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Grace's Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
(M/f, humiliation, submission, toy, oral, facial) )
Based on the unfinished story Janet's Hard Lessons by James Dawson,
this is a tale containing themes of non-consensual sex where
attractive women, innocent or otherwise, are forced into circumstances
where they are taken advantage of by men. If you are underaged or find
such themes offensive, go no further. Please send comments to
darkavengernospam at tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
Chapter Sixteen
Grace sat there on the toilet seat, in the men's executive washroom. The
pressure on her bladder seems to have increased now, after her conversation with
Royston on her cellular phone - she needed to make a decision soon.
To her fright, the vibrator started pulsing in her pussy, and she let go a
surprised yelp, before quickly covering her mouth. Royston had turned it on
remotely from his office! Holding her urine in her bladder with the vibrator
buzzing like a swarm of angry bees in her pussy proved to be most difficult.
Grace felt that she could not hold it in much longer.
She called Royston back on her phone. Either way, it would be a blowjob. She
would rather do it with someone who knew her secret, rather than someone new.
The phone rang for six long rings, before it picked up. "Sir, this is Grace."
Grace endured the buzzing in her crotch, and she tried to cover it with her
hand, fearful that someone who might enter the washroom might hear it.
"So what is your decision Grace? Are you going to meet Mr Sorag on your own with
the vibrator in your pussy? Or would you prefer to go along with me?"
"I would like to go with you Sir. Can I please have your permission to pee now
please?"
"That's a good girl," Royston replied, "alright, you may pee¡?"
With much urgency, Grace pulled out the live vibrator from her pussy, and
released her bladder. The relief of tension felt incredible. She pushed the
embarrassing thought to the back of her mind that Royston was listening to the
sound of her peeing.
As her urine trickled to a stop, Grace said, "Thank you Sir," into the phone.
Royston's voice came back loudly, "Don't forget what you need to do now," he
said.
Grace replied, "Yes, I remember," and hung up the phone. She looked at her
clingy juices on the shaft of the vibrator in her other hand, before inserting
it back slowly into her pussy.
Pulling up her panties, she continued sitting on the toilet seat. She recalled
how her self-worth had taken another plunge at Royston's hands yesterday,
literally.
The previous evening, it was also about 7p.m. when she was sitting down on the
couch in Royston's office. Grace's flashback was so vivid, it seemed like she
had went back in time..
**
"Alright, let's take a look at you Grace," Royston had told her.
Grace felt indignation, but nevertheless shifted her bum lower on the couch,
hiked up her skirt, and lifted up her legs in the air. She was wearing the very
high heels on her feet, so she really looked sluttish with her legs in the air,
with her thighs spread wide, hugging her knees to her chest. This was Position
Four, one of the numbered display postures that Royston had trained her to get
into. To his satisfaction, Royston could hear the humming of the egg vibrator
secured against the crotch panel of her purple bikini-cut panties, the small
sex-toy straining to jump out of the silk underwear. The bellboy had chosen that
purple panties for her to wear that morning.
"Sir, could I have your permission to cum please?" said Grace, with a beaten
tone.
"Well, let us see¡?" said Royston as he sat down on the coffee table in front of
the couch, directly facing Grace and her open legs. He reached out for the
panties and pulled aside the panel covering Grace's pussy, revealing the glory
of her cunt lips and fuzzy pubic hair. The end of the vibrator was visible,
throbbing and glistening wet, trying to escape from Grace's tight pussy. In one
swift motion, his warm hand cupped Grace's pussy, his palm massaging her lips.
Feeling the touch of his hand on her sensitive bits, Grace involuntarily
contracted her vaginal walls, and the vibrator popped out into Royston's hand,
still buzzing fervently.
"Call your boyfriend on your cellular," said Royston.
Grace shook her head, as she tried to process that instruction in her head.
"W..why?" cried Grace.
"DO IT. If you don't do it on your own phone, I'm going to call him from mine.
And I'm sure he will like to hear from me why his girlfriend is sitting on the
couch in my office with her legs wide open, a vibrator in her pussy, begging for
permission to cum."
Tears came to her eyes. She knew she had no choice. Grace picked up her phone,
and reluctantly placed the call to her boyfriend's phone. It rang for several
rings, and for a moment, Grace thought her boyfriend was not going to pick up.
She felt a strange feeling wash over her. Was she relieved? Or disappointed? Was
it possible to simultaneously feel both? And then it picked up.
"Hello?" said the voice over the phone. It was her boyfriend.
"Hi¡?" said Grace, "it's me¡?" She felt a sense that she was betraying her
boyfriend as she realized she was sitting there with her legs spread open,
giving Royston access to her genitals like a shameless whore.
"Hi honey ! So good to hear from you!" her boyfriend said.
