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Collected by Djian
Kathleen at Work
Part 1
Kathleen O'Doherty was feeling very uncomfortable. This was shaping up
to be a very bad week. Something was happening throughout the company.
A rumour had been circulating that a merger or takeover was on the
cards. Then nothing for weeks. Now, all hell was breaking loose. Four
employees had been dismissed first thing Monday morning for
downloading porn from the net, and three others packed up their
belongings and left the building immediately after their employment
reviews on Monday and Tuesday. For god's sake, everyone must have
downloaded some offensive material at some stage! Were they going to
sack the entire staff?
It wasn't just the porn thing either. Several loyal staff left their
reviews with salary cuts. Almost no-one had received a raise. A number
were even thrown onto probation with dismissal possible in 3 months.
One staff member was summarily dismissed for stealing stationery.
Stationery! As if a few dollars of pens and paper made up for the long
work hours he regularly put in.
The fact that Kathy had deleted her downloads from alt.sex.stories
didn't change the fact that there might be a record of them in the
computer system. That, and the fact that she really hadn't been
working hard enough these last few months. In one hour she was up for
her review, and had a really bad feeling about it. She had a sudden
urge to pee, and moved quickly to the restroom, where she dashed into
a stall, pulled her skirt up to her waist, pushed her panties down
over her suspenders, and let her stream go in a rush. Feeling not much
the better for it, Kathy dabbed herself dry, pulled her panties back
up, smoothed down her skirt and flushed the chain.
After washing her hands, she took the opportunity to check her
clothing and touch up her makeup at the mirror. Those pretty blue eyes
looked back at her quizzically as if she were being evaluated by them,
her life and person being reviewed by the person behind the mirror. It
had been a pretty good life so far. At 30, she still looked young and
fresh. Her delicious figure still turned heads (women's too, she
noticed). Kathy knew she was sexy and enjoyed the knowledge that eyes
followed the sway of her hips and the slight bounce of the c-cups
which moulded around her big breasts. She licked her lips, reminding
herself that she could still turn men to mush without much effort.
Kathy looked over her clothing, making sure she was fully presentable:
her cream blouse allowed a hint of her bra's frilly pattern to show
through; her navy skirt showed just 4 inches of stockinged thigh (she
noticed a wrinkle in her left stocking and quickly adjusted it); her
modest pumps added a bare 2 inches to her height - maybe she should
have worn a taller pair.
Once Kathy had checked her clothing, she her mirror image continued
with the analysis. Her marriage had been great. 8 years on and Shawn
still adored her. If only he didn't have to be away so often with his
work. Sex between them was good, if a little mundane of late. Rather
than each other, most of their attention lately had been on their new
house, and its daunting mortgage.
Work had been good. Doug was a good boss, if a little demanding. A lot
demanding really. But he always made Kathy look good in front of a
client, even when she occasionally screwed up like she had with the
design of Holloway Inc's decision support software. What a fuck-up
that was. Kathy involuntarily shivered as she thought about that
meeting: Frank Holloway, face red with anger, literally picked up an
antique vase in his office and smashed it to pieces on the floor.
"This vase is a pittance compared to the money this imbecile woman has
cost me!" Kathy was terrified, sure that Holloway was going to hit
her. Doug immediately stepped straight between Kathy and the client,
and to Kathy's amazement, proceded to sweet-talk Holloway into
continuing with the project and even expanding its scale, making Kathy
look more like a hero than a villain in the process. Hard to believe
they were all laughing as they walked out of Holloway's office.
Now though, Kathy was not laughing. Performance review in 20 minutes
and Holloway would be a big black mark on her record. And of course
there was her nagging fear about unacceptable downloads from the net.
If the review went badly, her raise might be deferred for 6 months or
more, but nothing much worse than that. Well, maybe even a slight drop
in salary (no, Doug wouldn't do that to her). That would sure turn
meeting the mortgage repayments into a real challenge, but they could
cope if they had to.
After fiddling nervously at her desk for a few minutes, Kathy made her
way to Doug's office. Lisa looked up from her PC, her blue eyes
meeting Kathy's for just a moment before Lisa looked away. "Doug will
see you now Mrs O'Doherty - go straight in". Bad sign. Lisa, Doug's
cute blond secretary, was usually warm and friendly. Kathy couldn't
even remember the last time Lisa had called her Mrs O'Doherty. Either
she'd had a lousy day or she knew something that Kathy didn't.
Kathy opened the door and walked in, seating herself opposite Doug,
his desk seeming somehow larger and more imposing today. Doug pressed
the intercom. "Lisa, no interruptions please". Doug turned to face
Kathy, his piercing eyes commanding her attention. "Kathy, I'm not
going to beat around the bush. Unless you can give me a reason to
change my review, you are fired!" Kathy's heart was in her throat. She
couldn't have heard right! Doug wouldn't do that. He couldn't! "I...
