and curled over to
the side in a non threatening way. She still had no idea. I was
looking forward to seeing her face when she saw that thing
angry.

Blake sent me to get him a drink and Karen shook her head when I
asked her what she wanted. She never took her eyes from Blake's
cock. She responded absently, "I don't care. Anything."

I went in and made Blake's drink. Then I made a pitcher of Long
Island ice tea for me and Karen. That should loosen her up.

But when I got back outside she was on her knees beside Blake's
chair with his cock in her hand, watching it slowly grow as she
held it. I almost laughed out loud. 

Blake reached out for his drink and I saw that he was having
trouble keeping a straight face too.

I poured a drink for me but held off on pouring Karen's. It
looked like she might be busy for a few minutes.

Blake sipped his drink and then reached down and cupped Karen's
breast. She sighed, but there was no sign that she was going to
offer any resistance. 

Blake looked up at me and said, "Paula, I don't like to feel
cloth between my hand and a woman's tits. Take off her top. I
want to see those tits.

Karen appeared mesmerized. Apparently her desire to be an
innocent bystander had lasted just until she had seen Blake's
cock. I wondered how long it had been since she split up with her
current husband.

I didn't even set my glass down. I reached down and pulled the
string that tied Karen's top behind her back and then the one
behind her neck. It fell into her lap, apparently unnoticed. 

Karen's tits were much bigger than mine, at least a C cup,
probably a D. She was larger than me though and they really
didn't look that much bigger. I don't mean she was overweight. He
was proportionate. But she was a larger woman. Her breasts would
have looked huge on my small frame.

Blake liked them. He smiled when they came into view and while
Karen continued to tease his cock to erection he toyed freely
with her breasts. I stood nearby for a few moments, waiting to
see if Blake wanted me to do anything. It looked like he didn't
need me though so I started to sit down. 

Blake shook his head and said, "Not yet Paula. Finish your drink.
Then I want to watch you and Karen for a while."

I wasn't even certain if Karen had heard him. She was totally
focused on Blake's cock which was now totally erect. I heard her
whisper, "Jesus Paula! You've fucked this?!"

Blake answered for me. "She has fucked it with her pussy and her
ass, or more correctly I have fucked her pussy and her ass with
hit. She has also taken it all the way into her throat. Just like
that old movie, only with a real cock!"

Karen shook her head and said, "Bullshit!"

Blake smiled and said, "Paula, are you going to let your friend
call me a liar?"

I smiled and put my drink down. I stepped closer and replaced
Karen's hand with my own. I leaned down and licked the head of
his cock and then slipped my lips around the knob. I started
bobbing up and down, taking more of his cock into my mouth with
each stroke. It wasn't easy. It was never going to be easy. But
in about two minutes I had his entire cock in my mouth and
throat. 

Karen exclaimed breathlessly, "No fucking way!"

Blake chuckled and said, "Seeing is believing. But don't feel
bad, Karen. I didn't believe anyone could do it either. It seems
that Paula has a real talented throat. I doubt if there is
another woman in the state that could do that."

I continued sucking his cock for a moment, but then he pushed me
away. He smiled and said, "That's wonderful, as usual Paula. But
I'm going to let you and Karen play for a while now. Later, if
Karen is real nice, I think I'll fuck her. I get the impression
that she really needs a good hard fuck."

I straightened up and took Karen's hand. I was surprised at how
much I was looking forward to this. I had never done it before
and Karen said that she hadn't either. So I guess we were both
virgins. I had thought about it though, wondered about it. I
liked having my pussy eaten and I knew what I liked. So I wasn't
too worried about pleasing another woman. 

I dropped a lounge chair cushion in the grass and placed a towel
on it. It was a warm evening and it looked like we were going to
be getting wet and sweaty. I guided Karen to the cushion and
placed her on her back. When she was comfortable I got on my
knees beside her and gently moved my fingertips over her sexy
body. I smiled and said, "I've never done this before. Tell me if
I do something you don't like, or if I don't do something that
you like."

Karen took my hand and gently pulled me down beside her and we
started kissing. Our kisses were tentative at first. We were both
a little nervous about kissing another woman this way for the
first time. But soon we were much more comfortable and the kisses
were becoming very passionate. 

My hand began to travel down and explore her body. It was the
first time that I had touched another woman's body and I was
surprised at how erotic the experience was. And when her fingers
began to tease my breast it was a totally different feeling than
when a man touched me. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

We were still kissing a few minutes later when I heard a noise
and looked up to see that Blake had moved his chair closer so
that he had a better view. I had forgotten all about him!
I quickly forgot about him again. I began to kiss my way down
Karen's neck and over the tops of her breasts. I kissed all
around her breasts for a long time before I actually began
kissing, licking and then sucking them. I was a little sad that I
had waited until I was almost thirty to try this. I had missed
out on a lot of fun. I quickly realized that I liked tits! I
liked the way Karen went a little nuts when I sucked and nibbled
on her nipples. But I also liked the feel of that warm, soft,
sensitive flesh in my hands and in my mouth. I knew I was going
to do this again. I hoped it would be soon!

As I teased Karen's tits with my mouth I slowly slid my hand down
to the little bikini that was her only remaining covering. I
moved my hand over her lightly before I pulled the strings on the
sides and let it slip down between her thighs. 

I felt my entire body suffusing with heat at the idea that I was
about to touch another woman's vagina. I was already excited. But
now I was excited and nervous and anxious and...I don't know.
This isn't like holding her hand or even like touching her boob.
It's her vagina for Christ's sake! Her cunt! A woman just doesn't
do that! Well, most women don't. 

