Collected by Djian
Second Place Index or New Parts
Second Place
Author: terri_madison
Terri and Danielle had been rivals all of their lives.
Growing up together, they had never really seen eye to eye. Throughout grade
school, they had been the two brightest students in their classes, and had
fiercely competed to outdo each other. Later on, in high school, this type
of competition had continued on a more social level. Terri stealing away
Danielle's boyfriend. Danielle finding revenge by beating Terri out for the
head varsity cheerleader position, and stealing her boyfriend back from
Terri. The stakes shifting significantly toward Terri for good, as she
graduated first in her high school class, with Danielle second. Then on to
college where Terri maintained a slightly higher grade point average.
Battling over men like in high school, with Terri seemingly having the edge,
probably because of her bigger tits.
Over the years it had gotten nastier and nastier. Now, the ladies were
rivals in business, working for competing firms. Terri had welcomed Danielle
to the business world by stealing her first client out from under her. She'd
then had a flower arrangement sent to Danielle with a giant green ribbon
attached reading "2nd Place". Another time, when Danielle again came in
second, Terri sent her a card which said "I thought us *blondes* were
supposed to be the dumb ones?"
And Terri had also put another notch in her belt by marrying Steven, a man
whom Danielle had lusted after for several years. From her honeymoon in
Hawaii, Terri had mailed Danielle a letter. In the envelope she had put a
Hawaii postcard, on which she had written "wish you were here....NOT!" as
well as including a used condom from their wedding night festivities.
One day, while closing yet another deal (this one miraculously NOT snatched
away from Danielle), the phone in Terri's office rang.
It was Danielle. "I have to meet with you. Urgent."
"Why?" Terri was suspicious.
"It's something of extreme importance to both of us." Danielle told Terri
where to meet her, and hung up.
The two businesswomen met in the city park. They had both dressed to outdo
the other person, and it was a close contest. Danielle, aside from her much
smaller chest, was for the most part a brunette version of Terri. It was a
shame that the two of them hated each other so, as they could have been twin
sisters; both were 5'4", slender and could be considered bombshells. Terri,
of course, had dressed in a business suit which showed off her superior
bust. Nevertheless, each woman was getting her share of appreciative glances
from the passers-by in the park.
"You wanted to meet with me....what do you want?" Terri asked her rival
guardedly.
"Relax. There's no reason we shouldn't be able to get along...." Danielle
began reasonably. "Just because we're competitors, doesn't mean we can't be
friends! Let's talk over lunch. It's on me."
"Are you sure you can afford it, second-place?" The blonde openly reverted
to her pet name for the other woman. "I heard you lost the Jefferson deal
last week." Score one more, Terri complimented herself mentally. Of course
it had been Terri who had taken the deal away from Danielle, like always.
"I can afford it, thanks," was all Danielle responded, sidestepping the
barb. "I'm working on something currently which I think is going to be a
real success for me."
"Oh?" The bitch never learns. Maybe having lunch wouldn't be such a bad idea
after all, Terri thought. I'm always game when it comes to taking candy from
a baby....
So Terri agreed to lunch. Danielle led the way through the city.
Turning into an alley, Danielle made small talk. "So, how's Steven?"
"He's very satisfied," the blonde gloated. "How's....whoever you're seeing
this week? Or are you even seeing anyone?"
"I'm not seeing anyone right now," Danielle sidestepped again.
Abruptly, two men jumped out from behind a dumpster, each of them grabbing
one of the ladies. Before either of them could scream for help, they were
both herded into an abandoned warehouse. Roughly, they were led down a
flight of steps into a basement, where offices and a small cafeteria were
found. It was the latter that Terri and Danielle were escorted to.
"What do you want?" Danielle demanded.
"We're all going to have a little fun. If you don't make trouble you won't
be hurt," one of the men answered.
"If you let us go right now, we promise we won't call the police," Danielle
responded.
"We're just on our way to lunch-" Terri explained.
The second man spoke. "Take off your tops. We want to see titties." As the
girls hesitated, he said again, "Take them off now, or we'll rip them off
you."
Danielle quickly began unbuttoning her blouse. Terri followed suit with a
sinking feeling. Once the men saw her much bigger tits, they would almost
certainly be interested in her. They'd probably both spend the whole time
raping her, and leave Danielle untouched. The lucky bitch....she'd get to
watch her arch-rival get gang raped. Danielle would probably enjoy it.
Both now had their blouses off and were standing there in just their bras.
"Those come off too," they were prompted. Looking at one another, the girls
took off their brassieres. Danielle's 34B tits were smaller than Terri's D
cups, but they were just as firm and her nipples were the same,
silver-dollar size.
Each of the men took turns licking and sucking both sets of tits. Then,
"Let's get this show on the road...." Closing her eyes, Terri anticipated
the grimy hands grabbing her so that her rape could begin.
It never came. Instead, one of the guys grabbed Danielle and set her up on
the lunchroom table. She was "helped" out of her skirt and panties, then
ordered to get on her hands and knees wearing just her heels. Both men
quickly undressed as well, then hoodlum #1 climbed up on the table and
mounted Danielle. The little bitch was even wet, Terri noted disgustingly.
Terri was certain that hoodlum #2 was going to follow suit with her. It
could be worse, she reflected. #2 WAS better looking than #1. I STILL get
the better guys, Terri thought to herself.
But #2 also got on the table with Danielle, kneeling in front of her and
guiding his cock into her mouth. She took him in eagerly, sucking him for
all he was worth. That's it, you dumb bitch, Terri thought. Make them both
cum, then they won't even care about raping me.
As Terri watched Danielle's rape, however, jealousy began to eat at her. The
two men had ignored her completely, and seemed perfectly content with the
service Danielle was giving! She didn't understand it. She was
better-looking, as well as being better in the sack, than her rival. Wasn't
she?
