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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 Seventeen
George was still working. He looked at his watch. It was already half past seven
in the evening. Everyone in the accounting department had already left, and he
was the only one left still working on his floor. Well, he thought he was the
only one left.
The accounting executive closed the last file on his table, yawned and stretched
his arms. Hearing footsteps along the corridor, he turned around in his chair,
craning his neck to see who it was who was still working overtime.
George could not believe it was Grace who appeared around the corner, and then
walked right up to him. She was wearing that smart black double-breasted jacket,
and the tight black skirt she was wearing earlier that morning. However, her
ultra-sheer black pantyhose was gone, showing off her bare legs below that very
short skirt. The other thing he noticed was that in the morning her jacket was
open completely, showing the tight white blouse she wore underneath; in the
afternoon, the last three buttons on the jacket was buttoned to hide her white
blouse, but still showing a little of the top of her bosom. He stared at the
young woman approaching him, his eyes fixed on the top button of the jacket
which had come undone, hoping to catch a tantalizing glimpse of her bra-covered
breasts as he would sometimes try to steal a glance if she wasn't watching.
Without saying a word, Grace knelt down in front of him. Due to her high heels,
it was a slightly difficult maneuver. George's heart raced like mad, as his
colleague used her hands to part his legs, moving her body in between his
thighs. She massaged his crotch while looking up at his eyes, and he quickly
became rock hard.
"Wh-what do you want Grace?" he croaked, when he finally found his voice.
"Don't you want me ?" she replied, with a shade of pink appearing on her pretty
face. George thought he saw her shut her eyes momentarily. Was that a
suppression of a shudder of pleasure? George wondered if he had somehow drifted
off at work into a dream - potentially a wet dream.
His princess was there in the flesh, in front of him, on her knees! George was
hard as a rock, painfully erect under the briefs - the only thing in his way
from showing Grace just how aroused he was.
Grace's fingers slowly unbuttoned her jacket, and slid it off her bare
shoulders. George's eyes grew big, and his mouth fell open as he realized that
the young lady was naked underneath - no blouse and no bra! With his eyes
feasting on her perky breasts and nipples, he felt the stabs of excitement in
his chest going down straight to his the rock-hard erection, building up the
tension in his loins.
Unzipping George, Grace tugged his underwear down. George was shocked by her
boldness. Immediately, his penis sprang up like a pole pointing to the ceiling,
standing at attention in the naked presence of the lovely Grace.
Grace felt a tingling feeling in her pussy. No it wasn't just tingling now, it
was squishy. She could hear Royston's voice in her head. "You don't want to be a
slut. But your cunt doesn't much care. Very soon it would want *any* cock in
it. In fact, any object in it would do as long as you can cum isn't it. That's
why you've been walking around the office with a toy in your filthy cunt. Soon
it would be feeling empty if it does not have a cock in it. Same thing - your
slutty mouth. It just wants to taste any cum in it, so that this little bitch
can orgasm. And lastly, like your worthless dirty cunt and cheap whore mouth,
your slut face wants to feel it too doesn't it. You just love the feeling of
hot cum spurting on your face. You want to coat your face with it, decorate your
face with whichever man's sperm you can lay your hands on." Grace shut her eyes,
and tried to force out those thoughts from her mind, as she stroked George's
shaft. Opening her eyes, she looked at George's face again - he looked like he
was in absolute bliss.
She looked up at him, and George thought it was a deliciously obscene picture
with his massive erection pointing straight at her dolled-up face. The
purple-green veins on George's throbbing hard cock juxtaposed against her soft
red lips and hot pink tongue, as she licked the length of the shaft. Opening her
mouth wide, she took the cockhead into her oral cavity, sending George into
heaven as he felt the warmness of Grace's mouth envelope his cock. Her tongue
swirled against the underside of his cockhead, and George thought he was going
to cum right there.