I had really mixed emotions. It wasn't that I didn't want to do
it. I did. But what kind of woman did that make me? What would
she think? What would Blake think? What was I thinking?!

Karen was already breathing hard and she had put her arms around
my head and squeezed me tight to her breasts. But as my hand
neared her moist, hot center she rolled her head back and I heard
her murmuring, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh yes, touch me Paula. Touch
me! Oh baby, touch me and I'll cum!"

I almost came just from listening to her! I teased all around her
pussy with my fingers. But I never touched it. I never got close.
And it drove her crazy. But the exciting part was how excited I
got when I watched her going crazy. God that was hot!

I eased my head out of her grip and licked my way down her hot
body. When I reached her pubic hair she groaned. Then she begged
me in a desperate voice, "Touch me! Please Paula! I need to cum
so bad!"

I couldn't believe how hot she was making me! The urgency in her
voice, coupled with the pleasure I was taking from teasing her
beautiful body were almost enough to make me cum.

I turned and wedged myself between her long, slender legs and
leaned down and breathed softly on her vulva. I looked closely at
another woman's sex for the first time in my life. Her juices
were streaming out of her slit and running down between her legs.


I had always been a little self conscious about my pussy. I
thought it was kind of...well, ugly actually. Not pretty, that
was for sure. But looking at Karen now I realized how wrong I had
been. It was beautiful! The way it looked, the way it smelled,
the way she reacted when my warm breath ghosted over her
sensitive flesh, I loved it!

I leaned down finally and kissed her lightly. She groaned and her
ass came right up off the cushion as her pussy tried to follow my
lips when I took them away. Her pussy was begging for more and I
honestly didn't think that anything she was doing now was done
consciously. She was going nuts and she needed me! She needed me!
She needed my lips and my tongue and she desperately needed an
orgasm.

She started to beg me again to touch her, to let her cum. Before
she said two words I touched my tongue to her slit and tasted her
juices. She was delicious! She cried out and I ran my tongue
through her slit from the bottom to the top and then up over her
clit. 

She started to scream and I saw her bring her arm up to her mouth
and bite her own flesh to keep from screaming!

I felt something between my legs then and I jumped. I thought it
was Blake but I turned my head slightly and saw that he was still
seated in his chair. Then Jarrod, who was behind me now, bent
over and kissed my shoulder and whispered, "Don't stop, that
would be cruel!"

I started eating Karen's cunt and I was enjoying it almost as
much as she was. It helped that Jarrod was playing with my pussy,
but I would have loved it even if he hadn't been. God this was
hot!

I ate Karen for a very long time. She had finally stopped cumming
and was lying there whimpering. But her evening wasn't over. 

Blake picked me up as easily as if I was an inflatable doll and
set me down out of the way. I watched in awe as he moved between
her legs and lined his huge cock up with her sopping wet pussy. 

Her eyes suddenly shot open and she saw Blake leaning over her
and she exclaimed loudly, "Yes! Fuck me god damn it! Take me.
Make me your bitch! Shove that big beautiful cock into me and
make me scream!"

So he did. And she did! Man did she scream! I knew the neighbors
were hearing this!

Her legs wrapped around his and her arms went around him and
gripped his back and I watched her fuck back at him so hard that
she almost threw him off. No, Karen was no innocent bystander. 

By the time Blake filled her pussy with one of his trademark
buckets of cum she was as limp as a dishrag. He remained over her
while his cock went soft and she moaned almost continuously. It
was like she was purring. And all the while her hands explored
his sweaty body and still her body twitched under him as if she
were having little mini orgasms.

Blake finally got to his knees and stared down at Karen and I
could see that he was really impressed. I was almost jealous.

He stared at her for a long moment and then he got to his feet
and turned to Jarrod. He smiled and said, "You can fuck either
one of them. But Paula is so horny right now that if you tried
crawling on top of Karen she would probably bite your balls
off."

Jarrod smiled and said, "Karen is beautiful and sexy. But I
couldn't leave Paula like this. She has always made sure that I
was taken care of. Fair is fair. And I'm rather attached to my
balls."

I kissed him and said, "Very wise choice. You can fuck Karen
later if you want."

Jarrod said, "It looks like Karen is done for the night."

I smiled and said, "I am pretty sure that once you and Karen see
the movie we brought home you will both be up for another round
of fun and games."

Karen and Jarrod both asked, "What movie?"

Blake explained that while the quality was probably pretty poor
since it was made from security cameras we had been given the
recording that they made of my first gang bang in the gym. He was
pretty sure that we would find it interesting.

Blake helped a very wrung out Karen to her feet and they went
over to the table and had a drink. Jarrod and I got comfortable
on the cushion and lay facing each other and kissing.

He started grinning and said, "That's a first!"

"What is?" I asked.

He chuckled and responded, "You taste like pussy. How did you
like it?"

I smiled and said, "Nearly as much as she did! It is fun, isn't
it?"

Jarrod answered, "Mmmm," as he licked my face clean.

We kissed and touched for a while and even under these strange
circumstances it was very romantic. But I think we were both in
the mood to fuck, not make love. Or maybe I just had a
subconscious need to compete since there was another beautiful,
slutty woman playing our little game tonight.

Jarrod and I were both so turned on that neither one of us could
take much foreplay. He started to kiss his way down my body but I
pulled him back up over me and said, "Fuck that! I need some
cock! Fuck me baby!"

It didn't take very long. Turning Karen on and getting her off
had been very exciting for me. Watching us had really turned
Jarrod on. We had some very satisfying, hot, sweaty sex and when
we were satisfied we sat up to see Karen sitting in Blake's lap
and already looking like she was ready for round two.