With a groan, #2 emptied his load into Danielle's mouth. #1 soon grunted and
followed suit in her cunt. By now, Terri was definitely getting aroused,
watching her rival make a complete whore of herself.
But the men weren't done. "Get us hard again," #2 demanded, as both men
presented their cum-covered pricks to Danielle for oral service. She did not
disappoint, taking both cocks in her hands, stroking, licking and sucking on
them both until they were ready for another round.
Terri knew that it was her turn. She began to remove her skirt, hoping to
get this over with as quickly as possible. Or, so she tried to tell herself.
Truth be told, she was very turned on by watching her arch-rival Danielle
being raped by two men (even though her own rape was imminent.)
But again the men ignored Terri. Instead, they switched places on the table,
this time #2 easing into Danielle's pussy, and #1 receiving her oral
pleasures. "Hurry up bitch, we have to get back to work...." #1 grunted
impatiently while fucking the brunette's mouth.
Terri was shocked....and VERY jealous. Why were these men IGNORING her and
paying attention to Danielle? Didn't they realize that Danielle was
second-best compared to her? Did they think the brunette was BETTER LOOKING?
Taking #1's cock out of her mouth for a moment, Danielle looked over at
Terri.
"Looks like I finally found something I can beat you at!" she joked.
The slut. Terri was fuming. Before she knew it, she was out of her skirt and
panties and was next to the table. "Move over," she demanded of Danielle. To
the men, "Let me show you a real woman!"
But the men went right on fucking Danielle. "We don't need you, your friend
is enough for us." one explained.
"We like thinner women," the other breathed.
THINNER WOMEN??? This was the last straw for Terri, who worked out four
times a week, dieted, and did anything necessary to keep one step ahead of
Danielle. "Out of the way!" she demanded of the other woman again. The man
fucking Danielle's cunt pushed Terri away dismissively-hard enough that the
blonde ended up on the floor.
Wounded, Terri explained, "I want to fuck both of you!"
"Will you beg?" she was asked.
"Please, I want to fuck both of you! I want to fuck and suck those hard
cocks. Please....let me show you how a real woman can satisfy you.
Please...."
The men pulled out of Danielle's mouth and cunt. Terri pushed her out of the
way. "Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a pro at work," she
taunted. Ashamedly, Danielle sat down as Terri lay on her back on the table.
"Put that cock in me now!" #2 teased her, not fully entering her. "PLEASE
FUCK ME!!! I need it so bad!!! Put that hard cock in my cunt!!!!" The man
obliged her, ramming into her up to the hilt. Terri yelped in pleasure.
Eagerly humping back at her "rapist", she grabbed the other man's prick and
led him to her mouth.
Fixing her satisfied gaze on Danielle, she proclaimed, "Watch this,
second-place. Watch how a real pro sucks cock." And with that, Terri
proceeded to give the best head of her life to the stranger,
determined
to show her rival up.
Terri was in her element. Forgetting that this was supposed to be a rape, to
satisfy the perverse pleasures of some street slime. Forgetting that she was
one of the city's most successful businesswomen. Forgetting, entirely, that
she was happily married. The only thing in Terri's mind was the satisfying
thought that she had shown up Danielle, yet again. These men, who had hoped
to sexually assault and humiliate her, were nothing more than tools she
could use to achieve that end. Looking over at Danielle's hurt expression,
the blonde smirked to herself that the picture was indeed worth a thousand
words.
The blonde beauty turned in a performance worthy of Amber Lynn, as Danielle
watched. Occasionally she would pop the hard cock out of her mouth long
enough to make a slutty comment like, "I love being gang fucked....makes me
feel like a real woman..." Within no time, she had the man in her mouth
ready to cum. Pulling his cock from her mouth, she began jacking him off. "I
want you to cum all over my face now please...." she cooed to her
rapist/lover. He was happy to oblige, letting loose with a tremendous load
of jism, all over her face and hair. The rapist in her cunt pulled out and
knelt over Terri's face, stroking himself. "Let me help you with that," the
blonde begged, taking matters into her own hands. In no time he began
spurting his cream, leaving Terri's face absolutely soaked. She lay back on
the table, catching her breath as the men dressed.
Eventually Terri looked over at Danielle, expecting to see the bitch hanging
her head in shame at being bested again. Instead, she saw Danielle kissing
one of the men, saying "Thank you" to him and giving him $50! But her blood
ran cold when she saw the other man, packing up a video camera in the corner
of the room! They had caught the whole episode on tape!
She sat up. "What's going on?" she demanded to the room in particular.
"You just cheated on your husband, ma'am," the man with the camera answered.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," the other man added.
Both men then left before Terri could object.
"Danielle....what...."
"Get dressed, first-place," Danielle requested sweetly. "We'll talk over
lunch."
"Danielle...." Terri fumbled for words while reaching for her clothes.
Danielle's high heel stepped on Terri's bra before she could grab it. "Call
me 'ma'am'. And you'll be going without bra and panties from now on...."
"Danielle! What the hell....." Terri demanded nervously.
"I wonder what those men are going to do with that tape? Or who might see
it?" the brunette wondered aloud. "Let's do lunch, we'll talk about it."
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Thirty minutes later, the ladies sat in a corner booth at a cozy, dimly lit
restaurant.
The whole thing had, of course, been a setup. Danielle had known that Terri
could not resist an opportunity to best her enemy, and had used this to her
advantage. And, having videotaped the whole affair, Danielle now had her
blonde counterpart right where she wanted her.
Danielle had taken time to fix her hair and her makeup after the "attack".
Terri, however, was somewhat disheveled, cum still drying in her hair and on
her face, Danielle having refused to allow her to freshen up. The blonde
felt humiliated.