"You're damn sexy Grace¡?" George muttered with pleasure, thinking about all the
times he masturbated about her. He was fascinated by the image of when she
withdrew from his cock by moving her head back, how his long cock appearing from
her small mouth. He stared as the hot pink tongue licked his glans and the
sensitive tip of his cock. She took it into her mouth again and continued
fucking her mouth on his cock, moving her head back and forth. George moaned in
pleasure as he saw how his cockmeat filled her small mouth completely when he
went deeply in, almost cutting off her air supply. "Oh Grace¡?. " he groaned.
Grace dislodged the cock from her mouth, and grasped it gently with her hand.
"Please cum in my mouth George," she said. George could not believe his ears.
She put his cock back into her mouth, and began to pump her hand up and down his
shaft. " Oh fuck", he thought, "she's jerking me off in her mouth. The hottest
chick in the office is jerking me off in her mouth. Grace is jacking off my
cock into her mouth!"
George could take no more. He felt his cock explode inside her mouth - Grace
kept the first cannon shot of cum in her mouth, but still kept up the frenzied
pace of sucking and stroking. Grace grimaced as the hot ejaculate rapidly filled
her mouth. She fought not to spill any, accidentally swallowing some in the
process. The young executive moved her head back, and George's rock hard shaft
slid out from her mouth, but she kept pumping it with her small hand. Another
gob shot out, and spattered on her snow white cheek. Seeing his cum splat on
her innocent little face gave him another couple of surges that forced the last
of his cum out, running over her fingers. George sank back on his chair, not
believing what just happened.
**
Grace returned to Royston's office. She knelt down, and then went on all fours,
while opening her mouth to display the semen in it. Royston went behind her,
lifting up her short skirt. With one hand he pulled aside the panel of her wet
panties, and with the other, he extracted a buzzing vibrator, slick with her
juices.
"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.
"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled to say,
trying to keep George's runny semen in her mouth. Keeping her chin up while
speaking in the doggie position was hard, but she had to do so to prevent the
cum from dribbling out of her lips.
"And?"
"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she
continued, her eyes downcast in shame.
Royston had been giving Grace the vibrator treatment for many days now.
Sometimes he would keep it on low vibration for a prolonged period as she worked
in the office, enduring the unwanted stimulation which left her insides all
slushy and wet. Other times, he would surprise her by suddenly turning it from
nothing to high speed using the remote control, which would cause her to jump
out of her seat, stumble and hang onto furniture for support, or fumble and drop
whatever she was carrying. Yet other times, he used a mixture of the two,
keeping it on low for half an hour to warm her up, then interspersing the rest
of the hour with short spurts of high intensity vibrations pounding her pussy
and on her aroused clit.
After many hours of continued stimulation, Grace would be on the verge of
cumming. Many days, she was tempted to let go, and let herself climax. Her
aroused body wanted to cum itself silly, much against what her rational mind
wanted - her young aroused genitals yearned for the release, and she found
herself subconsciously looking forward to the mind-numbing orgasm that would
release her from all the tension of trying not to cum. If there was something
Royston allowed her to do, it was that she was allowed to have the vibrator
taken out after she has orgasmed.
Grace initially resisted this of course, trying her best to resist the forced
stimulations and refusing to ask for permission from Royston to orgasm. One day,
after many hours of low arousal and repeated, high-intensity spurts of
vibrations, she found herself hovering on the edge of orgasm. When Royston
pushed the vibrator speed to the max, she did cum, hard. Only thing it was
without permission, and for that, she was punished. If there was something that
got him angry, it was when she came without asking permission. After a few days,
Grace learned her lesson - when she finds herself at a point where she can't
stand it anymore, she would bit her lip and ask him for permission to cum. She
couldn't care how humiliating that was anymore, for it was pure agony to retain
her composure in her office with the vibrator screaming in her pussy.
Grace on the first few occasions, asked for permission over the phone. Then
Royston varied the procedure, and she had to ask for permission in person at his
office, much to her dismay and great humiliation that he could observe her
orgasm. Grace thought her humiliation was complete, when in the aroused state
that her body was in, she could not help fingering herself to orgasm in front of
Royston.