I... but..." Kathy burst into tears. Through her choking sobs, she
managed to get out a "Why?"
"Well, let's start with Holloway. You almost cost us a $2 million
account. I must say, Holloway's appraisal of your work for him didn't
do it justice. It was far WORSE than incompetent: it was as if you had
gone out of your way to misinterpret every business rule under which
his corporation operates." "Th..that's n..not true! I j..ust made a
few mistakes, that's all!" "Stop snivelling and listen, Kathleen!"
Kathy tried to control her breathing. "Your work in the last two
months has been sloppy. Under normal circumstances, that would have
gained you a wrap on the knuckles - but these circumstances aren't
normal. The rumours are true. The company is being taken over. One
hell of a takeover. Anyone who doesn't meet certain strict criteria,
the new owners want out! Right now, you are outside the criteria."
Tears were welling again in her eyes. "Y..you can't sack me! What
about my mortgage? - we can't pay it on Shawn's income alone!"
"Well Kathy, I guess you should have thought of that before you
dropped your standards so far. Kathy, I can't see any way you can keep
you job. ...unless..." Kathy looked up at Doug's face, his hard gray
eyes holding her pitiful stare. "Kathy, stand up!" Kathy pushed
herself out of the chair and stood up, facing Doug from across the
desk. Doug stood and came round to Kathy's side. "Turn around, 360
degrees!"
"What?"
"Kathy, I MIGHT just be able to save your job, so I expect you to do
what I tell you! Without question. - Now: Turn Around. Slowly."
Somewhat confused, Kathleen turned around, taking in the grandeur of
the office and the view beyond. "Kathy, if you do everything I say,
I'll make certain that you keep your job." Now Kathy was choking back
tears of relief. From the certainty that she would be sacked, she now
clung to Doug's promise that he could prevent it. "Kathy, your job
description is about to change". That was inevitable, she thought: she
would be demoted to much more menial tasks and take a substantial drop
in pay, but at least she would keep her job. "You will still be
required to get through your analysis and design tasks, but you will
need to do other things as well." It was worse than she thought: Doug
would be loading her up with other people's work and possibly docking
her pay to boot. Still, she'd face up to the challenge. "For a start,
I'm changing some of the clothes you wear."
"What?..." "Why?"
"This is HOPELESS Kathy! I just told you that you were not to question
my orders. Just pack up your desk and get out!" "No, please Doug, I..
I just don't understand what you want." "Of course you don't Kathy!
That's exactly your problem! So now, I am going to spell out exactly
what I want of you, and you are going to do it. Exactly! No whats or
whys, ifs or buts. Either you do EXACTLY as I say, without question,
or you pack up now. And, by the way, Kathy, the market isn't hiring at
the moment, so I guess you can kiss your mortgage and your house
goodbye. So, Kathy, are you ready to change your work practices to
what I require of you?"
"Yes Doug, Anything you say. I promise I'll do it."
"Kathy, your dress code is unacceptable." That's ridiculous, she
thought - she always looked smart and presentable, if sometimes a
little risque. "If you come to work again, dressed the way you are
today, it will be to pack up your things. Kathy, take off your shoes."
Her shoes? But they were about the most demure set she had! Kathy
shrugged her shoulders and slid out of her shoes. Doug went to his top
desk draw and pulled out a pair of black strap-on 6" high heel pumps.
"Put these on!" Kathy's mind was doing cartwheels. What on earth was
going on? How did he know her shoe size? Why would he have shoes there
waiting for her? She slipped on the shoes and strapped them up. The
strap was supported over the foot and wrapped around her ankle. Once
both were on, she stood back up, a little unsteady on her feet. The
shoes were very supportive, but she immediately felt the extra
pressure on her ankle from the height. With the shoes on, she was
about Doug's height. "That's a bit better. Now Kathy, take off your
blouse!"
"What!? I'm a married woman! You can't make me do that - I'll bring
you up before the board! This is the 90's for God's sake. You can't go
around harrassing your female staff."
Quietly, calmly, Doug said "Kathy. You just provoked me with a threat.
Unless you provoke me, I will never do again, what I am about to do."
He stepped up to her and slapped her face once with enough force to
send her sprawling to the carpet. It was a well-placed hit - he didn't
even bloody her nose or mouth. Kathy's cheek was beet red and stung
terribly. But the pain was nothing compared to the rage and shock she
felt. Noone ever hits her. EVER! Her own husband had never hit her.
What right did this man think he had to assault her like this. Doug
casually reached over his desk and pushed his intercom button. "Lisa,
come into my office please". Lisa closed the door behind her. "Lisa
what has just happened in my office?"
Lisa looked down at her feet, trying not to meet Kathy's pleading
eyes. "Mrs O'Doherty tried to blackmail you, Sir, threatening that she
would cry rape if you retrenched her, Sir. I have a full transcript."