"I'm worried about those men, and that tape," Danielle confided as she
mused over the menu as if nothing was amiss. "I mean, if you cut out
the first half of it, you'd have a tape of you, a married woman,
begging to be fucked by two strangers! I don't know about you, but
I'm
worried. What if that fell into the wrong hands....your
husband....your boss...."
"What do you want," Terri demanded.
"I want to eat! I'm starved!" Danielle answered lightly.
"Danielle...."
"Ma'am," Danielle corrected.
"Dammit, Danielle, what are you...."
Leaning close to Terri and lowering her voice to a harsh whisper, Danielle
threatened, "Bitch, all I have to do is make a phone call, and a copy of
your little erotic video gets delivered to Steven." Leaning back, she
continued in her usual carefree voice, "You were saying?"
Terri cursed softly. "This is blackmail."
In a cheerful voice, Danielle asked, "You want to do WHAT with a black
male???" Loud enough that other people in the restaurant looked over to see
the blonde blushing.
A waiter came to their table, but Danielle dismissed him with a "We're not
ready yet. Another five minutes to decide."
"What do you want?" Terri repeated.
Danielle pondered. "Right now? Let's start with you getting under this table
and eating me. Serving me with your tongue."
Terri was shocked. "I will NOT!!"
"I didn't think you would. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call!"
Danielle took her cellular phone out of her purse and began dialing.
"So....do you have any idea where you're going to stay when Steven throws
you out?" she made idle conversation while the connection was made.
"Wait-" Terri choked. What choice did she have? Without another word, she
slipped under the table.
"That's my girl," Danielle complimented her, putting the cellphone away and
spreading her legs.
Terri, humiliated, choked back tears as she gingerly began licking
Danielle's thighs. She had never been with another woman. On occasion she
had wondered about it, but had never dreamed that she would end up being
forced to go down on her most bitter enemy. How could she have been so
careless and stupid?
She was interrupted in her musings by Danielle's hand grabbing the back of
her head, and shoving her face into the brunette's cum-soaked pussy.
Still she hesitated.
"Go on, lick it," came Danielle's whisper from above. "Don't worry...I'll
order for you."
Terri still hesitated, until she heard her tormentor begin punching numbers
on her cellphone again. Then, gingerly, she began licking. Terri had never
been with a woman. Danielle, however, had been with several; partially
because most of her major relationships with men had been doused by her
rival Terri. Out of all of her intimate affairs with other women, however,
Danielle suspected that this one would be the best. She would delight at
training the blonde amateur showing her exactly where to put her wonderful
tongue.
The waiter returned. "Did your friend leave?"
"Oh, no," Danielle told him lightly. "She's under the table giving me oral
sex." Terri's cheeks burned with humiliation, until the waiter laughed at
his customer's obvious, though slightly raunchy, joke. "I'll be ordering for
her," Danielle added, proceeding to order for the both of them. Occasionally
a light gasp escaped her lips as she ordered.
The waiter finished taking the order and walked away. Had he looked down, he
would have noticed a pair of black heels sticking out from under the table
linen.
In the twenty minutes it took for their food to be prepared, Terri's tongue
serviced Danielle relentlessly. She was definitely a fast learner, giving
the brunette three orgasms. During one of them, the waiter gave her a
quizzical look as he passed by. She only smiled and winked at him.
Seeing the waiter approaching the table with their lunch, Danielle had
another great idea. "OK that's enough....get up here...NOW!" she hissed at
her unwilling cunt-licker.
Danielle had timed it perfectly: the waiter got to the table just in time to
see Terri, her face soaked with the other woman's juices, crawling out from
under the table. Terri nearly burst into tears; the waiter nearly dropped
his tray. Danielle leaned over and kissed the blonde, pinching her thigh
hard until Terri returned the kiss.
Danielle had ordered a salad for herself; for Terri, she had ordered a feast
of lasagna and pasta salad. It would be great to see Terri add a few pounds,
the brunette had thought wickedly.
Terri only stared at the food. "Dani-ma'am....I can't eat this. I'm on a
diet!"
"OK," Danielle said reasonably. "Our nice waiter and his friends went to all
that trouble to prepare this nice lunch for you. But I'll just tell them you
don't want it. I'm sure their feelings will be hurt....but maybe you can
make it up to them in other ways. Maybe they can take you in back and gang
fuck you. Waiter!!!" She waved her hand.
Wordlessly, Terri began eating, not stopping until she had finished
everything.
"You're not done yet!" Danielle protested. When the blonde looked at her
quizzically, she explained, "Lick your plate clean. Like a dog."
All Danielle had to do was reach for her purse, and her cell phone, and her
rival picked up her plate and held it up to her mouth.
Danielle, however, took the plate and set it back down on the table.
"A dog brings its mouth to its food, not the other way around."
Totally humiliated now, Terri bent her head over her plate and licked it
clean. Danielle got aroused watching the blonde's tongue at work, and
naturally by the time the waiter came over to ask if there would be anything
else, Terri was again under the table providing her oral services.
"I'd like....oh....ice cream....ummmm...." Danielle breathed heavily to the
waiter.
Hesitating, the waiter inquired, "And....your friend?"
"Oh no, she's already having her dessert." There was a definite bulge in the
waiter's pants by now.
While waiting for her ice cream, Danielle took out the cell phone and called
the man who had helped her videotape Terri's little escapade. Under the
table, Terri thought she was being punished for not doing a good enough job,
and quickened her pace, emphatically tongue fucking Danielle's cunt for all
it was worth. In actuality, Danielle just wanted to make sure that the
copies of the tape were ready, if needed.
And they were. The man ("hoodlum #2") had carefully edited the nonconsentual
rape out of the video, up to the point where Terri begged the men to let her
show them a real woman and begged to be fucked. Anyone watching the tape
would see not a woman who was accosted in an alleyway and dragged into a
warehouse, but a woman who had willingly been unfaithful to her husband with
not one, but two men, and couldn't get enough of them. Danielle excitedly
recounted all of this to her counterpart below the table.