Then, Royston imposed a new rule - that she could only ask for permission to
orgasm when she had semen in her mouth. He told her that a good slut must learn
to please men, before she would earn the right to enjoy an orgasm. Being able to
orgasm was not hers to control anymore, but a privilege granted to her. And a
good yardstick of whether she had pleased a man was when the slut had cum in her
mouth or in her tummy or all over her face. The day before yesterday, when Grace
came to his office to give him a blowjob, so that she could have his cum in her
mouth to earn the right to ask for permission to climax, Royston obliged her. It
humiliated her greatly, but she wanted to cum - she *had to* cum, so that she
wouldn't need to endure the vibrator for the rest of the working day.
And yesterday when she asked for permission again, Royston did not simply oblige
her with her request to suck his cock. He made her call her boyfriend, and had
her suck him while her boyfriend was on the phone line, before cumming all over
her face. Just when she thought it could not get any worse, the humiliation
escalated today. Grace begged for Royston to let her suck his cock today, and he
refused! To beg for someone to give you his cum in your mouth and be rejected
was utterly degrading, and it made Grace feel like a low-class whore. Royston
told her that she had to hunt around for a new supply of semen to go into her
mouth, so that she could cum. That's where George came into the picture.
"Well, you certainly do look like you have man-cum in your mouth right now
Grace. Out of curiosity, whose is it?"
"It's George's, Sir," replied Grace, tilting her chin forward as she spoke to
avoid spilling the precious cum from her mouth.
Royston smiled broadly with a couple of nods.
"I see¡? very well Grace. Alright, let me examine your cunt then. Let's see if
it deserves to cum. hmm¡?. wait a minute, it seems like you have already cummed
without asking for permission ! "
Grace felt tears brimming in her eyes. Her panties were completely soaked, and
after a whole week of examining her, Royston was able to tell. She had climaxed
when she felt the first taste of George's warm cum splashing the insides of her
mouth. She was not being able to stop herself from going over the edge as her
mind anticipated the orgasm that she would be granted permission to have by
Royston. She had already orgasmed when she felt her slut mouth being filled with
man-cum, semen which she had asked for, semen which she seduced a man for.
"Yes - Yes I did, sir¡? I'm sorry!" she cried, admitting that she had climaxed
without permission. Her tears ran down her face, and some of George's white seed
spilled out from the corner of her lips.
If George had paid attention earlier, he would have noticed that just after he
had came in Grace's mouth and she was pumping his spasming cock with her hand,
Grace's lower body was quivering from strong vaginal contractions.
When Grace tasted the hot cum shooting in her mouth, her hole clamped tightly
shut and opened multiple times in involuntary response, squeezing the pulsating
vibrator that was buried deep in it. Unable to restrain her body's primitive
urges, the anticipation of the blissful release of an orgasm itself was
sufficient to propel her past the point of no return.
"There there now, its ok," Royston said, stroking her head. Royston wiped the
tears off Grace's face, contemplating Grace's punishment for cumming without
permission.
Grace was sitting on the floor, her legs sprawled open, her head against
Royston's thigh, her chest heaving from the sobs that escaped her, her mouth
trying to keep George's sperm load in. She wondered about her new life, her life
as a slut, and what would become of her now. After all she had sucked on the
cock of a male colleague in the office, and begged him to cum in her mouth, only
to earn the right to ask permission to cum from another male colleague. She was
a complete office slut now, wasn't she. How much lower could she sink?
Royston said, "Well then, you may swallow the cum then. Clean up all the drops
you spilled."
Grace swallowed the remnants of George's cum load down, and used her fingers to
scoop up the drops that had dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. Grace
felt the pang of humiliation as she licked the cum off her fingers, but
amazingly, the pang felt duller than before. It was almost as if she was used to
feeling degraded and treated like trash, like a *slut*.