Jarrod and I went over to the table and I checked on the drinks.
The pitcher of Long Island ice tea was ruined. The ice had all
melted. And Blake's drink was empty. But when I asked, no one was
really interested in alcohol. We decided to move inside and have
some ice water and watch the DVD of my first gang bang.

While Jarrod got the DVD ready, Blake made me call for pizza
again. After the way I had tipped the kid that delivered the last
order I knew this one would arrive quickly. 

The quality of the movie was just as poor as we expected. The
picture was pretty clear considering it was being provided by
security cameras. It was obvious that the guys in security were
watching. We discovered that they had the ability to zoom in with
their cameras. The cameras followed me around the gym from the
time that I had entered and zoomed in frequently. The picture was
clear enough that my pubic hair could be plainly seen as I rode
the exercise bike. 

Karen and Jarrod both loved my new workout clothes. But they
liked it even more when Brad stood over me with my breasts
exposed and then bent down to kiss me. I finally found out who
had removed my shorts and I found myself watching as if it wasn't
me on the screen. The cameras caught all of the action and it was
like I was seeing it for the first time. Well, I was, I suppose.
It was really hot considering how poor the cameras were.

Except for a few comments from Karen and Jarrod about my little
gym outfit in the beginning the four of us watching in silence. 

I was just about through getting fucked by the second set of men
when we had to pause while I went to the door, in the nude of
course, and paid and tipped the pizza delivery guy. It was a
different young man this time, but it had been obvious by the
expectant look on his face that he was aware of the tip I had
given to the last guy and he was hoping for the same treat.

It was kind of amusing. But after he left I couldn't help
wondering at the change in me. It was hard to believe that this
all started only four short days ago and now I thought nothing of
kneeling down and sucking the cock of a perfect stranger just for
the hell of it!

I took the pizza into the living room and went out to the kitchen
for some plates and paper towels. We all decided that beer would
go better with pizza than water so Jarrod came along and helped
me carry everything.

When we returned to the room Karen was talking quietly to Blake
but she stopped when we came in and looked a little guilty. I
didn't think anything of it though.

Once everyone had been served we restarted the DVD. Blake and I
had lived it so it was fun to watch but not as exciting for us as
it was for Jarrod and Karen.

Blake waited until we finished our pizza and said, "Paula, come
over here and suck my cock while I watch this. You won't miss
anything, you know how it ends."

I started to kneel between his legs but he positioned me so that
I was working from the side. He ordered me to just hold his cock
in my mouth and suck on it for a while as we watched. 

I held about half of his semi hard cock in my mouth. I could
still taste Karen on it. I didn't mind at all. I saw Karen
looking back and forth between the television and me. She really
seemed fascinated by that big black cock of his.

Blake let me suck him for a few minutes before he said, "Jarrod,
get over here between my legs and lick my balls. You can watch
the movie later."

I saw Jarrod glance uncomfortably at Karen. I think that he was
actually thinking about saying no. He really didn't want to do
this, especially in front of Karen.

In a stern voice Blake said, "Don't make me repeat myself again,
boy. I've warned you about that. Karen wants to see what you can
do. Now get your ass down here!"

This must have been what Karen was talking to Blake about while
Jarrod and I were out of the room. She was more of a pervert than
I thought she was.

Jarrod gave in and moved between Blake's legs. He leaned down and
began licking Blake's oversized, hairy black balls while I sucked
on his cock. His cock was erect now and I didn't think it would
be much longer before he wanted me to provide him with a more
active blowjob.

But he wasn't finished humiliating Jarrod. Blake and Karen
watched us servicing Blake's cock and balls for a few minutes and
then Blake grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted my head away
from his cock.

He gave Jarrod an evil grin and said, "Now you suck it, boy. Show
my new friend what a good little cocksucker you are."

It was obvious that Jarrod wasn't enjoying this and he really
didn't want to obey. So I don't know why he did. Well, in a way I
do. But it is very confusing, very convoluted. It goes back to
that whole scenario of being aroused by being forced to do the
things you hate to do. 

Whatever the reason, Jarrod pulled Blake's cock to his lips and
began sucking. It wasn't the first time. But he was doubly
humiliated by having to do it in front of Karen. 

Karen, on the other hand, was fascinated. I heard her gasp, "Oh
my god! He's doing it!"

She leaned closer and then she placed her small hand around
Blake's large cock and began to slowly move it up and down that
four or five inches that Jarrod couldn't get in his mouth. 

Blake whispered to me that he wanted me to hold his balls. I took
them in my hand and teased them gently with my fingertips and the
three of us quickly brought Blake to orgasm in my husband's
mouth. 

Jarrod gagged and choked when Blake shot his cum into his mouth.
But he had tasted Blake's cum before and he must have known what
to expect. It was a struggle for him though. Tears were streaming
from his eyes but with the three of us watching he managed to
swallow it all down. It wasn't easy for him. But he did it.

Karen whispered, "Oh my god that was hot!" Then she pulled
Jarrod's face away from Blake's cock and kissed him passionately.
I could see her tongue exploring his mouth as if she were
searching for any leftover cum.

Jarrod started returning her passionate kiss and she slipped down
off of the couch, pushed him over on his back and mounted him.
She worked his cock into her pussy and stared down at him while
she fucked him on the floor at Blake's feet. As she moved up and
down on my husband's cock she leaned over him and said, "That was
the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. You fucking pervert! I
love it!"