Dessert came, and the young businesswoman sampled a few bites. "This is too
fattening for me," she proclaimed, hiking up her skirt and then, grabbing
the entire scoop of ice cream, spreading it all over her cunt.
"Lick it up, whore," she taunted her new servant. "I've got an important
meeting in an hour, and the last thing I want is ice cream dripping down my
thighs." Terri obliged, dutifully cleaning the other womans cunt, thighs and
ass.
Terri wondered if it was possible to be more humiliated. She found out it
was, when Danielle offered her "friend's" oral services to the waiter as a
tip.
When Terri came out of the men's restroom, the waiter's cum added to all the
Italian food in her belly, Danielle had instructions for her.
"Go back to work, get these files," Danielle gave her a sheet of paper
with a list of files, all related to a HUGE account of Terri's
company,
"and be in my office at 3pm."
"I can't just...." Terri protested.
Danielle silenced her with an icy glance. "You can. And you will. My office,
3pm. And bring that tongue with you," she added as she left.
Terri wasted no time in getting out of the restaurant and away from the eyes
which had all seen her portrayed as a common slut. She reflected on how
humiliating and degrading her lunch meeting with Danielle had been. But it
was only the tip of the iceberg, compared to what was in store for the
hapless blonde.
Terri waited impatiently in Danielle's office. It was now 3:10.
As ordered by Danielle, she had gone back to work after the humiliating
lunch suffering at the hands of her arch-rival. She had gone to the records
center and signed out the files Danielle had requested, photocopied them,
then returned them. Then she had left work early and headed off to her
meeting with Danielle.
As she had walked, she had pondered her situation. She had gotten herself
into hot water this time, and her worst enemy now had a video tape of her, a
happily married woman, willingly and wantonly fucking two strange men. Now,
to compound the problem even worse, she had committed corporate espionage
and was providing confidential client information to her company's greatest
rival. Not to mention Terri's personal rivalry with Danielle.
Terri had mused about how far Danielle was going to take this. It seemed
that she had carefully and elaborately planned a lot of it. Terri hadn't
helped matters by eating right out of Danielle's hands and falling for it.
Perhaps, the blonde hoped, Danielle just wanted to see her squirm for
awhile, after which she would stop.
Now, Terri waited, hoping that this whole escapade had been for the purpose
of getting the files which she held in a folder on her lap. Though she was
certain that her rival would at least make her sweat it out for awhile.
Looking over Danielle's office, Terri noticed, hanging inconspicuously on
the wall with the woman's degrees and certifications, was the "2nd Place"
ribbon which Terri had sent to Danielle to taunt her. She was beginning to
regret a lot of the nasty things she had done over the years.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Danielle's entry.
"Hello, Terri, glad you could make it! Do you have what I asked for?"
Silently, the blonde held up the manila folder. "Great! I'll take those. Any
trouble getting those?"
"No," Terri whispered, offering the folder.
"Terrific. I knew I could count on you."
"Danielle....er...ma'am? I just wanted to say that I, well I know I haven't
been very nice to you sometimes, and well, I have done some things that
weren't very nice and weren't very professional, and I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry," Terri stammered.
"That's great, hon!" the brunette told her dismissively while taking a
cursory look thru the paperwork she had just gotten.
Breaking down into tears, Terri pleaded. "Please, Danielle....ma'am.....I'm
really sorry for what I've done. I love my husband and that tape could ruin
my marriage, please, you wouldn't want to do anything that could ruin my
marriage, would you? I'm sorry for the things I did to you. I'll do anything
to make it up. Really." The young businesswoman was in tears.
Her rival, however, barely seemed to have heard her, interested more in the
paperwork in front of her. "This is great information here, Terri.
I really appreciate this! Especially considering the laws you broke just to
give me this information....." she trailed off, letting her point drive
itself home.
"What.....what's going to happen to me?" Terri pleaded, sobbing openly now.
With that, Danielle put the file down and gave Terri her full
attention. "Ah. What's going to happen to sweet little Terri. It's
not complicated at all, really. I'll tell you to do things. You'll
do
them. And I'll do my part, to not let anyone know about
your....um...indiscretions."
"H....how long?" Terri whispered, horrified.
"For as long as I want it to go on. I have no idea how long that might be.
How long have you been tormenting ME? Twenty years or so?" Danielle was
enjoying Terri's fear, feeding off of it. "Today at lunch, you serviced me
very well. But I realize you didn't get anything out of it. Now, I'm going
to give you the chance to do so. Take off all your clothes."
"No thank you, ma'am....I don't need...."
"That wasn't a request. Take off your clothes, NOW." To punctuate, Danielle
reached for the telephone. "Should I call your company's legal department,
or your husband? Or just the police? Tough call." She smiled as Terri shed
her blazer, blouse and skirt. As she reached for her pumps, Danielle told
her that those could remain on.
Terri was offered a seat. "Don't cover yourself, honey," she was chided as
she put an arm over her tits and a hand over her pussy. "I'm sure you want
EVERYONE to see that 'superior body'! I, for one, am VERY jealous! Don't
cross your legs. Spread them."
Producing a rectangular box from her desk, Danielle opened it and showed its
contents to the naked blonde. "Recognize this, dear?" she asked sweetly.
Terri did. When she had won the affections of one Bobby Marshall in college,
whom Danielle was also in love with, Terri had mailed the package to the
other woman. In the box was a rather large dildo, and it had been sent with
the note, "I got Bobby, but this is roughly the same size. Enjoy,
sweetums!!!"
"I did enjoy this-several times," Danielle reminisced. "I'd take it out on
lonely nights...you know, after you'd stolen a boyfriend, or a job, from me.