"Good, open your mouth and show me," Royston said.
Grace obeyed, and opened her mouth wide - showing him that she had swallowed all
of George's semen down, like the sperm-hungry slut that she was.
"How many beads do you have on your anklet now, my dear grace slut?"
Grace had a sensation like she was falling into a bottomless pit. Her fears and
frustration started to well-up again inside of her, as she fought to stay in
control.
"Six Sir," she replied, her lips trembling. Six beads meant that she had been
used by six men so far.
"Since you've already given George a handjob before, I won't give you another
bead really or we'll be double-counting, won't we?" said Royston.
"Yes Sir, " Grace replied.
"So did George or anyone ask you the significance of the beads?" said Royston.
"No Sir," she replied, her heart pounding.
"Well, if anyone does, you know what to say?" Royston asked, his eyes stern.
"Please Sir¡?" she pleaded. Surely he can't expect her ¡?
"You are to tell the truth. Say that each bead is to teach you a lesson. Each
bead represents a man whom you sucked, masturbated or was fucked by," said
Royston.
Grace was dumbfounded.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Y..yes."
"You will be checked on."
He looked at her.
"Do you understand?"
"Y..yes," she replied.
"If you fail to follow instructions, you will find yourself having a chance to
earn two beads simultaneously," said Royston.
Tears came into her eyes - she could not dare to imagine the depravity Royston
and Nakamori would have in store for her next. She remembered Nakamori's words
in the photo studio more than two weeks back - "In the next six months, your
body will be mine to offer to anyone to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be
used in any manner that they choose for one thousand per night. If for some
reason after six months you are unable to pay me back the hundred grand you owe,
you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder."
"Well say it now," said Royston, "what do the six beads on your anklet mean?"
"Each.. bead is to teach me a lesson," Grace said slowly, as if the act of
saying it caused her physical pain. "Each bead.. represents.. a man that¡?." She
choked on a sob.
"..that I have sucked or masturbated¡?" Grace paused to breathe in.
"..or that I have.. fucked," she said, saying out the last word with difficulty.
"Sluts don't fuck anyone." Royston corrected her, shaking his head, "Sluts get
fucked. Remember now, you're Nakamori's slut. He owns you. He decides who fucks
you."
Grace clenched her eyes shut in shame. Grace wondered, with the taste of
George's cum still in her mouth, the beads on her anklet, and Nakamori's words,
if all of that had summarized her new position in life - a prostitute and a
slut, to be used by men. She asked herself - which was lower, a slut or a whore?
Perhaps being a prostitute would be simpler for her mind to accept than being
Nakamori's slut. She would be selling her body to pay back her debt. If she
didn't, they would sell her off to become a slave somewhere. Would she be able
to live her new life as a prostitute? Grace felt the sobs welling up again as
she contemplated her bleak future.
"Tell me again, slut, why six beads?"
"Each bead represents a man that I .. sucked or masturbated.." she forced
herself to say again, looking at Royston, "..or that I got fucked by¡?" Grace
finished the derogatory self-confession, and realized with a hot flush behind
her ears that she had somehow said it more perversely than how Royston said it.
"That's better," Royston said, a grin spreading on his face. "If I don't see you
working hard to please our client tonight, I know that is one confession that Mr
Sorag and his business associates would definitely like to hear."
"Yes Sir," Grace replied anxiously.
While Royston had much more ideas for training Grace and breaking her in, he
took real delight knowing that she would be extra humiliated to find out that
one of her key uses to him was to help win business deals - using her body. It
was Nakamori's payment in kind to him for helping to train Grace.
He smiled to himself as he played with Grace's hair, gazing down at the pretty
young executive seated meekly at his feet. His cock stirred in his pants. It may
not be tonight, but it would only be a matter of time, he thought to himself.
How many times over the next few months will Grace be fucked by Mr Sorag and all
his other clients?
THE END
- Author's note: If you have any messages for Grace, please leave them
at grace_slut at hotmail. -