For the next few minutes, as Grace talked to her boyfriend over the phone,
catching up with each other as lovers do on how their week went, Royston was
applying the vibrating toy to Grace's clitoris. For poor Grace, focusing on the
conversation was hell. She almost lost control several times - the distraction
was bad enough with the spikes of pleasure assaulting her juicing pussy, but
having to try to talk normally was even harder.
As her boyfriend droned on and on about how his week went, Grace felt like she
was on the verge of cumming as Royston continued to manipulate her sensitive
pleasure button, coaxing it, teasing the little pink knob relentlessly. Grace
took a sharp intake of breath as Royston inserted two fingers of one hand
knuckle-deep into her shameless, juicing cunt, while the other hand pressed the
egg vibrator against the roof of the entrance to her hot tunnel, right next to
her little throbbing clit. It took Grace the tremendous exertion of willpower to
avoid making any noises while her boyfriend continued talking. Royston watched
on with amusement, grinning at the girl's humiliation.
"Put him on hold.." mouthed Royston silently.
"Hold on honey¡? I've got an incoming call. It might be important. Could you
hold please?" Grace said to her boyfriend.
"Alright.. don't be too long dear," said her boyfriend.
Without waiting for Grace to put the line on hold, Royston plunged the vibrator
full-hilt into her well-lubricated pussy, causing her to almost squeal out.
Grace pressed the button on her phone and put her boyfriend on hold. She looked
at Royston, who had just stood up.
"On your knees slut," said Royston.
Grace got off the couch onto the floor, just as Royston unzipped his pants.
His cock was semi-hard when his underwear came down. Grace knew what was
required as the cock twitched slightly, pointing straight at her face. Taking
Royston into her mouth, Grace felt insufferable shame, having her boyfriend
placed on-hold while she sucked another man's cock. The cellular phone was on
the couch just behind her as she gave Royston a blowjob.
Grace stiffened as Royston turned up the intensity of the vibrator with his
remote control, but she continued sucking with her mouth locked onto his hard
cock. Royston looked down with satisfaction as Grace sucked his cock hard.
Before long, he felt the tension building up in his loins. Pulling his shaft out
of Grace's hot mouth, he told her, "Keep your mouth open! I'm almost there¡?.."
He was pumping his hard cock furiously with his fist as the ejaculation arrived.
"Ohhhhh¡?¡? Ohhhhhhh¡?¡?..UHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG," Royston moaned as he came. He
aimed partly into Grace's open mouth, spraying the first of his hot seed onto
her tongue, but also stayed intentionally far enough to miss, spurting streams
of white sticky jism one after another onto Grace's face and hair. After his
cock had its final jerk, Royston wiped the tip of his cock on Grace's lips.
He told her, "Good¡? now put him back on the phone and kiss him goodbye. Then
you will be allowed to cum."
The vibrator stopped humming in her pussy, and Grace immediately felt her juices
running down her inner thighs. She remained in her kneeling position.
With the indignity of Royston's cum plastered on her face, and globs of it
swirling in her mouth, Grace felt utterly debased as she picked up the phone
from the couch, and resumed the phone call. "Dear, are you still there, " she
said, her voice on the verge of breaking as she felt the emotion starting to
well up from within her. She could smell and taste Royston's cum in her mouth.
And she could only imagine what she looked like to Royston with all his cum
plastered on her face.
"Yes I'm still here honey. Do you have to go?" her boyfriend said.
"Yes dear, I need to go¡?" she said, trying to hide her stricken voice.
"You mean you need to come," remarked Royston in the background with amusement.
She could feel the vibrator starting to hum again in her pussy as it returned to
life under Royston's control.
"Alright, bye then," her boyfriend said to her over the phone, "I love you." She
could feel the vibrator setting her pussy on heat with renewed fury.
"Love you too¡?" she replied as she felt her pussy starting to twitch, in tiny
spasms that signaled the impending earthquake. Grace's lower body had shifted by
now from a kneeling position into a sideways sprawling position on the floor.
The line went dead. Clutching the phone in her hand, Grace felt tears running
down her cheek, as her body stiffened in the approach of the climax that she
would soon experience, against her will. "Cum hard now, you dirty little slut, "
commanded Royston.
The tears on her face mixed with Royston's fresh semen, Grace felt his caustic
words send a lightning bolt up her spine. Then her already dripping cunt erupted
into a series of intense rhythmic contractions. Her upper body which was resting
on the seat of the couch, jerked violently in timing with each crest of her
forced orgasm. The spasms of pleasure reverberated all the way to her toes.
Grace still remembered the shameful feeling now of Royston's semen dribbling
down the side of her face.
**
Grace's mind returned to the present, contemplating what she had to do next.
Shaking, she unlocked her cubicle door. Before she left the executive washroom,
she removed her sheer pantyhose, just in time before the vibrator started
rumbling in her wet pussy again - Royston was not a patient man.
- Author's note: If you have any messages for Grace, please leave them
at grace_slut at hotmail. -