Kathy couldn't believe her ears. She'd never done anything to hurt
Lisa. Why would Lisa do this? How could she lie like that?
"Now get up you stupid bitch! You can either take off your blouse, or
just take off and never come back. Last chance." Kathy looked up at
Doug and then at Lisa, who was already retreating toward the door as
if she had just finished taking dictation or something. Slowly Kathy
got up and undid the buttons of her cream blouse. The red of her
cheeks was now the flush of embarrassment, as she removed the blouse
and let it drop to the floor. Doug liked what he saw.
"Take off your skirt, Mrs O'Doherty". Kathy's mind was panicking. This
was insane. No! She couldn't do it! She would pick up her blouse, put
it on and leave, never to return. Her body didn't respond to the
decision. She just stood there, panic in her eyes like a deer frozen
in headlights, her heart beating like it was about to explode. What
choice did she have: Remove her skirt - strip for her boss - parade
her body before him like a common whore - remove her skirt and keep
her job and her house. Kathy was shaking as she tried to undo the clip
at the back of her skirt. Finally it released. She pulled down the
rear zipper and slid the skirt down over her hips. It seemed to take
forever, gradually revealing more and more of her high-cut panties,
her bare thighs, the tops of her stockings. Suddenly the dress was on
the floor pooled around her ankles. Doug looked slowly up from the
pile at her feet. Beautiful legs. Dark stockings caressed Kathy's
calves, her knees, her thighs. Her legs looked fabulous. 12 inches
above her hips, Kathy's stockings gave way to her strikingly light
thigh flesh. Above that, framed by a black garter belt, was a lacy
pair of white high-cut panties, obviously expensive and extremely
sexy. Above them, her flat tummy. And then her magnificent tits,
encased in a too-modest bra. Then her sexy neck and face. Tears in her
eyes, mascara slightly smudged, cheeks pink with embarrassment, Kathy
watched, as Doug's eyes drank in the magnificent sight before him.
Kathy had always thought of herself as liberated. Now she was a cheap
strip act for her boss's pleasure. Kathy realised that this disgusting
situation was making her horny. The realisation brought a fresh blush
to her face. Doug was reading her like a book. He noted with
satisfaction that Kathy's clitoris was engorged, its impression
clearly visible through her tight panties.
"Step away from your dress and turn around again Mrs O'Doherty. That's
right. Slowly. Spread you legs a few inches. Very nice. Keep turning.
Now unhook your bra." Kathy was crying again, but reached behind and
unsnapped her bra without protest. She folded her arms over the bra
cups to keep them from falling. The sight was very sexy. "Keep
turning, Mrs O'Doherty. Slowly let the bra fall off your shoulders
into your hands. That's right. Now slowly pull it away from your body,
and let it fall to the ground." It wasn't cold but Kathy was
shivering. She let the bra drop, sliding off her hands to the floor,
and crossed her arms over her breasts. In doing so, she inadvertantly
rubbed her nipples. Her body responded, the nipples suddenly standing
to attention. She felt more moistness seeping into her panties. She
did NOT want what was happening. Why was her body reacting as if she
did? Her ankles hurt, and yet the pain only seemed to make the itch in
her sex more intense.
Doug was impressed. Kathy's body looked pretty damn good with all her
clothes on, but, reduced to panties, stockings and heels, she looked
sensational. Fabulous legs. Fabulous tits. Fabulous ass. Sentational.
Doug's cock was desperately trying to burst out of his pants. How long
he'd planned this. It was almost beyond belief that it was coming
together so perfectly.
"Kathy." Kathy looked at Doug, realising that she was actually his
height in the absurd shoes he had demanded she wear. "What do you
think happens next?" Kathy started to cry silently. Doug smiled, for
the first time since she had entered his office. "No Kathy, nothing
that bad. Next you move your hands down so I can admire your fantastic
tits. That's right lower them to your sides. No, place them behind
your back. Nice. You are a very sexy woman, Mrs O'Doherty. Turn around
again. That's right, you dirty fucking cock-teaser. Now take your left
hand and rub your right nipple. No, roll the nipple back and forward
between your thumb and forefinger. Lovely". Kathy could not put words
to how she felt. Here she was, married for 8 years to a loving
husband, parading herself almost naked - worse than naked, terrified
of what would happen next, stimulating her breasts at the command of a
man who now held her future in his hands. And god, it was turning her
on so bad! Her tit felt so good in her hand. Her pussy was on fire.
"Kathy, slip your right hand down your panties and slowly rub your
clit."
"Oh God! Please Doug, don't make me do this."
"I'm not making you do anything, Mrs O'Doherty. You are doing this of
your own free will. You can leave any time, can't you. I think you
should leave now. That would be best wouldn't it. Just leave now and
pack up your future. Well?! Are you ready to leave?"
Kathy was crying again. "No Doug, please, I don't want to lose my job.
I...I'll do what you want".
