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updated dec 5 - 2010

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Lois Learns Submission
byplumpandtight©

Ok, so I'd been a little pushy in life. So what? I'm a woman and I work in a business that is mostly men and men don't really want to work with women. They only see them as someone to compromise and then fuck. What's it that they say at the office? "If you want to shut her up just stick your dick in her," or something like that.

So I was pushy, bossy, bitchy, whatever you want to call it, and it worked. My division was one of the best in the company and I got promoted through position or salary for every year going on ten years running.

I was married once, but it was a disaster. Mel was not very assertive he allowed me to walk all over him and then ended up being gay. A fact I discovered when I came home early from a road trip and found him bound to the bed with three morbidly obese men fucking the shit out of him. Since then I've taken several lovers, but none of these adventures were much better than Mel.

In fact, I would say that the best sex I have is the sex I have with myself, stimulating my clit while reading dirty stories on the internet.

And then came Calvin. He came to the firm as a temp and was so good that I had him assigned as my personal assistant which was a double plus on account of the fact that we did not have to pay for his benefits such as insurance and retirement, making my profit and loss situation better than ever.

Unfortunately, or, rather, eventually fortunately, things did not work out with Cal. It all started with a small indiscretion just before the Thanksgiving holiday. We had an office party that Wednesday at lunch and I must admit I probably had a few too many drinks, causing me to drop my guard a bit.

Cal was flirting with me as he always did in that subtle way some men manage wherein the flirting was more about brown-nosing than anything else.

Anyway, Cal wanted to know what I was doing after the party and so I told him that I was headed to the beach for a bit of sun. He made some comment about following me just so he could see what I looked like in a bikini.

In a moment of drunken boldness I laughed and told him that he might just as well join me. I bet him that he'd quit looking at me as soon as the first pretty young thing in a bikini walked by—"And I want you to know that you have my permission to go for it," I assured him.

I knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I might be making a mistake, but when he took me up on my offer I was secretly happy and by two that afternoon there we were side-by-side on the beach.

Up until that point in my life I had been fairly conservative so the bikini I was wearing was not in the least bit revealing. Cal, on the other hand, wore a tight fitting Speedo that accentuated his rather huge penis. So it was he who was garnering all the stares not me. Even so, he was a real gentleman about it. When women would come around to hit on him he'd quickly turn to me as if he and I were a twosome.

I have to admit that this really impressed me, but not nearly as much as that huge package beneath that Speedo. Anyway, by 5pm the sun was starting to go down and I was starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol I had consumed that afternoon.

As we made our way to the car, it was obvious to both of us that I was too drunk to drive. Being the gentleman that he is Calvin offered to take the wheel and as we started off back to the office he slid his hand into mine. Then at the first stop light he turned to me and without warning kissed me full on the mouth.

His boldness caught me off guard, but the thrill of feeling his body close to mine stopped me from saying anything. In fact, if anything, I was emboldened to up the ante so I leaned against him and let my hand wander to his thigh. I ran it up and down his thigh muscle until I could not resist moving it further up his crouch, finally resting it against his quickly-hardening phallus. As soon as I touched his member he took a free hand, swung it around my shoulder and pulled my body to him.

Of course, I'd been in enough front-seat car scenarios to know what he was looking for and I was just drunk enough to ramp it up another notch. So I tugged at the tops of his swim trunks pulling them down over his now-fully engorged cock which popped out at me like a huge jack-in-box. I had never seen a cock so big and thick and chocolate. And, as god as my witness, I could not have stopped myself from fondling it even if my mother and father had been watching over my shoulder.

Within moment I slid down in the seat slipping the bulbous head between my lips and sinking down on that monster as far as I could. Calvin moaned and placed his hand on my head, taking control he grabbed a hank of hair and started pistoning my head up and down his huge member.

For a few precious moments I let him force his cock into the back of my throat. As I fought the gag impulse he would pull my head back and then plunge it back again until, finally, he let out a huge groan and released what seemed like a ton of cum into my throat. Swallowing as fast as I could I sucked and sucked until he pulled my head away, streaking my lips with the last of his seed.

When I looked up I saw we were back at the office. I had to pee by that time and he went inside with me and waited while I went to the restroom and then directed me to one of the conference rooms where he lifted me up onto a desk, pulled down my bikini bottoms and started fingering my quim.