She leaned down and Jarrod reached up and pulled her down on top
of him and they fucked wildly while Blake sat me up and held me
against his chest and played with my tits.

While we watched them Blake whispered, "He didn't do too bad. But
I still think he's going to have a hard time tomorrow night. The
Andersons have something planned for you and Jarrod after work. I
don't know what. They are taking us out after work but they
didn't say where."

I said, "You don't have to let them you know."

He chuckled and replied, "What makes you think I don't want to go
along? And yeah, I do have to let them. I like working there. I'm
not going to rock the boat."

We watched the rutting couple on the floor in front of us for a
few minutes before I thought to say, "I think that there is
something not quite right about Tony. He scares me."

Blake responded, "Yeah. I think that he could be a problem
without Dom there to keep him in check. I'll keep an eye on
him."

It was then that Karen reached orgasm and Jarrod came a minute
later. They lay together kissing and giggling like a couple of
dumb kids for a minute before Blake said, "Jarrod, clean her up
and we'll get back to the movie."

I hadn't even realized that he had paused it!

Jarrod got to his knees and moved down to lick and suck Karen's
pussy until it was clean. Then Blake instructed him to stand in
front of me so I could clean his cock.

We returned to our seats then and watched the movie for a little
longer. But it was hard to watch and there was no sound. Before
very long we were all ready for bed. Besides, I had lost track of
how many times the guys had fucked me. I had been trying to count
the orgasms but there had been too many distractions here in the
living room. Maybe some other time. I might have to watch it
alone someday.

Karen had no more doubts about spending the night. She went into
the mother-in-law suite with Blake while Jarrod and I cleaned up
the living room and went to bed.

We were lying in the dark after lying down and I asked, "Jarrod,
did Blake say anything about tomorrow night?"

He answered, "He told me to go to your office after I got off
work and he said that we were going out with the Andersons. Is
there something else I should know?"

I sighed and said, "That's all we know. But the older brother,
Tony, he's weird. Dom is just a horny old man. But Tony, I don't
trust him. Blake doesn't either. Tomorrow could be a rough night
for both of us."

Jarrod didn't say anything. He just pulled me tight and kissed
the back of my neck and my shoulder. His hands began to caress my
breasts and his kisses continued and even though we were both
very tired we were soon making love again. 

As exciting as all the other stuff was, having sex with Blake and
the Andersons and being gang banged and making love to Karen, and
I would hate to give that stuff up now that I had come to enjoy
it so much, but it all paled in comparison to making love to the
man I was married to, the man I adored. That other stuff was very
exciting. But it didn't give me the warm feeling I got from
making love to Jarrod.

We lay together in the dark after our climax and held each other
lovingly before going to clean up. We never made it. The next
thing we knew it was morning. We were still holding each other
the way we had been when we drifted off to sleep last night.

I shut off the alarm and while Jarrod took a shower I ran
downstairs and made coffee. Then I went up and took a quick
shower while Jarrod dressed. 

After my shower I started looking in my closet for something to
wear to work that would satisfy Blake and the Andersons. I had
already worn my most revealing dress and my shortest skirt and my
only sheer blouse.

I was still looking when Blake and Karen came in to help.

Blake looked through my wardrobe once more and just kept shaking
his head. Finally he selected a sundress and handed it to Karen.
He said, "Here, try this on."

Karen looked at the dress and exclaimed, "Blake! She is at least
two sizes smaller than me!"

He smiled and responded, "That's the only reason I think it might
be acceptable."

She started to shake her head but in a very stern voice he
snapped, "I said put it on, bitch!"

I guess that he had decided that he needed another slave last
night. And apparently Karen had decided to give up any pretense
of being an innocent bystander.

She lowered her head meekly and said, "Yes sir."

We watched her struggle into my sundress. This one didn't button.
She had to pull it on over her head and the bib top tied behind
her neck. It was not made to be worn without some sort of top
under it. And it was obviously too small for her. It was tight on
her hips and very short. But the way her breasts were attempting
to escape around the sides of the bib top was the really
interesting feature. She was having a hell of a time keeping them
under the top.

Blake smiled and said, "See! That's perfect!"

She exclaimed, "Blake! I can't wear this to work!"

He laughed and said, "Don't be silly. The Andersons are going to
love it."

She whispered, "I'll get fired."

Blake patted her ass and said, "No, you'll get fucked."

He sent her off to find her shoes and get a cup of coffee. She
looked like she was going to cry when she turned and left the
room.

Then he started trying to find something slutty enough for me to
wear to work. There is a strange sentence!

It looked like he was going to give up and just pick another
sundress. I was starting to think that I was going to have a
pretty easy day, especially compared to Karen. But then I saw
that light in his eyes and I knew he had had an inspiration.

He asked, "Where is that bolero top that we bought?"

I didn't like the excitement I heard in his voice. That sound did
not bode well for me.

I answered, "In a drawer, in my dresser."

He smiled and said, "Go get it out."

I left to get out the little crocheted vest and he came out right
behind me. I looked up to see that he was carrying a lacy slip.

He insisted that I put it on and I did, hoping fervently that he
would see that I couldn't wear it as an outer garment. There was
no question of it being a slip dress. It was obviously an
undergarment. The bra cups and the strip of lace around the
bottom were very attractive, and very revealing. But if that
wasn't bad enough, there was a three inch slit up both sides. And
it was so short that the slits went half way up to my waist. 

It was obvious that I was naked under it. But in case no one was
paying attention, every step I took bared my hips almost to my
waist. And in good light my nipples and my crotch were visible.

I slipped the little crocheted bolero vest on and its loose weave
did little to make this an outfit that I could wear in public,
much less to work!