"Too late Kathy! Get out of my office! Get out of the company!" Kathy
was shell-shocked. She stood glassy eyed, staring into space, hoping
the floor would swallow her up.
In a pathetic squeek of a voice, Kathy said "please...". It was as
much as she could put into words.
"OK Mrs O'Doherty. You want to stay? You really want to stay? You'll
crawl on your hands and knees to me like a bitch in heat and beg me to
let you masturbate in front of me! Beg me to let you show me what a
dirty cock-teasing slut you are! Well!? Get on the floor or get out!"
Kathy steadied her breathing and tried to move herself to her knees.
Falling forward from a kneeling position, she managed to start
crawling toward her boss, who now stood about 8 feet away. Doug
watched lustily as Kathy crawled toward him, her naked tits swinging
back and forth, almost scraping the carpet as she moved. The eroticism
of the situation was not lost on Kathy. As she moved forward, her
stockinged knees sensuously rubbing against the carpet, her thighs
rubbing against each other, Kathy imagined herself on camera, crawling
half-naked toward the fully dressed man infront of her. Her pussy was
hot and wet. She could smell it. When she reached Doug, Kathy looked
up into his steely eyes. "Doug?" Doug immediately raised his hand in
readiness to hit her. Fear rose in the pit of her belly, but the
adrenaline rush only served to heighten the passion surging through
her nipples and pussy.
"Don't EVER call me Doug again! From now on you call me SIR!" He
dropped his hand. Kathy was enormously relieved that he hadn't hit
her. She realised how idiotic it was, but him NOT hitting her felt
like a sort of unexpected gift. She actually felt gratitude. She
thought for a moment about what she was supposed to beg for: "Please
D..Sir, please let me masturbate for you." Doug said nothing. Kathy
suddenly remembered the other half of what she was supposed to say:
"Please let me show you what a dirty cock-teasing slut I am." Kathy
felt the bile rise in her gut as she called herself a dirty slut. Yet
nothing could hide the fact that the more she humiliated herself in
front of Doug, the more her treacherous body screamed for
gratification.
"You don't sound like much of a dirty slut to me, Mrs O'Doherty. If
you want to stay you'll have to prove you're a dirty slut: You'll
describe in the filthiest terms you can, just how you will masturbate
for me... WELL!?" Kathy wasn't sure what to say. Talking dirty was not
something she practiced. Now, talking dirty was all there was between
her and the unemployment line. "Please Dou'..Sir, let me play with my
pussy for you. I want to put my fingers down my panties and rub my
little clit. Please let me push my fingers up my ..cunt. I need to
feel something, anything up my cunt. Oh! I want you to watch as I ram
my fingers in and out of my hole. I want to squeeze my tits and pinch
my nipples as my other hand frigs my cunt until I come in front of
you." Kathy was beside herself with lust. The words she was saying
were as exciting to her as they were to Doug. "All right Mrs
O'Doherty, but you'll have to beg me to remove your panties first."
Strange that Kathy should be shocked at Doug's latest affront, but
shocked she was. It had been so long since anyone apart from her
husband had laid a hand on her, and now she was to beg her boss to
strip her panties off her so she could have the PRIVELEGE of
masturbating for him. "Please Mr..Sir, pull my panties off so I can
masturbate for you. Please..."
"Very well, Mrs O'Doherty, let's try this: Spread your legs 4 foot
apart."
"But...how are y..." Doug shot an icy glance at Kathy. She stopped
herself asking the question and stood up into a spread-eagled
position. Her panties stretched tight over her bottom, riding up her
crack and pressing into her pussy lips. Doug came up behind her and
gently ran the tips of his fingers from the top of her panties, along
her ass crack, down to her stretched pussy lips and back again. The
feeling was electric. Kathy's pussy was on fire. Doug took hold of the
elastic waistband and slowly, agonisingly slowly, slid her panties
down her bottom, until they were resting about half way down. Now he
moved to her front sliding his hands around waistband as he moved. The
panties had slipped down about an inch with the pressure from the
back. Slowly he slipped them down, gradually displaying Kathy's
red-brown pubic bush in all its glory. Now he pulled them down
further, until the nub of her clitoris was visible. Now he pulled them
down till only Kathy's pussy lips remained hidden, admiring the
perverse way they hid and emphasized her sex, before he finally pulled
the panties down as far as her stretched legs would allow.
Doug stood back and admired his handiwork, from the ground up. Kathy
looked like an advertisement for an x-rated movie: Her outrageously
high heels, spread four feet apart, drew the eye up her nylon-clad
legs, until the observer reached her thighs, naked but for a stretched
pair of white panties which were pulled down to just above her
stocking tops. The eye continued to be drawn up to meet Kathy's swolen
pussy lips, obviously enflamed with lust, her engorged clitoris at the
top of her open gash, her neatly trimmed reddish pubes, her flaring
hips, all framed by black garters, then that wonderful expanse of flat
tummy and her magnificent mammaries - 36C jugs tipped with light brown
pencil-rubber nipples. And of course Kathy's sweet face, showing so
clearly her conflicting emotions of fear, humiliation, guilt, and
overwhelming lust. Doug congratulated himself that he had set up the
two hidden cameras. A little editing, and he would have enough
blackmail material to ensure Kathy's total submission.