His fingers were magic instantly locating the button of my clit gently teasing it while other digits wandered through the folds of my labia then plunged into the depths of my abyss. Without warning he then lowered his head and began licking my sex with a fervor I had never felt before. His ministrations soon had me leaking copious amounts of fluid which collected on the desk beneath me.

I had never been this wet. Then just as I was about to cum he stopped completely and pulled away. "No," I cried, "don't stop." "Ah, but I must," he explained backing away. "No," I pleaded, "fuck me, suck me, finger me, I'm so close please make me cum." "I'm sorry, but I can't," he calmly replied as he pulled my bottoms back up over my naked bum." Now, I was angry. "No. Make me cum! You must! Please! Do it or else!" "Or else what?" He laughed. "Or else I'll fire you!" I howled in desperation. I didn't really mean it. It was just that the intensity of what was happening inside me demanded a completion. "No you won't," he laughed, "that would be stupid. Besides I'd rather watch you pleasure yourself." And with that comment he took my hand and put it on my muff all the while looking me right in the eye.

"C'mon Lois, let me see you get yourself off." Something in the way he said it. Something in the way he was looking at me, made me avert my eyes and begin madly fingering myself.

Soon enough a warmth began to creep from my stomach to a place deep inside my womb and before I knew it I was writhing in the throes of one of the deepest orgasms I had ever experienced. As soon as I calmed down I turned to look at him. His eyes were laughing at me and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a sort of sneer.

"Just like I thought," he said. "A little whore."

And then he turned and left.

I wanted to run after him. I wanted to hit him, to force him to take off his clothes and fuck me, but I could not find the strength. He was right. I'm a little whore. His little whore.

Even so, by the next morning I was more than a little pissed at his arrogance. After all he was just a temporary employee lucky to have a job under someone as successful as myself. So what if he had a large cock and a hot body to match? I was the boss and he'd crossed a line. And I suppose it was those thoughts that caused me to ask to have him replaced.

I guess I'll never forget that afternoon when he got the news. He came in my office and told me that I would regret this day.

"And don't you think I'm through with you yet. You little whore."

I scoffed at the comment.

"Well Calvin if you don't have anything else to say then I suppose you should leave because unlike you—I still have important work to do."

"Sure. I'll leave I just wanted you to know that before I'm through with you I'll have you pissing in public."

"Gross Cal, now leave before I call security." He got up and walked to my desk placed his palms on the edge and leaned towards me.

"Mark my words pet. You're going to be my little whore one day. I'm going to control everything in your life. And one day, my little bitch, cock sucking whore I'm going to make you piss yourself in front of every one who works here."

I leaned towards him and laughed in his face.

"Yeah, well in the meantime maybe you ought to start looking for a job. Now get the hell out of here."

He held my gaze for a second and then lifted his hand as if he were about to strike me.

"You're going to be a great submissive Lois. I'm looking forward to dominating you."

And then he turned and left.

I can't say that I forgot about him after that. In fact, all I did was think about him—especially on those nights when I would finger myself while perusing the internet. I would imagine that he was the man in the stories. I even went so far as to purchase a huge black dildo as a sort of substitute for that large cock that I had sucked, all the while wishing he had fucked me so I would know what it felt like.

Imagine my surprise then when six months later he came back to the firm as the senior consultant for one of our biggest clients.

The tension in our first meeting was so thick that I screwed up a few of the quotes and generally made such a mess with things that the client was beginning to lose faith in me. Realizing that I was about to blow a very big deal for the firm, I decided to call a truce and asked Cal to go to dinner with me so that we could discuss our differences in a way that would help us work together.

I dressed for the occasion in my usual way silk blouse beneath a business suit with a long pleated skirt that went down to the tops of my knees. Underneath I wore a conservative bra and white cotton panties.

Calvin was waiting for me at the restaurant and did not get up for me when I arrived.

"You're late," he hissed as he pulled me by the hand into the chair directly next to him. I was a little shocked by his abruptness, but when I tried to pull my arm away he tightened his grip to the point where it actually hurt so I decided not to fight him. As soon as he saw that I was not going to make a struggle he loosened his grip a bit but continued to pin my arm to the table.

"So you can submit," he said with a fierce smile, "good, it will certainly help in this relationship."

I started to say something, but just as I was about to speak his other hand shot out from his side and covered my mouth. I tried to bite him, but he anticipated the thrust, backed his hand off a little and slapped my face.