I gave Blake a desperate look but he just smiled and said,
"Perfect!"

"Blake!" I exclaimed. "I can't go downtown like this! I can't go
to work like this! Maybe, just maybe if I had a few drinks I
could wear this out to a club. But this...this is just...Blake I
can't wear this!"

He didn't even bother to respond. He turned me and pushed me
toward the bedroom door. His only comment was, "Come on, I need a
cup of coffee."

I got downstairs just in time to say goodbye to Jarrod. He stared
at me in disbelief for a moment, and then he shook his head and
grabbed his things and rushed out. Karen was staring at me too
and after I kissed Jarrod goodbye she said, "I feel a little
better about what I'm wearing now."

She paused and said, "Christ Paula! You look like a hooker!"

I looked at her wryly and said, "Gee, thanks Karen. You, on the
other hand, are the very model of modesty and decorum."

She shrugged. As a result of the shrug she had to shove one of
her tits back inside of the bib top of her dress. When she was
covered up she looked up and said, "At least my tits are covered
some of the time. I can see your nipples sweetheart."

I sighed and said, "Yeah, I know."

We finished our coffee and Blake drove us to the office. It was
decided that Karen would return to our house tonight so we all
rode in one car. 

As soon as we were parked in the underground garage we got out of
Blake's car. I was watching Karen and now that it was happening,
now that we were actually at the office, she was not nearly so
self assured. She stood by the car watching all of our co-workers
stream toward the elevators. It looked like she was having a hard
time forcing herself to take that first step. 

Once more everyone stopped and stared as we approached. But there
were two of us and I felt a little better now that I wasn't the
only slut in the building.

I had one advantage over Karen once we got to work. I worked
alone in an office with Blake. Karen worked with six men in
another office down the hall. She didn't even have a cubicle to
hide in. I took comfort in the fact that she would be struggling
all day to keep her tits covered. No, that's not entirely
correct. I didn't take comfort so much as I was amused.

Blake got a phone call at ten. We were being summoned back
upstairs. I heard Blake suggest that Karen be invited as well. He
hung up the phone and we went to the elevators. As we were
waiting for one to arrive Karen came down the hall. It was funny
watching her walk. With each step her breasts struggled to peek
out from their inadequate covering. Every four or five steps she
had to adjust her top. And there was no way to do that discreetly
while walking down the corridor.

When she arrived at the elevator she stood beside Blake and
hissed, "I can't work like this! Half the men I work with have
seen my tits this morning!"

Blake smiled smugly and responded, "That was what I had in mind.
Are you going to try and tell me that your pussy isn't wet?"

She answered, "No. But..."

Blake interrupted to say, "Good, because you are about to get
something shoved in it. Once the Anderson brothers see you they
are going to want to fuck you. Maybe Paula can get a little rest
now."

Karen whispered loudly, "I don't want to fuck them!"

He smiled and said, "It is no longer up to you. I decide who you
fuck now. And you aren't going to fuck them. They are going to
fuck you. Your ass is mine now. You gave it to me last night,
remember?"

She mumbled, "Yeah, but, I didn't mean..."

Blake chuckled and said, "Yes you did. You knew what you were
getting into. You have seen what I did with Paula and it turns
you on. Don't even try to lie to me."

She had turned bright red. But she didn't argue. This may not
have been what she intended. And I imagine that this was all
moving pretty fast for her. But I guess she had the same
submissive fantasies that I did. And now she was going to be
tested just like I had been. 

The elevator finally came. We stepped in, the doors closed, and
we were hidden from the stares of our co-workers for all too
brief a time. For some reason though, I still found it so much
more humiliating to be dressed this way on the top floor with all
of those smartly dressed executive secretaries and receptionists
looking at us and knowing full well why we were there and what we
were doing in that office. And it was obvious when they looked at
us that they all knew.

When we arrived at Dominic's office we were waved right in. The
receptionist and the secretary had given up any pretence of
civility. They didn't call us sluts and tramps when we went by,
but it was written all over their faces. They did seem surprised
to see Karen with us.

Blake opened the office door and stood aside to let us pass. The
brothers weren't the only ones getting a surprise today. They
were surprised to see Karen with her tits all but hanging out. 

We were surprised to see that there was another man in the office
with them this morning. Dominic introduced us to Neal Carter.
Neal was in charge of the satellite office that Blake had been
promoted from. He was in town for a day of meetings and he would
be joining us when we went out this evening.

The Andersons had told him about me and offered to share some of
the new company pussy with him. Now they were pleased to discover
that they had two company pussies. 

Blake greeted his old boss warmly and then he ordered Karen and
me to undress. I was getting used to undressing in front of
groups of men. Poor Karen was obviously embarrassed.

Karen and I had stopped just inside the door when we entered. Now
I took Karen's hand and pulled her across the office. She was so
nervous about undressing in front of these three men for the
first time that she didn't even notice at first that her tit had
slid out of her top again. 

The men noticed though. Dominic smiled and said, "I guess you
dressed them this morning, Blake?"

Blake chuckled and said, "Yes sir. Karen spent the night with us.
She is wearing one of Paula's sundresses. As you can see, she is
a bit heavier up top. She is having a hell of a time keeping
those puppies covered."

Tony leered at us as quietly.

I started undressing. I pulled off the bolero vest and I was
removing my slip when he said, "That should be the uniform for
all the women who work here. The morale would skyrocket!"

I tossed my slip aside and turned to Karen. She was still
standing beside me fully dressed, except for her exposed breast.
I moved behind her and as I slowly untied the cord behind her
neck that held her bib top in place I whispered, "You're going to
love it Karen. Relax and go with it. Once you give yourself
permission to be a slut it's a lot of fun."

