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Grace's Hard Lessons
by darkavenger
(M+/F, nc, humiliation, coercion)
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@tokyo.com (delete nospam from the address).
Chapter Five
Grace was back in the office the next morning. Sitting at her desk in a
white micro-skirt that barely covered her bum, she squeezed her legs
together, eliciting a delicious sensation that pulsed through her
pussy. Of course the fact that there was a three-inch long cigar shaped
vibrator that was lodged in her pussy made it difficult for Grace to
help herself.
This morning in her hotel room, she had found the office clothes that
she would wear today - a low-cut V blouse, and a skirt so short she
could have sworn was half the length of the skirt she wore in high
school. In her younger days she was taken to task by the school
principal who chastised her for wearing a skirt that only came to
mid-thigh, showing off her athletic legs to lots of admiring guys in
school.
To go with the attire, there was also a pair of black pumps with four
inch stiletto heels. The instructions, probably from Royston, told her
to wear the blouse but leave three buttons from the top undone. As
Grace checked herself in the mirror she realized that with three
buttons undone, the center of her bra can be seen. Whoever was standing
next to her would also get a good eyeful of her bra. There was also the
g-string which meant there wouldn't be any panty lines visible under
the tight material of the white skirt. Finally, there was that vibrator
which she was told to put in her handbag and bring to work.
Holding up the cigar shaped vibrator, she stared at the smooth metallic
silver surface. Grace felt a little disgusted but curious at the same
time. She had never used any vibrator or dildo before. And now, she was
told to bring this object in her bag - what evil plans did Royston
have? Nevertheless, she did as she was instructed. Leaving the hotel
dressed with the shortest skirt and four inch heels, carrying a sex-toy
in her bag, she got some stares in the hotel lobby downstairs as she
tried to catch a cab. She felt like they were staring at her as if she
was a whore. Even in the cab, she could feel the taxi-driver glancing
at her bare legs frequently through his rear view mirror, trying to
look up her short skirt.
At last, she reached the office building. Due to increased security
measures implemented recently, everyone who worked in the building was
required to go through a metal detector and have their bags searched.
To her surprise today it was a different security guard from the usual
one who greeted her every morning. She felt especially self- conscious
of the amount of bare leg she was showing today in the busy building
lobby as everyone was rushing to report to work. She tried to pull her
skirt down, but did not really succeed. As she stepped through, the
security guard checked her handbag.
"Is this yours ma'am?" the new security guard was holding up the
three-inch metallic vibrator.
Grace could feel many eyes on her from the busy crowd of office workers
waiting to get through the detector. Red-faced, she said, "Yes... "
"We're not allowed to let anyone into the office carrying any sharp
objects or unidentified objects which may be dangerous ma'am," he
said in a serious tone. Grace thought that he might have grinned for a
split second as he turned to catch the attention of another security
guard, but was not sure.
Grace stepped unsteadily closer to him, not sure what to say.
"What is this ma'am?" the security guard looked at her, the
vibrator in his hand.
Grace could feel the heat rushing to her face now, as she stuttered a
response, "I... That.. that's something my friend gave me.. no I
mean I'm not sure, it was a gift I just got."
The other security guard came over, and as his eyes took in the
three-inch metallic object, he started grinning widely. Then he looked
at the pretty young office executive in her very short skirt and four
inch heels... geez, does she work in this building really?
"Well, can you turn it on for us ma'am?" the second security
guard said, straight faced, as he appeared to check her security pass.
Grace was this stunning chick's name. Did this office executive just
buy a strange looking MP3 player or is she bringing her personal
vibrator to work?
Grace fumbled as she took the vibrator back, "Umm.. sure.." She
looked for the switch. Finding it, she flipped it on. The vibrator
buzzed to life. Both of the security guards were grinning now. Grace
felt humiliated as she knew that everyone else going through the
security checkpoint was watching her turning on the vibrator for the
security guards.