I'd work this little guy in and out of my cunt, fantasizing about the day
when I would take this and stick it up your ass," she finished quietly.
"Danielle....PLEASE!! I'm sorry I did that! That was a long time ago!
PLEASE, I'm not like that anymore..."
Danielle laughed. "Hon, what are you talking about? You were like that this
morning! Remember? How did you say it, 'move over, second-place, and see a
real woman in action?' Or, 'Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a pro
at work'? So have you suddenly been 'born again' since this morning???"
Thoughtfully she turned the dildo over and over in her hands. "I may indeed
stick this in your ass. But for now, I'll just have you have some good clean
fun. Get up on my desk."
Terri obediently climbed on the desk.
"Lie down, on your back. Facing the window. Now spread your legs." The
blonde complied. She was quite a sight to behold, and Danielle, an active
bisexual, appreciated it very much. Offering the dildo to Terri, she
ordered, "Fuck yourself with it. Slide it in. I can see you're already wet."
And it was true. Despite the utter humiliation the blonde businesswoman
felt, she was also quite aroused by her situation, and the dildo easily slid
in.
Danielle would have loved to have stood in front of Terri and watched.
Hell, she would have loved to have joined in. But she had work to do.
Leaving Terri to her own devices, she grabbed the manila folder and took a
seat on the other side of her desk, and began poring over the paperwork.
Terri worked the dildo in and out of her cunt, taking care to cause it to
make a lot of obscene slurping sounds. If she was going to be forced to
humiliate herself like this, she might as well make it difficult for the
bitch to concentrate on her work. Occasionally Danielle would look up from
her work and order her, "Faster." Terri switched hands several times, and
her hands began tiring quickly.
"How long....." Terri ventured to ask once.
Sharply, Danielle retorted, "Until I tell you to stop, bitch! Or WOULD you
like that in your ass instead?"
"No, ma'am," the blonde mumbled, redoubling her efforts with the dildo.
She WAS very aroused. Her nipples were rock hard, and she began using her
free hand to play with them. The other woman made no move to stop her.
Looking out the window at one point, Terri saw-FEET??? Then she realized
that she was seeing the window-washer's platform, and that they were doing
the windows on the floor above them.
Terri's blood ran cold as she came to the realization that the
window-washers would be moving down to THIS floor next, and that they would
have a clear, unobstructed view of her masturbation through the window.
"Danielle....I mean, ma'am...." Terri pleaded. To her credit, her pace with
the dildo never faltered.
"Yes, hon?" Danielle responded, buried in paperwork.
"Outside the window...the window-washers...."
"So? They're there every week. Don't the windows get washed in your
building?"
"Please...they're STRANGERS...they'll see...." Terri protested.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to read here," Danielle chided.
Just then, the window-washers moved down to the floor which Danielle's
office was on. As Terri had feared, the three men saw her right away.
The blonde had no choice but to keep fucking herself with the plastic cock.
Needless to say, no other windows would be getting cleaned that day.
Looking up from her work, Danielle instructed Terri, "Get on your hands and
knees. Fuck yourself doggy-style with that cock. No, facing them.
I want them to see your expression while you screw yourself." Terri did as
she was told. "Faster and harder. I want them to see you cum."
There were distinct bulges in the trousers of the workers as they watched.
"Cum for them, Terri."
Terri's body betrayed her as she humped back against the dildo in this
obscene self-rape. She was, in fact, very close to cumming. Doggy style was
her favorite way to get fucked, though she would never admit this to anyone,
least of all her arch-rival.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Terri cried out as waves of pleasure
wracked her body. Her pussy was pulsating around the pistoning dildo as she
fervently worked it in and out. The sensations were so intense that she
dropped the dildo, quickly getting her fingers back in just to have
something, anything, filling her horny, wet cunt.
She brought herself off a second time with her fingers, then a third.
"You may stop now," Danielle announced. Terri actually had to be told twice.
As she came down from her pleasure high, she was again reminded of her
situation when she looked up and saw the three window-washers staring lewdly
in at her. The total humiliation swept over and engulfed her again.
"Thank them," Danielle ordered her without looking up.
"What?"
"Thank those men for being such a terrific audience, hon."
Looking at the men outside the window, Terri whispered the words "Thank
you."
Exasperated, Danielle looked up. "For gods sake, you stupid bimbo, THANK
THEM. Go over to them. Kiss the glass."
So, clad only in heels, Terri hesitantly made her way over to the glass,
planting a soft kiss on it. "Use your tongue....lick the glass," Danielle
instructed. Terri did. The men took turns "frenching" her back thru the
glass.
"Press those 'superior tits' against the glass for them," she was ordered
next. So she mashed her 36D breasts against the window. It was somewhat
cold, and her nipples hardened again almost immediately.
"Go back to the desk. Sit on the edge of the desk, and let them watch you
lick your hard nipples," the brunette directed. "Spread your legs.
Let them see your pretty cunt." Blushing with shame, Terri did as she was
instructed. Still, part of her found the exhibitionism a bit exciting, and
she was ashamed to realize that she was wet, and was hoping that she would
next be told to play with her pussy again.
No such luck. "Come here, Terri," Danielle requested softly, writing
something down on a legal pad. Handing the pad to Terri, "Go show this to
those nice men."
Reading Danielle's scribblings to herself: "Encore Performance tonight? 8
p.m. Regent Hotel, Room 1283!" Terri recoiled in shock.
"Ma'am....I can't!!! Steven will expect me home....he'll get
suspicious....."
"That's not my problem. You're going to be at this hotel if I have to drag
you there. And either you can have some fun with those three men....or I'll
invite a few of my 'lady friends' up, and some of them would love to take
turns shoving that dildo up your ass, believe me. What is it going to be?"
Beet-red, Terri walked over to the window and held up the note for the men.