It happened so quickly I don't imagine anyone saw it. Even so, my eyes stung and I could taste a little blood inside my lip. While I allowed my tongue to gingerly test the broken skin, Cal deftly grabbed his hanky from his pocket leaned towards me and held it against my lips. In doing so, he let go of my hand, shifting his to the opening in my suit where he swooped two fingers in and gave my left nipple a hard pinch.

By now I should have been furious, but I couldn't even mouth a complaint. The hanky was against my mouth and I had a sense that if I cried out he'd only stuff it in my mouth to muffle the plea. But that was not the only reason—I guess it was curiosity, but maybe it was something more. I wasn't used to being treated like this and I wondered where Cal was going with it.

He finally allowed me to pull away from him. And, as I re-tested my split lip with my tongue, he ordered me a double vodka without even asking me what I wanted.

"You could get in a lot of trouble doing what you're doing," I finally spoke as I scooted my chair away from him.

"Oh yeah," he laughed. "What you going to do—tell your boss on me?"

"Here, look at these," He reached into his bag, grabbed a handful of photos, and tossed them on the table in front of me."

The photos were a sequence from our tryst in the conference room after that day on the beach. Each offered an unobstructed view of my hairy crotch, the most damning being the ones wherein my fingers could be seen snaked inside it.

"These are from a video I took of our little Thanksgiving day feast. The video in which you threatened to fire me if I didn't give you an orgasm. As I recall, and the video shows, you gave yourself the orgasm and then I got fired. So what do you say we cut with the shit and take this where it's going?"

As he spoke he reached over and grabbed my chair at the seat and pulled it to him, then I felt him shove his hand beneath my skirt. Instinctively I closed my legs, but he pinched my inner thigh so hard that I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. In the meantime he forced his hand to the edge of my panties and slipped a finger beneath. Withdrawing it he put his hand back on my thigh and smiled at me.

"Just as I thought—old ladies panties and a hairy bush. Look, no offense, but the first thing you're going to have to do after you have that first drink is go to the ladies room and get rid of those panties. And, while you're in there you need to trim that godawful bush you got growing down there."

"Are you crazy!?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

The hand on my thigh tightened and then tightened more. I was in pain, but he and I both knew I wasn't going to do anything about it. Just then the drinks arrived. Cal relaxed his grip to take a drink of his Perrier while encouraging me to down the vodka as quickly as possible. I tipped the glass to my lips and started to sip, but then Cal put his fingers on the bottom edge forcing the liquid into my mouth so that I had to gulp it down to keep it from spilling on me. As the vodka burned down my throat, Cal laughed at me and reached for his bag.

"Here my pet," he smiled and pulled a cordless beard trimmer from the bag. "I'll have another cocktail here for you by the time you get back.

He set the trimmer on the table between us. I stared at him for a second, but as soon as that hand clamped on my thigh again I knew what I had to do. I took the trimmer, stuck in my purse and got up from the table.

"Hurry back my pet."

His pet, what a bunch of shit, I thought as I debated what to do next. I was tempted to simply leave the restaurant and head home where I could sort through what had happened and then figure a course of action for tomorrow. Even so, another part of me wanted to know where this was going. So I went to the bathroom, entered a stall, pulled off my panties and started trimming my bush.

As embarrassing as it is for me to admit, the more hair I removed the slicker my labia became. In fact, by the time I was finished my juices were running down the sides of my thighs. This and he hadn't even touched me there yet. When I finished removing all but a thin "landing strip" I looked at the spot on my thigh where his hand had gripped me. The skin was an angry purple where the thumb and forefinger had clamped the hardest. Seeing his mark on me like that caused something inside me to heat up even more. Back at the table I downed my second vodka in one neat gulp, causing him to pat my thigh and say:

"Good girl."

In my absence he had ordered and appetizer of oysters which we shared along with a crisp white wine.

As we ate Cal talked about the client and some of their concerns, but I was so embarrassed and horny that I could barely pay attention. Making matters worse was the fact that every once and awhile the hand on my thigh would slither up to my now-hairless sex which was slick from my juices. One time he was so bold as to dip a finger into me withdrawing and then thrusting it in my mouth.

"Did my little pet give herself an orgasm in there?" He teased.

When I denied it. He laughed and reached again for his bag, this time producing a fat black dildo—exactly like the one I had at home.

"Tonight only pet. My limo is right out front. Take this with you and masturbate while I settle the tab."