I let the string slip through my fingers and as the top fell away
from her tits I reached around and cupped them, teasing them with
my fingers while I kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders
in front of our small audience.

After a minute or so I dropped my hands to the elastic waistband
of the dress and eased it down over her hips. I let it drop to
the floor at her feet and now we were both naked in front of four
older men. Well, Blake was only slightly older, but Karen and I
were both several years younger than him. And we were about half
as old as the Andersons.

I gently pushed her forward a couple of feet until she was within
reach of the Andersons. I moved over and stood in front of Mr.
Carter. I smiled up at him and said, "Hello Mr. Carter. I'm
Paula. Is there anything that I can do to make your stay in town
more interesting?"

He smiled and replied, "Please, call me Neal. And I have to say
that you already have. But I'm sure we can think of something
else if we put our heads together."

I saw the Andersons getting better acquainted with Karen out of
the corner of my eye. I decided to stay out of that unless
someone ordered me to join in later. I started helping Neal
remove his suit.

When he was naked I dropped down and started licking and sucking
his hard cock while he leaned back against Dom's desk. Neal was
very tall and very skinny. He had a full head of white hair and I
guessed his age was somewhere in his early sixties. But he
obviously didn't have a virility problem. His long, skinny cock
was hard as a rock and when I took it down into my throat for the
first time he gasped and exclaimed, "Son of a bitch! They told me
you could do that. I just didn't think you could do it with me.
Fuck that's exciting!"

It wasn't even that difficult! He did have a very long cock. But
it wasn't very thick. I thought that it would be a very nice cock
for fucking. He would be able to take such long strokes. But that
would have to wait. He wanted to experience his first deepthroat
blowjob and ours is not to reason why.

I could see the Andersons fucking Karen. Tony was fucking her
mouth and Dom was fucking her pussy. They were really letting her
have it and she had finally gotten over her shyness. It was
obvious that she was enjoying herself now. I could hear her moans
of pleasure as they double teamed her.

Neal kept looking back and forth between me and Karen. It was a
couple of minutes before he seemed to notice Blake standing back
out of the way. He said, "Blake! Don't just stand there. This
nice young woman would probably love it if you would join in."

I heard Blake undressing behind me and soon he was on his knees,
working the head of his cock into me from behind.

I moaned in pleasure as he found the right place and his cock
started stretching my pussy again. God I love that feeling!

Neal exclaimed, "Oh yeah! That's good. Make her moan some more.
Fuck the shit out of her Blake."

Blake grabbed my hips in his large, strong hands and started
pounding into me. I loved the way it felt and Neal loved the way
I was grunting and moaning around his cock. 

I heard Karen screaming beside me. She was the first to reach
orgasm. I had forgotten how loud she got when she came. It was a
good thing that Tony had his cock in her mouth. 

Neal was next. He suddenly grasped my head and held my face
against his belly and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat. His
cock was even longer than Blake's and it felt really strange in
my throat. But because it was so much thinner I had no trouble
breathing and there was no pain. Or maybe I was just getting used
to having a cock in my throat. 

Neal held my head in place while his cock slowly receded from my
throat. I heard the brothers coming one right after the other and
then it was only me and Blake. I felt everyone's eyes on us as we
fucked and that really ramped up the excitement level. I was
enjoying another vicious fuck by Blake. But hearing them talk
about my tits swinging under me so violently and how huge his
cock was and what a slut I was, that all made it so much better
and soon I was screaming soundlessly around Neal's cock, several
inches of which were still in my throat.

Blake came as soon as I did and as soon as Neal let go of my head
I turned around and sucked Blake's cock clean. Neal got a big
kick out of that.

I thought we were finished. But our sick friend Tony had
something else in mind before we could go back to work. He
ordered Karen to lie on her back and then he ordered me into a
sixty-nine position. The four of them stood around and watched
Karen and I eat each other's cum filled pussies. What bothered me
about that wasn't that we minded doing it. It was just that I
knew that Tony had thought he would gross us out by making us
clean each other's freshly fucked pussy. 

They didn't let us do it long enough for it to be fun. Once the
obvious mess was taken care of we were ordered to dress. Not that
you could call the clothes we had to put on being dressed.

Once we had put our slut outfits back on, Blake escorted us past
the increasingly hostile ladies out front and down to the
elevators. Karen looked like she was going to explode while we
were waiting for the elevator. The doors opened and we stepped
into the elevator. As soon as the door closed she exclaimed,
"Fuck me!" Then she turned and wrapped her arms around Blake's
neck and kissed him. Then she smiled and said, "Working here is a
lot more fun than it used to be!" 

I just shook my head and said, "Slut!"

She turned to me and said, "Yeah! Isn't it great!"

Then she put her tits back inside of her dress and stood waiting
for the door to open.

When we got back to our office I said to Blake, "This can't end
well for me. I can't see me working here much longer. They are
going to make it impossible. But before I get pushed out I want
to make our section the most productive section working here. I
want to make it really hurt them when I have to leave."

Blake responded, "I don't have a problem with us being the best
team that ever worked here. I've never been afraid of hard work.
But this doesn't have to end like that. Once the novelty wears
off the games will slow down. It's just all new and exciting
right now."

I smiled and said, "Yes, it certainly is exciting. And if it were
just Dominic then things might work out. But I'm afraid that
Anthony is going to be a problem."

Blake didn't say anything but I saw the uncomfortable look on his
face. I could see that he worried about Anthony too. That didn't
make me feel any better.