All three of them eagerly acknowledged that, yes, they would be there to get
serviced by the blonde beauty. Finally, Danielle got up and put an end to
this round of Terri's humiliation, by drawing the window blinds.
"Now....back to business. Sit down," Danielle indicated a chair in front of
her desk, herself sitting in her own chair behind the desk. "Oh, hon, some
of your juices got on my desk there. You wanna lick that up for me, please?"
Terri got right to it, hoping that would be all she would have to lick
today.
Just then someone knocked at Danielle's door. "Come in," she announced. A
woman, probably around the same age as Danielle or Terri, came in.
"I'm going to be taking off a little early tonight, to pick up my kids," the
newcomer said.
"That's fine, Jeanie. Have a good night," Danielle responded. The woman
left, seemingly having thought nothing was odd about a beautiful blonde
woman, totally naked, licking her boss' desk.
"That's good enough," Danielle assured the other businesswoman. "Now, I just
need you to sign this." She passed a paper to Terri.
"What is it?"
"Your resignation from your company, effective immediately." She brightened.
"I've decided to offer you a job here!"
"What kind of 'job'?" the blonde asked suspiciously.
"Oh, what does it matter? You're going to sign it, and you're going to be
working for me. I need a new secretary anyway."
"But....I have years of experience....college...." Terri fumbled.
"That's nice. But you won't be needing them here," Danielle explained.
"Now SIGN IT," she added in a no-nonsense tone.
What choice did Terri have? She signed the resignation.
"Great!" Danielle bubbled. "I'll see that our mailroom gets this over there
right away! And, welcome aboard!" Danielle was ever the enthusiastic new
employer. "You know," she confided, "I think you're gonna be better off here
than there. I hear that company is about to take a turn for the worse..."
Terri's new boss patted the manila file folder and grinned.
Terri was speechless.
"What, don't you have any words of thanks to offer your new boss?" Terri
mumbled a "thank you". "Come on now, is that anyway to thank someone who
hired you, despite your history of adultery and corporate espionage?" Hiking
up her skirt and spreading her legs, Danielle gave her new secretary her
first official task. "Get over here, on your knees! Under the desk, honey.
You'll be spending a lot of time under there!"
Danielle made an honest effort to get some work done. But it was just no
use. No worry, she assured herself as Terri's tongue snaked in and out of
her cunt. Now that she had hired new help, the work would cum easy.
Terri finally made it home at 12:30am, grateful that the day of hell was
finally over. She had just left the hotel a half hour ago.
She had gone to the hotel at 8:00, just as Danielle had told her to. There,
she had found not only the three men from the window-washing crew, but also
the two men who had "raped" Terri and Danielle earlier that day. Her clothes
had come off in five seconds flat, and she had been groped, poked and
prodded by the horny men. They had gang-fucked her in every possible
combination, with the exception of her (thankfully, she sighed) still virgin
asshole. Fortunately, whenever one of the men had expressed interest in her
backdoor delights, she had been able to sell him on using her mouth, hands,
tits or cunt instead.
After all, she was a saleslady, and a good one at that!
Inevitably, the two "hoodlums" had shown up with their video camera, and the
result was more Terri footage: Terri sucking a cock while taking one
doggy-style. Terri on her back, with one prick in her mouth, one in each
hand, one between her 36D breasts, and one sawing in and out of her pussy.
Terri in the middle of a circle, the five men standing around, their cocks
hard, and the blonde clad only in her pumps, walking on her knees from one
to the next. Terri lying on the king size hotel bed, five men kneeling
around her, jacking off and eventually covering the blonde beauty with their
jism from head to toe.
Terri in the shower, and the men, one at a time, filing in to clean up and
for one last fuck. Finally, after spending half an hour in the shower trying
to wash away the humiliation of being gangbanged, Terri emerging from the
bathroom in one of the hotel robes, to find that the men have all jacked off
into a wine glass for her, a nightcap. Terri taking the proffered glass,
swallowing all five loads of cum with one gulp, leaving a tiny rivulet of
cum running out of the corner of her mouth and down her cheek.
After the men had left, Terri had retrieved her clothes, only to discover
that all the buttons had been cut from her blouse, meaning that she would
have to hold it together by hand or expose her braless tits. Fortunately,
the lobby of the hotel had been nearly empty.
Returning to her car, Terri had found the windows open. Looking in, she saw
used condoms littering the entire interior of the car. And a note, "Dear
Terri, hope you remember how many times they fucked you, because that's how
many condoms there are in the car. Wouldn't want you to overlook any and
have Steven find them! Love, your new boss, Danielle." In tears, the young
blonde had spent an hour scouring the car for the sperm-filled condoms. This
created great views of her bare ass for passers-by, especially when she was
bending over to look under the seats (most of the condoms had been hidden
here for this reason.) The car also smelled like jizz, and Terri had to make
a stop at a car wash to spray the car down with a lemon air freshener.
Once safely at home, Terri felt the need to shower yet again, though she
suspected that no amount of soap would ever make her feel clean again. She
sobbed throughout her entire shower, wondering how she had managed to get
herself into this mess. Then, toweling herself off, the exhausted woman
climbed into bed.
Steven, half-awake, murmured "Rough day?"
"The roughest," Terri whispered. Steven was eager to make it better, and he
began rubbing his hand on her thigh. Terri gently took his hand away.
"Too tired, sweets..." she murmured. A lie. Terri knew that she wouldn't be
able to sleep. The truth was, she ached all over from the train she had just
been fucked by. Steven thought nothing of it and simply went back to sleep.
The bedside phone rang awhile later, the clock on the night stand said 1:17.
It was Danielle.
"Hi there, I just wanted to see how it was going for my newest employee."
"Fine," Terri sighed.
"Hubby asleep?"
"Yes," Terri said thru clenched teeth.