"No," I started to protest, but when the smile left his face I thought better of it and got up to leave.

Outside the restaurant, again I thought about leaving, but the ache in my pussy was a real ache now. Besides Cal must have alerted the driver because he opened the door for me without so much as a word. I got in and settled into a seat facing a TV screen on which a woman, bound hand and feet was giving a blow job to a well-endowed black guy. The action on the screen sent my senses screaming and in no time at all I had my skirt bunched around my waist and was working the dildo in and out of my aching pussy.

Then, just as I was about to explode in a well-earned orgasm, the door of the car came open, and there stood Cal with some other guy. I hurriedly tried to cover myself, but as Cal slid into the car he pinned my skirt to the seat leaving me completely exposed to the stranger. "Lois the slut, say hi to Leo the lawyer."

I was too stunned to speak and for a second there the only sound to be heard was that of the vibrator held dumbly in my right hand while my left still held my labia away from my clit.

"Let me help you with that," the knee of Leo's fine tailored suit slid over my thigh while his hand grabbed the dildo away from me. "Hope you don't mind if I use my fingers."

As he spoke the lawyer jammed two fingers as far up my cunt as he could. Then with his green eyes locked directly onto mine he took a third finger and began to furiously finger my clit while the fourth played at the entrance of my ass.

When that fourth finger penetrated my ass a lewd smile came to his face and I had to look away for fear of cumming. My body had begun to betray me.

While Leo fingered me Calvin roughly yanked my jacket from my shoulders, leaving my arms pinned to my sides. Burying his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck, he unbuttoned my blouse and started playing with my tits. The rough action combined with the loosening effects of the alcohol quickly drove me over the edge. I caught myself leaning against Leo's arm for dear life as wave after wave of my orgasm engulfed me. And all the while Cal strummed at my nipples, softly whispering into my ear:

"That's good my pet. Now show Leo your appreciation."

Leo the lawyer should have been named Leo the lion. The uncircumcised cock he withdrew from his trousers had a head as big as a fist. And he was in no mood to let my lips and mouth become accommodated to it.

Shoving it past my lips he was at the back of my throat before I could even take a breath. As I fought against the gag reflex he lightly slapped my face.

"Bite it bitch and I'm going to shove it up your ass and then make you lick your shit off it—understand?"

I nodded as best I could and then he started fucking my face. And I mean fucking it. He grabbed two handfuls of my expensive hair-do to help him with leverage and proceeded to jam his rock hard cock as far down my throat as he could.

When I gagged he'd back off a bit, but whenever I tried to swallow he would grab me by the throat.

"I went down there and got that spit now leave it for my cock!" he insisted as he continued to piston his swollen member in and out. I obeyed him and pretty soon the slobber started to escape from the corners of my mouth running down my face onto my breasts.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity until Leo let out a big grunt.

The first load hit the back of my throat making me choke, causing his cock to dislodge from my mouth. The second and third loads were deposited on my face, ruining my make-up.

As quickly as he had started he was through, returning that fat cock to his pants he zipped up and sat down in the seat. Seconds later I felt the limo slow to a stop.

"Thanks for the ride Cal, that's a fine little slut you got yourself there."

Before getting out Leo took his index finger and dabbed a bit of cum from my upper lip which he then smeared across my nipple.

"As for you my pet, I look forward to tapping that ass of yours."

As Leo left the car I could see the driver looking on with a leer and it occurred to me that he had probably watched the whole thing from the front seat.

After Leo got out and we resumed our journey, Cal pulled out a mirror and handed it to me.

"Look at yourself Lois, you look like a two dollar whore. And you behave like one too. Leo, by the way, is Mr. May's lead lawyer. You'll meet him again tomorrow."

While Cal chuckled to himself my heart slowly sank. I had just allowed the lead lawyer for the client abuse me in the vilest way imaginable.

"You bastard!" I cried.

"Don't worry pet—I think you helped your case. Besides Leo's a family guy you won't have to service that fat cock of his more than once or twice a month."

"Service that fat cock?" What on earth could he be talking about.

"Ok, next order of business is clothes." He took me to one of those adult entertainment places where dancers shop for the strip tease shows. I was humiliated beyond belief when he made me model that most outrageous outfits in front his driver and the store clerk. When he was finally satisfied with our purchases he asked the clerk if there would be any discount for a blow job.