"Well Mrs O'Doherty, your panties are now at their proper height.
Aren't you going to thank me for pulling your panties down for you?"
"Th..Thank you Sir!"
"Tell me why you are thanking me!"
Kathy couldn't believe she was saying this: "Thank you for pulling my
panties down, Sir".
"Why did you want them pulled down, Kathy?"
"S..so I could mastur.. so I could finger-fuck my cunt and come in
front of you... Sir".
"Well?" Kathy slowly moved her right hand toward her pussy. She
touched her clit with her middle finger, only to have her hand hit
away by Doug. "Who gave you permission to touch yourself, you
cock-teasing whore?"
"B..but I thought..." tears were forming in her eyes again. "P..Please
S..Sir, may I p..play with my clit and f..finger-fuck my cunt? I need
to come so bad!"
"Kathy. I'm going to let you play with yourself for exactly one
minute. If you manage to come in that minute, you can stay. Better
hurry - the minute's already started."
God. A minute! Impossible! Can't come in that time! Kathy started
rubbing her clitoris furiously with her right hand. Her left went
straight to her cuntal opening. She carefully inserted her middle
finger, and started slowly pushing it in and out. Unbelievably wet!
Maybe she could do this. She was looking straight at Doug's face - he,
fully clothed, watching her.
"50 seconds left Mrs O'Doherty."
Kathy pushed a second finger into her pussy. She slowed her right
hand, using more deliberate and gentler strokes to stimulate her clit.
At the same time she started pumping harder into her pussy. She
watched Doug's right hand casually move down to rub his cock through
his pants. Should be digusting her. Instead it was adding fuel to the
fire.
"40 seconds left."
Kathy whimpered in embarrassment at what she was about to do. She
inserted a third finger - her ring finger into her cunt. Slick with
fuck juice, she removed it and carefully positioned it at her anus.
Slowly, she pushed it in, forcing it past her sphincter muscle. Now
she pushed it all the way in, feeling her wedding band push against
her anal ring. She was now fucking both holes with each stroke. She
was picking up the pace now, jamming her fingers in as far as they
would go. Her right hand was moving in circles over her clit. Her eyes
were glazed over. She was oblivious to everything except the
excitement building at her clit and inside her ass. She was so hot...
but she wasn't getting there! Oh God, what to do!
"30 seconds to unemployment Mrs O'Doherty."
Kathy pulled her fingers out of her cunt and ass. She now inserted
three fingers of her right hand into her gaping cunthole and started
rubbing her clit with her thumb. Reaching behind her with her left
hand, Kathy pushed her middle finger and forefinger into her anus,
immediately forcing them to the second knuckle. She didn't care that
it hurt. She looked at Doug's hand, gently squeezing and rubbing his
hidden cock. She looked at his eyes and saw her own lust reflected in
them.
"20 seconds."
Now she started pumping alternately, cunt and ass, cunt and ass. As
her right hand mashed against her cuntlips, fucking her fingers in as
far as she could, she would pull back her left hand, ready to force
her fingers deep into her ass as her right hand withdrew. Eyes
clenched shut. She was no longer rubbing her clit. Without realising
it, she was hitting her clit with whatever force her thumb could
muster. Hitting it over and over again, her fingers like pistons
fucking in and out of her two holes.
"10 se..." Doug smiled as he watched. Kathy suddenly froze. Her
fingers were being squeezed over and over again by the contracting
muscles of her cunt and ass. A moment later it was like her mind had
exploded. She was shuddering, moaning, crying. She almost fell over
with the force of it. It was nothing like any orgasm she had ever had
before. Totally overwhelmed by it, she collapsed to the floor, moaning
senslessly, her fingers still being pumped over and over by her cuntal
muscles and sphincter.
Doug did not let her bask in her orgasmic bliss. "Crawl to me, here at
my desk, Mrs O'Doherty!" Kathy looked up through half-open eyes. Those
steel gray eyes were commanding her as much as his voice. Kathy got up
on her forearms and knees and pulled herself to him. Her panties were
getting in the way, having settled just above her knees. Her erect
nipples dragged along the carpet sending little shivers straight down
to her hypersensitive clit. "Get on your knees and pull down my pants,
like a good little whore." Kathy was crying again, but knew better
than to argue. She reached out to Doug's pants and tentatively
unbuckled his belt. His pants opened with a single button. She pulled
down the zipper fly. Finally Kathy tugged down on the sides of Doug's
pants. With them came his boxer shorts. Doug's rampant penis bounced
up and almost hit Kathy's face. Kathy found herself staring at it,
comparing ot to Shawn's. Doug's prick was maybe an inch longer and a
bit thicker that her husband's. His balls were big - much bigger than
Shawn's. "Well bitch? Is my cock big enough?"