"Hmm... it's for personal use then ma'am?"
Grace felt like she could die. If she said no, she was afraid that the
guards would confiscate it and she would get in trouble with Royston.
"Yes..." she said with a pleading look on her face, anxious to get
out of this humiliating situation. She wondered what was going through
their minds as she admitted to being the owner and user of the
vibrator, and bringing it to work.
"Okay then, you may keep it and step through ma'am" the security
guard said, returning the handbag to her.
Grace quickly walked to the lift, wishing the earth would swallow her
up.
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And now she was seated at her desk, looking at the pictures in the file
that Royston just gave her. They were the pictures of her taken the day
before at Joe's studio. She was posing sexily, while being scantily
clad in the tiniest bikini. Then there were those of her on all fours
on the sofa and floor, with a leash connected to a collar around the
neck. Then there were pictures of her topless with her wrists being
tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling. Grace realized that these
pictures could destroy her career and life. Royston had her completely
under his control now.
As if to emphasize the fact that she was under his control, the
vibrator in Grace's pussy suddenly buzzed to life, making the poor
girl gasp out involuntarily. "NNngggghhh...."
Royston had made her insert the vibrator in her pussy under her
underwear. He showed her the remote control and informed her that he
would turn it on for five minutes every hour. Exactly when in the hour
would be up to his whim and fancy, and she would not be given any
warning.
The vibrator whirred maddeningly inside of her, stimulating her healthy
young pussy to secrete lubrications. Grace squirmed in her seat as
other people in the office walked past her cubicle. She knew that her
seat cushion was getting wet from her slick juices leaking from between
her legs. Royston did not give her permission to leave her seat.
As Grace looked at the compromising pictures of her, she recalled the
later events of the previous evening:
Royston's client, Nakamori was playing the video of her sucking off
Royston in his office and then sucking off the janitor in the men's
toilet, even as Grace was forced to masturbate herself in front of him.
She had felt the room spinning around her as the tightness in her pussy
grew. In her daze, she imagined that Nakamori's photographer Joe was
licking her pussy. Or was it the beautiful receptionist Natasha
kneeling between her legs slurping at her engorged little clit? As the
buzzing in her pussy intensified from the vibrator, Grace just recalled
that during the previous evening she had been obscenely displayed on
the sofa, lying on her back, legs open wide and her fingers rubbing her
wet slit shamelessly. One or more people were also licking her aroused
little slut cunt.
In her mind's eye, Grace saw herself lying on the sofa, looking down
and seeing Natasha licking and gently nibbling her wildly stimulated
clit. She heard Nakamori's voice "Look at the little bitch wanting
to cum.." That gave her the last jolt of pleasure through her body
that would send her over the edge. Reliving the orgasm from the day
before, Grace felt the climax hit her, and hit her hard. Only this
time, the intense vibrations in her already soaking wet pussy launched
her to outer space as she came again and again. A tidal wave of
blissful sexual release surged through Grace's body from head to toe
as the orgasm took hold of every muscle in convulsive pleasure.
Her spent body slumped on her desk, Grace slowly opened her eyes. She
was shocked to find one of her guys from the accounts department
standing in front of her cubicle, his mouth open. Did he just witness
her orgasm? As the guy walked away, Grace realized that her hands were
both underneath the desk between her soaked legs.
As George walked away, he adjusted his pants - his erection was
becoming unbearably hard and ready to burst through his underwear. Did
he just witness Grace the sexiest girl in the office just come in her
cubicle??
In the meantime, Grace was still trying to convince herself she was not
caught cumming at her desk by her co-worker. Quickly closing the file
with her pictures, she kept it in her drawer. As she got up, she
flipped over the cushion on her chair to hide the wet spot, and went to
the ladies to clean-up. Her skirt was white, and it had a big wet spot
on the back which she made when she came. Grace took off her skirt in
the ladies and tried to dry it with the hand dryer.
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