I was then made to get behind the counter and suck off the clerk while late-night shoppers purchased their jerk off magazines, making ribald comments about the middle-aged whore as they left. By the time that kid blew his spunk on my tits my lips and throat were parched, but when I asked for a drink the only thing I got was more vodka on ice. I had downed about a half-a-glass when the limo slowed again.

We parked at a strip joint on the edge of town and I did not have to wait very long to figure out what we were doing here.

"Ok, now look bitch, I want to see you do a strip tease in front of a group of men and the quickest way to do it is for you to go in here and apply for a job as a dancer. If they hire you they'll be sure to have you go on tonight just to see how you'll do. So you are going to go in there and convince them to hire you."

My heart sank. This might sound weird, but it was one thing to suck someone off in a limo in front of a driver or in a store in front of people who really couldn't see who I was and quite another to dance naked in front of a bunch of horny men. I didn't see how I could do it. Besides I'm practically forty and while I'm still considered attractive with my clothes on with them off it is plain to see that gravity has not been kind.

Cal, sensing my hesitation, pulled a hankie from his pants and wiped a bit of dried cum off my upper lip.

"You can do it Lois. I'm confident you can do it. And you know why?" I nodded my head no.

"You'll do it because you don't want to disappoint me."

It was then that I started to cry.

"Come now," Cal chided, "You're tougher than that—now go in there and get the job." And with that he opened the door, shoved me out onto the parking lot, and tossed the strippers outfits on the ground beside me. Gathering myself as best I could I went into the club and asked who I'd see about getting a job.

"Big E over there is the manager," the girl told me, "but aren't you a little too old for this?"

Suddenly, I found my assertiveness again. "Mind your own business bitch!" I grumbled and headed in the direction of the fat man who ran the place.

When I told him what I had in mind he laughed at me.

"Aren't you a little old? And maybe a little drunk?"

I was tottering a bit by then. The only thing I'd eaten had been the oysters, and, what with five or six vodkas in me I was a little smashed.

"Go home honey and sleep it off."

I was a little put off, yet relieved to discover that they wouldn't have me, but when I got back to the car and told Cal he told me that if I better get the job or all bets were off. I tried to reason with him, but he told me that I hadn't tried hard enough.

"Maybe you need to offer him something," Cal intimated with a sneer. "In the meantime, I'm going in. You better be up on that stage real soon."

Here again, I could have asked for a cab and gone away. But I wasn't really thinking right. It was a combination of what had already transpired—never in my life could I have imagined that I would find myself on my knees under a counter sucking off the clerk at an adult bookstore. And then there was that thing with Leo. Too much had already happened. And I was remembering that orgasm I'd had earlier, too. Was it possible that it could happen again, and again, and on and on.

Bottom line was: I needed to know. When I went back in it was obvious that Cal had said something to the manager. He welcomed back into the office with a smile.

"Maybe I was a bit hasty," he lied. "fill out this application. Make sure it's accurate we have to verify it before you can go onstage." The application wanted my current address, other employment, references, and so on. "Shit!" I thought to myself, who a I going to list as a reference.

I filled that thing out in complete horror of what might happen if it ever got out. I finally listed my ex as a reference. So what, if he found out? He'd think it was a joke.

I was no more than finished when Big E walked back in with the brunette bitch who'd insulted me earlier. He barely looked over the form before telling me to strip. I felt awkward taking my clothes off in front of Big E. He was a big man and he had this way of looking at me. By the time I removed my bra I was shaking.

"They looked like a couple of hanged men," the brunette shook me out of my reverie with that assessment of my ample but aging breasts.

"Shut up Karen, just get up on the table like I told you. And you, turn around honey let's get a look at that ass of yours."

"Oh no, you're in trouble now," Karen laughed and hoisted her barely-clad body up on the table. I felt his hands on my ass massaging my cheeks while coaxing me towards Karen on the counter.

"Now here's the deal, honey. You're going to lick this young lady's pussy until she comes while I fuck that plump little ass of yours."

"No, I, I," I tried to pull away but his massive hands had pinned me against Karen who was directing my head to her bare vulva. She smashed my face against herself with a force that not only cut off my conversation, but further lacerated my lower lip as well.

If I had been allowed a chance to speak I wanted to tell E that I'd never had it back there, it would not have mattered because that's exactly what he was looking for.

In any event for what turned out to be only ten minutes—but seemed like an eternity—my lips were forced against Karen's quim while Big E took my cherry ass. And as soon as his member seared my unsuspecting rectum, I knew why they called him Big E.