We put our heads together and spent much of the next several
hours working out a plan to make our little two person section
the best performing section in the company. It was easy to see
why Blake had worked his way up the ladder and was so highly
thought of. He had a very analytical mind and was very good at
coming up with original ideas. I really envied him his
organizational skills.

We worked right through lunch. Karen came in at lunch time and
sat with us and ate a sandwich she had gotten out of a vending
machine. She didn't say anything but she seemed fascinated. Just
before she went back to her office she said, "I'm impressed. I
wish I could work with you two."

Blake smiled and said, "Maybe that could be arranged. You have
certainly come to the attention of upper management."

She smiled, held up her middle finger and said, "See you at
quitting time." Then she tucked her boobs back under her dress
and went back to work.

By two that afternoon we had begun to put our new business plan
into effect and by the time Jarrod showed up it was already
showing signs of working. 

Jarrod came in at a little after five. Karen had already joined
us and was watching and listening to us as we contacted clients.
She didn't work with customers so we didn't have to worry about
her stealing our thunder.

When Jarrod came in we called it a day. We had already put in an
extra half hour and it was getting harder to find clients at
their desk. It was after five on a Friday afternoon. People were
out there joining the exodus out of town for the weekend.

Blake and I cleaned up our desks and then he pulled a bag out
from under his desk and said, "Come here, Paula."

He was not my supervisor. But he was my owner. I knew the games
were beginning. When I was standing in front of his desk he
reached into the bag and pulled out the red halter dress that I
had never had the nerve to wear. He smiled and said, "Put this
on."

I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized what
it was. That feeling that was about half way between getting the
wind knocked out of you and an orgasm. 

I held the dress up and remembered how much of me it didn't
cover. Blake was smiling and when I looked at Jarrod I saw that
he was looking forward to seeing me in it too. I smiled back at
Jarrod and said, "You can smile now baby. But I'm pretty certain
that you are going to be much more than an observer tonight. And
I don't think you are going to like it."

His smile faded a little but he just shrugged and responded,
"Yes, you have warned me. But I still think you look very fucking
hot in that little dress."

I took off my vest and the slip I had been wearing all day. I put
the dress on over my head and let it fall down to cover what
little of my body it would. It wasn't very much.

Now I had the same dilemma that Karen did. Keeping my tits
covered was going to be a constant problem. But that wasn't the
half of it. Half of my ass was exposed and my pussy was peeking
out with almost every step I took. As an added bonus to all the
guys that were going to see me in this tonight, it draped away
from my stomach and it was cut so low that half the time my red
pubic hair was peeking out over the tiny piece of fabric that
passed for a skirt. I didn't know where we were going but I hoped
it was someplace dark.

As if on cue, as soon as I was dressed the Andersons and Neal
Carter came into the office. They stopped and stared, open
mouthed, when they saw me.

Neal exclaimed, "My god! She's beautiful!"

I chuckled and said, "I'm almost naked!"

Tony smiled and said, "You say that like it's a bad thing. It
looks very good on you dear."

Dominic finally took his eyes off of me long enough to spot
Jarrod. He smiled and crossed the room and shook his hand. He
seemed genuinely glad to see him. He exclaimed, "Jarrod! It's
good to see you again. I've been keeping track of you over there.
My spies tell me you are going to run that company someday."

Jarrod smiled and said, "I just got lucky sir. The brains in our
marriage still works for you."

Dom laughed and said, "I'll admit she is smart. But it isn't her
brains that make me wish I was twenty-five years younger."

Neal came over and they spoke for a few minutes before Tony, who
had remained aloof while the three men held their brief reunion,
cleared his throat and said, "Let's go, the car is waiting."

The building was almost deserted now. We headed for the elevators
and saw no one until just before we stepped in. The door to the
security office at the end of the hall opened and two men came
out. They saw us getting into the elevator but the bosses ignored
them and I was pulled in before I could even wave at them.

We turned around to face the elevator door and I noticed that
already my breasts were exposed. The fabric of the dress was so
fine that I didn't even realize it. We didn't go down to the
garage. Instead we went out through the front door of the
building. There was a stretch limo waiting at the curb. 

The sidewalks were crowded and as we crossed the wide sidewalk my
breasts were on display to everyone. There was no way to walk
normally and not expose myself. My only consolation was that I
noticed Karen was having the same problem.

By the time we reached the limo there was a small crowd of men
and even a few women with disbelief written all over their faces.
They had all come to a stop and watched us as we walked far too
slowly to the limo and then climbed in as the chauffer held the
door open. Our impromptu audience got another treat when Karen
and I bent over to get in the car.

As soon as the door was closed I was pulled into Dom's lap and
Neal took the opportunity to get better acquainted with Karen. We
both had our good parts openly displayed and greedily explored as
the limo pulled away from the curb. 

Karen and I were getting used to this kind of treatment. Well,
Karen was still new to it, but neither one of us had a problem
with it. We enjoyed being treated this way. What was disturbing
was that tony was starting right in on Jarrod. 

He ordered Jarrod to kneel in front of him and in a voice that
was surprisingly bitter he said, "I always resented what you did
to me, Jarrod. I took you in and trained you and the first time
you got an offer to leave you took it. Then I find out that,
despite company policy, you have been fraternizing with another
of our employees. I expect more loyalty than that from our
employees. I certainly expected more than that from you."

I looked around nervously and I could see that everyone but Dom
was shocked by what Tony had just said. Dom looked embarrassed.

Tony was ignoring us though. He was staring down at Jarrod with
an "I got you now!" look on his face. I really didn't like the
way this evening was starting out.