Kathy whispered a teary "yes".
"Yes what, you insolent bitch!"
"Yes sir, your cock is big enough".
"Big enough for what, slut?"
Kathy though for a moment about what she should say to keep her job -
what Doug would want to hear. Tears came again to her eyes. "Big
enough to rape me with sir."
"Is that what you want, Mrs O'Doherty, you adulterous whore. You want
me to rape you?"
Crying, tears of guilt, tears of lust: "Yes, Sir, I want you to rape
me with your big cock. To force it up my slutty cunt. To fuck me raw."
"I'm afraid you'll need to earn the right to be raped. What can you do
for me, to earn that right, slut?"
"I could suck you off, Sir. Please Sir, let me suck you off."
"Not good enough - you'll have be much more explicit!"
She hated being forced to do this but it made her so horny! "Please
Sir, let me suck your cockhead and kiss and lick all over your cock
and balls, and suck on your balls, and take your cock in my mouth, and
suck it until you come."
"OK Mrs Adulteress, why don't you rest my balls in your hand and start
paying homage to my cock, your new master?" Kathy cradled Doug's balls
in her left hand, and used her right hand to steady his hard cock. She
moved her face forward and gave the bulbous cockhead a tentative kiss.
The earthy smell of his sweat was almost overwhelming, but, rather
than repelling her, she found it intoxicating and sexy. She planted
little kisses all over Doug's 8 inches. Then she lifted the prick and
kissed the underside paying special attention to the glans. "Suck my
balls, bitch!" She kissed all over his balls. Then she took one into
her mouth licking and gently sucking. She did the same with the other,
alternating back and forward. "Hum!" Always hum when you suck a man's
balls - don't you know anything you silly fuck!" "Yeh, that's better!
That's great!" "Now lick up and down my cock!" Kathy licked the
underside of the shaft, working from Doug's balls to the tip and then
licked the top down to the root. Even without touching herself this
was making her incredibly horny. "OK, Mrs Adulteress, lets see what
sort of cock-sucker you are?" Kathy opened her mouth to take her
boss's cock in, but found she had to open wider than she was used to.
Adjusting for his extra width, Kathy now started bobbing her head back
and forward, allowing Doug's cock to slide back and forward over her
tongue. About 4 inches was sliding in and out of her mouth, all the
while, being gently sucked all over. Doug loved the feeling of Kathy's
mouth - a bit like fucking liquid velvet - she was a better cocksucker
than either Lisa or his wife. Still, it was time to shock her again.
Doug spoke into the intercom. "Lisa, I need your help with a stiff
problem that won't go down". Kathy stopped sucking and looked up in
horror. "Who told you to stop, whore?" Kathy, her mind in a whirl,
started sucking again. "You know that's exactly what you are - an
adulterous slut whore - sucking my cock for money! Aren't you!" Tears
again flowed as she honestly nodded and grunted something
unintelligible, while continuing to suck her boss's dick. Lisa came in
and locked the door behind her.
"Lisa, Mrs Adulteress here doesn't seem to be able to get the angle
right. Why don't you give her a hand. Kathy dared not stop sucking as
Lisa came up behind her. Suddenly Lisa was pushing down on Kathy's
shoulders forcing her to kneel with her thighs flat on her calves. Her
high heels pressed into her bottom. It hurt. Kathy had to bend her
head up toward the ceiling to keep Doug's cock in her mouth. She
didn't stop sucking. Now, Doug was the one pushing his cock in and
out. Instead of hitting her palette, now it was hitting the back of
her throat. Suddenly Doug pushed in and didn't stop pushing. Kathy was
gagging. She felt like throwing up. She couldn't breathe. She was
panicking. She was going to suffocate. Doug held his prick at the back
of her throat for almost a minute, then pulled back. Kathy coughed and
desperately tried to fill her lungs. He did it again. Same thing. Same
gagging. Same panic. Same near suffocation. Again he withdrew to give
her air. This time he fucked hard into the back of her throat,
punching into her esophogus, and forcing his entire prick in. Kathy's
gagging reflex was even greater, clamping and unclamping on Doug's
cock like an orgasming cunt. But Kathy was starting to regulate her
breathing through her nose, and no longer felt like she was going to
die. Now he withdrew for a moment, then started a fucking rhythm in
and out of Kathy's tormented throat. He grabbed the back of Kathy's
head in both his hands and started fucking her face in earnest, his
balls hitting her chin on every stroke. Kathy's eyes were wide open.