At first I started to fight against the intrusion, but that was the wrong strategy.

"Don't you just love it when they fight?" Big E chuckled as he smacked the living shit out of my backside. Whimpering my teeth accidentally grazed Karen's outer labia.

"Ouch! Bitch!" She slapped my face and then roughly adjusted my head away from the offended area. "E show this bitch what happens if she bites me again.

I felt something warm against my breast, then hot, then white hot. The bastard was burning my tit with his cigarette. I flinched to get away just as he thrust deeper still into my bum.

"Oh, fuck that felt good, do it again bitch!" He burned me again and I involuntarily clenched my ass again. This went on another five times and each time I clenched as hard as I could as soon as I felt the least trace of heat. My exertions finally caused him to let out a monstrous growl as he emptied himself into my bowels.

Imagine my humiliation when the sensation of his orgasm against my innards sent me into a spontaneous one of my own.

"Fucking bitch got off on it!" Karen cried out as she came all over my face.

As quickly as it happened it was over, E backed away, pulled up his pants, gave my ass a firm swat, and then ran a finger across my dripping pussy.

"Clean my cum and your shit out of your ass crack and then get up onstage."

As I turned to collect my skimpy outfit Karen chimed in:

"Hey honey, if you can't make it with the boys up there, I could probably get you a job licking pussy—bull dikes mostly, not much different than a truck driver. Anyway, you did a helluva job on me."

Karen then kissed me on the mouth and ran her hands up and down my naked body.

"Now go clean up you little slut—you smell like shit."

The lights of the stage were in my eyes and I could not immediately tell who are how many were in the room. As I tried to move in time with the dance music, I could already hear a few hoots of disapproval.

"Get off the stage old biddie!"

I thought I recognized the voice and for a second I was even more horrified—if possible. Of course, I realized that the important thing was to just try to be one of those dancers. Surprisingly, the alcohol helped in this regard, giving me courage to both shed apparel and to make increasingly lewd gestures to the throng beyond the lights.

As one song shifted into the next and I began to achieve a kind of rhythm I dared a glance around the room, looking for Cal. There he was, leaning against a pole in the back, his driver and a couple other guys around him. At first I did not recognize the other guys, but then I did. Fred, Pete, and Jack! Christ! They were outside sales reps whom I'd dissed at the district meeting last month.

Seeing them threw me out of focus and, as I made my turn around the pole, feigned towards it, and then went to throw my legs around it as I had been instructed I miscalculated the jump. My naked quim went slamming into the pole a direct hit on my clit. Pow! Instant orgasm!

I was quickly losing control of my senses and then there they were. The guys were making their way to the stage. When they got there, I tried to ignore them but seeing as they were the only ones waving any dough, I had to go over.

"Oh it is all over for you," Pete laughed waving a finger. "We've got videos, photos. We've got witnesses."

"Yeah, I think that kid in the porno shop was under-age," Jack, biggest asshole of the three, offered this while jamming a dollar bill into my ass crack

"Please," I weakly pleaded.

Then Cal stepped up.

"If you want to keep any sort of life at all then: Here's an address. Be there as soon as you get off work."

The next two hours were pure horror. The least of which was a particularly mean-spirited ploy by that donkey-cock Big E. When he saw that I was hardly making any tips. He set up a contest wherein a shot glass was placed in my pussy and whomever could land a dollar bill in it would win a prize.

My humiliation was complete when I became so wet that the glass would either fall completely into my pussy or out of my pussy. After one last time of trying to make it work, Big E exploded screaming:

"Goddamn you really are a whore!"

The comment was so loud that a group of guys started taking up the chant.

"Whore, whore, whore."

It was that taunt that was in my ears when I finally left the club clutching the paper with the address Cal had given me. This, too, was a sort of humiliation. Unbeknownst to me Calvin had grabbed my clothes and I had left my purse in the limo.

2am a big work day coming up in six hours, dressed like a whore, ass, jaw, pussy, every nerve in my body tingling. Trying to get a cab just to go some where to make some sort of crazy sense of the mess my life had suddenly become.

Again, I don't understand what it was that caused me to go to Cal instead of home and to bed. Had I not already done enough damage to my life. Sure the orgasms had been monstrous, but wasn't that enough? To go on with the madness could destroy every thing I had made. Could it get any worse?