Tony said, "Blake has been filling us in a little on the changes
he had been bringing about in your lives lately. I find that very
exciting. I'm looking forward to fucking your wife in front of
you tonight. We all are. But that's just going to be desert. It's
time to start, and I think you are going to really hate the
appetizer. I certainly hope so."

Tony unfastened his pants and slid them down to his ankles. Then
he reached out and grabbed a handful of Jarrod's hair and roughly
pulled his face down to his already hard cock.

He looked down at Jarrod with a haughty expression on his face
and almost spit out the words, "Suck it you fucking faggot! Show
me what a good little cocksucker you are! Show your slut of a
wife what kind of a cock swallowing pansy her husband is."

I glanced at Blake and he looked uncomfortable, but he wasn't
about to intercede and I knew it. And Dom just looked embarrassed
still. He had stopped feeling my breasts and was watching his
brother force his large cock into Jarrod's mouth roughly.

I watched helplessly as Jarrod gagged and choked on that large
cock that Tony seemed bent on shoving down his throat. I was
getting scared and I think everyone else was too. This wasn't the
good time we had envisioned when we left the office tonight.

Dom cleared his throat and quietly said, "Tony. Tony, calm down,
damn it!"

Tony glared at Dom and hissed, "Shut the fuck up. I'll calm down
after I cum down this fucking traitor's throat."

Dom put me out of his lap and reached for a telephone. He picked
it up and spoke into it quietly. A moment later the car pulled
over to the curb and seconds later the door opened and the very
large chauffeur reached in and pulled Tony out of the back of the
car with his pants still around his ankles.

Dom stepped out and shut the door and we stared through the
darkened windows as the chauffeur held a struggling Tony in his
arms while Dom quietly spoke to him, totally ignoring his ranting
and raving.

Dom came back and got in the back of the limo and the chauffer
drove off, leaving Tony struggling to pull his pants up on the
side of the road and screaming at us as we drove away.

We rode in total silence for several minutes before Dom quietly
began to speak. "I apologize for Tony, and for not doing
something sooner, Jarrod. I warned him before we left the office
that if he got out of hand I was going to throw him out. I have
been tolerating his increasingly erratic behavior for too long."

More silence. Then Neal asked, "Isn't that going to make things
pretty uncomfortable at the office on Monday?"

Dom shook his head. Then he said, "No. Our father knew that Tony
was...a little off. He left the company to me when he died. I was
charged with watching out for my older brother, but I have tried
to get him to seek help and I have tried to curb his disturbing
behavior. I give up. I told him today that if he didn't control
himself I was going to throw him out of the car and on Monday he
will have a choice. I will allow him to open up a small,
independent satellite office in another state or I will let him
go and live on the income from his considerable inheritance. He
is very lazy and I suspect he will choose the latter. But I'm not
going to cover for him any longer."

He looked at Jarrod then and said, "I'm really sorry Jarrod. Are
you alright?"

Jarrod nodded and Dom said, "Again, I am sorry. We had some
interesting and perhaps too ambitious plans for this evening.
Some of those plans I was nervous about. May I suggest a somewhat
quieter, scaled back schedule? If the rest of you don't want to
just call the whole thing off that is."

Everyone looked around and I didn't know about them but now that
Tony was out of the picture I felt a whole lot better about
things. I got back up into Dom's lap and said, "Why don't we go
to our house and have a quiet little party? Then tomorrow you can
take me and my slutty friend shopping for new clothes. We have a
very nice clothing optional pool and I can guarantee excellent
service if we call out for pizza."

So that's what we did. We all went to our house and we didn't
even stop the orgy when the poor pizza guy arrived. Karen and I
both went to the door and paid for the pizza and we worked
together to give him a tip he'll never forget.

Then it was pretty much nonstop sex until almost three in the
morning. We even insisted that the chauffeur join us. He was a
large, good looking guy and I wanted to thank him for what he did
for Jarrod. Karen and I both thanked him several times as it
turned out.

The next morning at breakfast Blake and I told Dom what we were
doing at the office and what kind of results we were getting
already. He was interested and after following the results for
two weeks Blake and I were put in charge of the entire division.
We have to travel a little but once we get all the people trained
at the satellite offices there shouldn't be much of that. 

I enjoy the traveling. Blake and I have a good time exploring new
cities and visiting some of the seamier adult businesses and
strip clubs. But I miss Jarrod when we travel and I'll be glad
when we can stop doing it so much.

We went to Sweet Nothings Saturday morning and all four men
picked out a new wardrobe for me and Karen. Some of the things
they bought were as outrageous as that red halter dress. But they
also picked out a lot of sexy clothes that we could actually wear
to work. 

I still entertain Dom in his office once or twice a week. But
Karen spends more time in there than I do. About once a month we
have a party and invite Dom. We also invite Neal when he is in
town. 

Blake finally found a nice condo on the water and moved out.
Sometimes we miss him. It was exciting when he was here. But it's
nice to have our life back too. It was pretty intense for a
while, too intense I guess. Blake has backed off, but not
entirely. He still makes things interesting when we have some
free time at work or when we are staying in a nice hotel in some
distant city.

Because of what Jarrod and I learned about each other we have
broadened our sexual horizons. We frequently invite other men
into our bed. Sometimes it's just a threesome with a man we meet
when we are out. Sometimes I find a dominant man and submit to
him. When that happens, Jarrod is usually just an observer.

Tony moved to Miami and Dom says that he is hanging around with a
really weird crowd down there. He fits right in and seems pretty
happy.

The End

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