She watched in dismay as Lisa went around behind Doug and started
nibbling on his neck. He turned his head and exchanged a passionate
tongue kiss with her, as she ran her hands lovingly over his chest. He
let go of Kathy's head with one of his hands to reach behind and
caress Lisa's buttocks. Kathy suddenly realized that Doug had not
touched her body in any way, except to pull down her panties and to
fuck her face. He had been using her as she truly was - his whore. She
was not his lover. Just his slut to use in any way he saw fit. And
right next to them, as he raped her throat with his rampant cock, was
his secretary lovingly caressing him and being caressed by him. Kathy
was so jealous. She was so enraged. And she was so ...horny. God. So
horny. Suddenly her right hand was at her clit again, her sex
desperate for another come. Doug was fucking Kathy's throat viciously,
slamming in and out, almost hurting his balls as they slapped Kathy's
chin. He was watching her fingers as they frantically rubbed her clit
and stabbed into her fuckhole. Suddenly he was there. Kathy's eyes
shot open, as she felt his first spasm. He pulled out of her throat
far enough to spray a load of semen into her mouth. It had a slightly
sweet, cinnamon taste about it. Quite different to Shawn. Doug pulled
out of her mouth completely. The next spurt was huge. It landed all
over Kathy's face and hair. Another spurt landed on her right tit and
dripped off onto her stocking. A few small spurts fell on her other
tit and on her hand fingering her own cunt. Kathy's eyes were fixed on
Doug and Lisa, caressing each other, as she came.
Doug left Kathy lying on the carpet as he dressed himself. He was
amazed at how much come he had dumped onto her body. She was a mess! A
delicious fuckable mess. But he wouldn't be ready to fuck her for a
couple of hours. In the mean time she had work to do.
"Kathy. You need to run some errands." Kathy looked up from the
carpet. How could she go anywhere? How could she face the world.
Everyone would know what a harlot she was.
"Sir?"
"Oh you can clean up first. Just use your fingers to mop up the spunk
and lick it off them." Kathy scraped the semen off her tits with her
right hand, and tentatively licked it. It smelt of her cunt. She was
tasting her own pussy. She licked all the semen off and collected some
more from the various places it had landed on her body.
"Sir?, Do you have a mirror I could use?"
"Certainly Kathy, it's over in the liquor cabinet. I'll have a
straight Jim Beam Black with ice. Why don't you pour yourself a drink
- Gin is a good whore's drink!"
"Thank you Sir. May I put on my panties?"
"No just leave them there."
Kathy slipped her panties down her legs and over her shoes. She stood
up and tried to walk over to the liquor cabinet. She'd never worn
heels this high. She fell over and tried again. She did better the
second time. As she walked toward the liquor cabinet, she looked
around for her clothes. She couldn't see them anywhere. Kathy poured
her boss a bourbon and took it to him at his desk. He watched her
lustily as she walked toward him, clothed for fucking - naked in all
the right places, heels emphasising all her womanly curves. In a
perfect world, all young female staff would be dressed this way.
Doug watched the twin moons of her fantastic bottom, as she walked
with more surety back to the liquor cabinet. He thought back to how
she finger-fucked her bumhole to achieve her so urgently needed
orgasm. It wouldn't be long before she would have an opportunity to
fill her colon with something more substantial than a finger or two.
Kathy poured some gin into a glass and skulled it. It tasted awful and
burnt her raw throat. She poured another and skulled that one too. She
looked at her face in the mirror. Semen everywhere. She scooped up the
dollops with her forefinger and sucked them off it. She managed to get
the biggest drops off her hair, but couldn't do anything about the
thin strings here and there. She mussed up her hair to see if she
could hide it. Good enough. "May I use a tissue to clean up my
mascara, Sir?"
"Sure, Kathy. I wouldn't want my executive assistant to look
unprofessional". Executive assistant? What was he talking about. Kathy
cleaned up her face, retrieved her makeup from her bag and reapplied
it. Except that she wasn't wearing a skirt, blouse, bra or panties,
and that she smelt of fuck, Kathy seemed almost back to normal. "Kathy
come here please". Kathy walked back to the desk, the sway of her hips
exagerated by the heels, and constantly directing attention to her
sex. She stood at the desk facing Doug, waiting for permission to sit.
He didn't give it.
"As I started to explain before, your Job Description is changing from
today. As my executive assistant, you will get a considerable wage
rise. But you will need to do a few things in addition to your normal
work.
"As I said, you will need to dress accordingly. I believe you have 4"
and 5" heels. Those are satisfactory on days when you are not
scheduled to attend special meetings. Days on which special meetings
are scheduled require you to wear 6" heels like the ones you are
wearing now.
"I have taken the liberty modifying the clothes you were wearing so
that they meet the dress code to which you will adhere from now on."
"Lisa could you bring in Mrs O'Doherty's clothes, please". Lisa
brought in Kathy's clothes, which at first glance looked unchanged.