"I'm at your front door right now. Come let me in," came the whisper from
the other end of the line.
Knowing she had no choice, Terri threw on her robe and went downstairs.
She paused with her hand on the deadbolt for the front door. What if her
rival-correction, her BOSS, she reminded herself-had set her up, and
arranged to have more men on the other side of this door, lying in wait to
rape her some more?
Realizing that even if there were an entire gang of men waiting to fuck her,
she would have no choice in the matter anyway, she quietly opened the door.
Danielle stood there alone, also clad in a robe. She had obviously been
unable to sleep and had dealt with it by coming to torment Terri some more.
"What did you expect-a gang of men come to rape you?"
The
brunette laughed. "It can be arranged, you know."
"What do you want?" Terri demanded.
"I want you to come outside," Danielle ordered. "Now, I want you to take
that robe off."
"Danielle....ma'am....what if the neighbors...."
"....see what a whore they're living next door to? I don't care. I don't
live in this neighborhood."
"Ma'am....please! Don't make me do this!"
"OK. I just have something I have to drop off for Steven. A videotape. Then
I'll be on my way." The brunette turned and headed back toward her car.
"Wait....ma'am....." Danielle turned around, noting with satisfaction that
the buxom Terri had shed her robe, letting it fall to the ground.
"Good girl," Terri's new boss murmured approvingly. Parting her robe, she
added, "You know the drill."
Terri did. Trembling at the thought of being seen by one of her neighbors,
she nevertheless got on her knees in the moonlight and began licking
Danielle off. Hopefully if she got the bitch off quickly, she would leave
and not make a scene.
Danielle closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations created by the unwilling
Terri's tongue. The blonde was becoming a better cunt-licker every time she
went down on her new boss.
"Oh.....YES!!!!!" Danielle gasped. "Put your fingers in me!" Terri obliged,
putting two fingers into the brunette's pussy. "I didn't say to stop
licking....." Obediently, the blonde's tongue continued its assault of
Danielle's clit.
"Tell me...." Danielle moaned, "did Steven fuck you tonight?"
"No..." Terri whispered between licks. "Too sore."
In mock horror, Danielle pushed Terri's face away from her cunt. "WHAT? You
didn't have the DECENCY to SATISFY YOUR OWN HUSBAND?" she asked loudly.
"After you sucked and fucked HOW MANY STRANGE MEN today?
Six, wasn't it? Or was it twenty-six?" Terri looked around
nervously.
Lights were coming on in a few of the neighbor's houses.
"Please, Danielle....my neighbors will hear....."
"Well then, fine," the brunette said reasonably, "let's continue this in
your house." And Danielle entered the house, Terri having no choice but to
follow.
Thankfully, Danielle lowered her voice to a whisper once they were in the
house. "Since you wouldn't take care of your husband's needs...I'll just
have to do it for you."
"He won't-" Terri began defiantly.
"He won't know it's me, because my head will be underneath the bedsheets.
Unless you'd just like me to wake him up and invite him down here to watch a
movie? I have a nice steamy adult flick in the car. It's called 'Terri the
Tramp'."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me, bitch," Danielle offered softly. "Now, I'm going to have a little
fun with hubby. He'll probably stay half asleep through it and he'll just
think it's you. You are going to stand in the doorway and watch."
Terri was bawling. "PLEASE," she whispered urgently. "Please don't do
this....please....I'll do anything...I'll sleep with whoever you want me
to....please....Danielle.....ma'am....PLEASE! My marriage means so much to
me, PLEASE don't....."
Danielle only laughed. "At 11 yesterday morning, your marriage meant nothing
compared to a chance to show me up and humiliate me. Now it's your turn to
be humiliated, Terri." Shedding her robe, she padded softly up the stairs.
Terri, powerless to do anything but watch, did just that. She watched in
horror as the cruel brunette's head disappeared under the bedsheets. Soon,
Danielle's outline under the sheets began a steady bobbing motion, like some
obscene white ghost in their bed. The obscenely loud slurping noises coming
from beneath the covers, coupled with Steven's ever-increasing moans of
pleasure, cut thru Terri like a knife.
As tears were flowing freely for Terri, other juices were flowing for
Danielle. Her mouth was well-stuffed with Steven's sizable cock, but other
parts of her needed attention. Reaching down with the hand that wasn't
massaging Steven's balls, she began rubbing her clit slowly.
Steven didn't suspect a thing. "Mmmmmmm changed your mind huh?" he moaned
dreamily, thinking that it was his wife going down on him beneath the
covers.
Danielle muttered an "mmmm hmmmm...", understandably muffled. Behind her
somewhere, she could just make out the sound of Terri sobbing quietly. She
increased the amount of slurping noises accordingly. This was no problem for
Danielle, who had always been a "noisy eater", whether her mouth was full of
cock or cunt.
And now it was time for the coup de grace, Danielle thought to herself
smugly. Taking the bedsheets, she flipped them so that they were now
covering Steven's upper half. Popping his cock out of her mouth with a loud
smacking sound, Danielle then straddled Terri's husband, facing away from
him (and toward Terri, who was silently begging her to stop.)
Despite the blonde's pleas, Danielle slowly impaled herself on Steven's
cock.
It was wonderful. The ruined look on Terri's face was priceless. As an added
stab in her breaking heart, Danielle now silently indicated to her that she
was to finger fuck herself.
In shame, Terri did as she was told. Occasionally she would mouth the word
"please" to the woman now enjoying her husband in her bed. Danielle,
however, had no intentions of stopping; in fact, she blew Terri a kiss and
doubled her pace. She was able to get herself off three times before Steven
tensed up and filled her cunt with his hot cum. Terri, heartbroken, hung her
head in shame.
Without further ado, the brunette homewrecker dismounted and left the
bedroom. Pulling Terri behind her, she headed back down the stairs.