It did.

First, that bitch Karen stole all the tips out of the apron pocket of my French maid outfit. And the only payment the cab driver would take was a fuck. He was fat and disgusting and I could not imagine him in my pussy, which, other than being fingered rather hard, had remained relatively unscathed. So I told him to go ahead and throw it my ass. Of course, he did it to me on the hood of the car in the driveway outside of Calvin's place with a bunch of drunken colleagues watching from the window. The stupid cabbie even left the lights on.

"You really are a whore, Lois," Fred yelled out to me as the cabbie finished and pulled up his pants.

"Now get up here and learn about your new life."

I don't know why but I found myself hurrying up those steps to meet my fate. I remember the distinct feeling of the cabbie's cum as it slipped out my thoroughly stretched sphincter. Cal was standing there with a collar on which the words "slave bitch" were deeply embossed.

"Strip my pet. We all need sleep and you still have five cocks to sate." The guys behind him laughed.

I started to speak, but stopped when Cal put his finger to my lips.

"In this house you do not speak unless you are asked to speak. Understand."

"Ye-" I had not gotten the word out of my mouth when for the umpteenth time that night my face got slapped.

And now I was thoroughly broken. Sobbing without making a sound, I removed my soiled clothes, got down on my knees and averted my gaze to the floor.

"Well, now, would you lookie there boys. I told you I could do it. And she's going to be a good little submissive from now on. Isn't that right little slave bitch—and remember to nod your head as you have not been asked to speak."

Fighting back the tears I nodded my head. Cal came over and put his hand under my chin, lifted it towards him and then placed the collar around my neck.

"All right slave bitch, here's the deal: From this point forward we pretty much own you. Leo will show you the papers tomorrow—he's in on this too. So are a bunch of other people, or rather, they will be. You're going to keep your job at the office, but you're also going to work as a dancer, concierge, call girl, or whatever it is that we decide. You can opt out any time you want, but when you do there won't be anyone to protect you from all the consequences of all the actions you have already taken or will take in the future."

"You have to stop thinking about yourself as anything other than a possession, the sex toy, of an ever-growing group of people. Now, I myself figure you'll opt out before long, but in the meantime I can guarantee you that every nerve-ending you have will always be a jangling.

"Which is to say we all sincerely hope you'll come to enjoy the lifestyle."

I was stunned. A million questions went through my mind. And I knew I had to let them go. That was pretty easy given Calvin's next command.

"All right guys let's get the ropes and get this over with."

Then my eyes were covered, my arms and legs put into ropes and slowly my body was lifted into the air. Next, leather straps supporting my lower back and under my upper thighs were slid in place. In the end I was left hanging in the shape of a ball with my ankles pulled apart and moved back almost level with my ears. I could feel my ass and pussy pulled open and fully exposed.

Then it happened. Defenseless, I was left to the sick pleasure of five men whom I'd belittled and scorned. They penetrated me with all manner of devices. Clamped my nipples and slapped my sex. They put hickies on nearly every square inch of my neck and breasts. They licked me until I was close to orgasm, but they would not let me cum.

And then they fucked me. They fucked me in every hole—sometimes two or three at a time. They fucked me and they fucked me and they fucked me. I am ashamed to admit this but I loved it. I loved it so much and came so hard with so much noise so many times that they finally put a gag in my mouth because they were tired of hearing me beg for more.

Finally, when they could cum no more. When the batteries of their vibrators had died against my cum-soaked, tingling flesh, when every dream of their perverted imagination had been given life, they took me down from the ropes, hosed me off in the back yard, dried me off, and put me to bed.

When I awakened the next morning the TV was blaring. It was footage from the previous evening. The fury of the assault should have shocked my senses. Instead it mesmerized me. These men, dripping with sweat, fucked me with cocks hard enough to smash coconuts and I mean to tell you they were really ramming it home.

Any self-respecting person would have turned it off. The scene was one of a gang of angry men completely dominating a helpless woman and the woman begging for them not to stop. Being the woman in the scene should have disgusted me but it did not.

Indeed, despite being battered and sore and deeply worried, I had two fingers snaked beneath the covers cautiously touching myself. Touching myself while watching myself being gang-raped—what had become of me?

When I heard footsteps in the hall and actually hoped it was someone coming to fuck me, to abuse me, to treat me like a whore.

Too, I think I like the title on my new collar: Slave Bitch. That's me.

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