Before she left, Lisa picked up Kathy's panties and threw them in the
bin. Kathy watched her do it and shrugged - she had gone without
panties before.
"Kathy, you may get dressed now." Kathy picked up the bra and put it
on. It felt wierd. When she looked down at it, she realised why. Lisa
had cut silver dollar-sized holes for Kathy's nipples to poke through.
They became erect as she watched.
"You can't be seri... Sir, Please!"
"Always your choice Mrs Adulteress".
Kathy put on her blouse. At least nothing modified here. But her erect
nipples were clearly poking through and even some of their color was
visible through the translucent material. Kathy put on the skirt.
Length was the same. But... the 4" split along the left side had been
extended all the way to the waist! It was a very simple design,
formulated to advertise any undeclothes (or lack of them) Kathy
happened to be wearing.
"Mrs O'Doherty. You have a great deal of choice in your work clothes,
but you will need to fix or replace your existing wardrobe. You may
only wear the bra you currently have on, or bras on the list I will
give you to buy today. Each bra on the list will be worn on specific
days. You may wear the panties you currently have on (he smiled), or
panties on the list. Again, you must wear each of these on designated
days. Your skirts are either much to long or need a proper split. A
proper split is one that splits the skirt from hem to waist. A skirt
WITHOUT a proper split is the right length if a person sitting on the
ground can see your panties or see that you are not wearing any when
you stand up. A good rule of thumb is that 7" above the knee is
definitely not acceptable. 10" above the knee is definitely
acceptable. 8" or 9" may be acceptable if you are wearing high enough
heels. There is no hard and fast rule about blouses. However if it
appears that a blouse has been chosen specifically to hide what is
underneath, you will be asked to remove it. As for other clothing,
stockings with suspenders and stay-ups are all OK. If you wear
pantihose, they will be forcibly and violently removed!"
"Please Sir, don't do this to me! My husband certainly won't let me
wear these clothes!"
"I don't care about your fucking husband, Mrs Adulteress, and you
obviously don't care either! You will wear what I tell you, do what I
tell you, fuck who I tell you, when I tell you, or your husband and
your parents will receive a specially edited video of the magnificent
performance you put on today."
"Oh my God! No!"
"Oh Yes. A spectacular night's entertainment I'm sure. Now let's not
waste any more time. Here is the list of underwear and a few extra
items, all from Frederick's of Hollywood."
Catalog #50420 Color: 10, 60 and 86
Catalog #50419 Color 86, 10 and 13
Catalog #50808 Color 10, 86, 66
Catalog #50809 Color 10, 86, 66
Catalog #40414 Color 10 and 86
Catalog #50588 Color 10 and 86
Catalog #50746 Color: 66
Catalog #0315
Catalog #50708 Color 24, 10
Catalog #50828 Color 24, 10
Catalog #50344 Color 86
Catalog #32706 Color 86, 10
"God! What are all these things? This will cost a fortune - I can't
afford to go out and buy hundreds of dollars in underwear."
"Of course you can Mrs O'Doherty. As a matter of fact, you already
have! Your credit card has been duly debited and there is a package
waiting at Frederick's for you to pick up. Well, Kathy, I feel this
new phase of your employment has got off to an excellent start. Why
don't you pick up your package from Fredericks and take the rest of
the day off in preparation for this evening."
"Wh..what's happening this evening?"
"All in good time, Kathleen. Run along now, before I change my mind
about all this."
Kathy, now slightly drunk, picked up her bag and stumbled out of
Doug's room. She went to the nearest washroom. Thankfully it was
completely empty. She went to the mirror. Just a couple of hours ago,
she had faced herself in the mirror and thought she knew the person
facing her. Now she was looking at a wonton slut who had allowed
herself to be molested and abused for the sake of a job. And looking
at the picture she presented, Kathy was actually getting horny again.
Her nipples, hard and enflamed, poked through the holes in her bra to
make their arousal obvious through her thin blouse. The split in her
skirt opened with every step she made, flashing her stocking tops and
a vast expanse of naked flesh above them. From the right angle, it
might even be possible to see her pubes as she walked. For a moment,
Kathy resolved to walk out and never come back. Her resolve evaporated
with the recollection that Doug said he had a film of her, which he
was happy to show to her family. If this is what it would take to keep
her job and her marriage and her home, then she had better pick up her
package at Frederick's. As she walked back through the building toward
her car, a few lucky passers by were treated to her impromptu show and
the unmistakable aroma of recent sex. Kathy turned a corner and the
split in her skirt suddenly blew open, showing a momentary glimpse of
skin and stockings and matted red-brown hair. She blushed furiously as
a couple of heads turned in shocked appreciation. She remember what
Doug had said: she was getting a raise, but would have some "extra
duties". Being a peep-show for the staff would appear to be one of
those duties. She hurried to her blue car, trying to block out the
embarrassment and humiliation which she knew had only barely begun.
End of Part 1
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