The young blonde was hysterical, quietly falling to pieces. Danielle
couldn't help but feel for her a little bit. Gently, she reached out and
hugged the other woman, running her fingers thru Terri's hair trying to
soothe her. She kissed the blonde softly on the lips, then followed with a
more urgent, more passionate kiss. Terri found herself returning the kiss,
her tongue sliding into the mouth that had, just a few minutes ago, been
servicing her husband's cock.
Terri actually felt a wave of relief sweep over her. Maybe she's going to
end this now, she thought hopefully. Maybe this was her revenge for how mean
I was to her, and it's over now.
Their tongues still duelling, Danielle steered both of them over to the
sofa, pulling Terri down on top of her. Without even being told, the
blonde's hands moved to Danielle's small but firm breasts, squeezing them
gently.
Danielle broke the kiss. "You like my tits?"
"Yes," Terri breathed.
"Too bad you had to make fun of them all those times," the other woman
replied, some of the harshness returning to her voice.
"I know, Danielle...I'm...."
"Ma'am...." Danielle corrected.
"Ma'am....I know....I'm sorry I...."
But Danielle interrupted. "Eat my pussy clean. Lick your husband's cum out
of me."
Terri's eyes pleaded. Her mouth opened to do the same, but the other woman
cut her off. "Do it now, or I'll go upstairs and ask him to do it for
me...." Terri needed no further urging. For what seemed like the hundredth
time, she lowered her tongue to Danielle's cunt.
Danielle didn't leave for another hour. During that time, Terri not only
cleaned out Danielle's pussy, she also went upstairs and sucked all of the
other woman's taste off of her sleeping husband's cock, as it was Danielle's
turn to stand in the doorway, excitedly rubbing her clit. Steven got hard
again, and Terri milked the cum from his balls, not swallowing it but
keeping it in her mouth. Then going to Danielle, french kissing her and at
the same time delivering her husband's jism into the brunette's mouth for
her enjoyment.
Finally Danielle did leave, making Terri walk her to her car. The young
blonde was still hoping that this was as far as the other woman would be
taking this game. Her hopes were shattered when Danielle told her, "See you
at 9 in the morning. You have a busy day ahead."
In tears, Terri turned to go back in the house, still nude. Only to discover
that Danielle had locked the door. Panicking for a moment until she
remembered where the spare key was hidden, under a statue at the side of the
porch. Terri unlocked the door, then put the key back in its hiding place
and went inside.
Half a block away, Danielle watched, mentally noting the hiding place of the
key. "Good night, Terri," she whispered. Then, "Good night, Steven...."
3 pm, Friday. Terri, clad in a daring low cut black minidress, waited for
Danielle in her office.
Danielle hadn't been in the office that morning when Terri came in.
She had, however, left her newest employee a list of things to do.
Terri had several new charges on her Mastercard which she had no idea how
she'd explain to her husband.
FREDERICK'S OF HOLLYWOOD. Danielle had instructed Terri to change her
attire. No more business suits; an hour at Frederick's and the young blonde
had gone from professional businesswoman to cheap whore. "Buy some slutty
attire", Danielle's instructions had said, "and if it's not slutty enough,
I'll take you to the store myself to exchange it....on a leash." No need;
the outfits Terri had selected would have put a Hollywood hooker to shame.
THE GREEN DOOR NOVELTY SHOP. An adult book and toy store. Danielle had given
a list of things for her new secretary to buy. Among them were a stack of
lesbian magazines (to offer Terri 'pointers' on serving her new mistress),
and an assortment of dildos, ranging in size. The smallest was the size of
Terri's index finger, the largest was about as big as the toy she had been
made to fuck herself with, while putting on a show for the window washing
crew.
JOSE'S CANTINA BAR AND GRILL. A Mexican restaurant where Terri had gone to
meet....and eat....Danielle for lunch. More humiliation, both above and
under the table. While waiting for their lunch, Terri had been made to lay
all her purchases out in front of her on the table and discuss each one.
She'd also been forced to proposition their waitress, whom it turned out was
not bisexual and not interested, despite the blonde's begs and pleas to
"PLEASE let me eat you!" As she ate Danielle for dessert, Terri had gotten
an agonizing nipple twisting punishment for failing to seduce the young
hispanic cutie.
TARGET. Danielle had instructed Terri to get some jet black hair coloring.
The blonde didn't understand this, as everything else seemed to indicate
that Danielle wanted to turn her into a stereotypical dumb blonde bimbo.
PALOMAR'S EXOTIC JEWELRY. Here, Terri had gotten a nipple piercing. If the
other woman had hoped this would humiliate Terri further, she was in for a
disappointment. Terri had always thought a nipple ring would be erotic. She
had even added a small one to the bill and was now wearing it, even though
Danielle had only demanded a piercing.
All the items Terri had been made to buy were now either being worn by her,
or in shopping bags at her feet. She wondered what would be next.
She didn't have to wonder long. Danielle came in, asking, "How did it go?
Did you get everything?"
"Yes, ma'am," Terri acknowledged, picking up the shopping bags.
"Stand up," her boss ordered. "Nice dress. Very nice. But take it off."
Terri let the black minidress fall to the floor. Not allowed to wear
underwear, she now stood completely naked in front of her boss.
Danielle looked her secretary up and down hungrily. Her glance finally fell
on the nipple ring. "Nice. But definitely not what I had in mind." Going to
her wall of certifications, she retrieved the "2nd Place" ribbon which Terri
had taunted her with so long ago. Removing Terri's nipple ring, she clipped
the ribbon onto the young blonde's 36D tit instead. "Perfect," she
complimented herself as she admired her work.
Terri was then told to sit down and spread her legs. "I'm going to explain
what's going to be expected from you, working for me. While I do that,
you're to play with your cunt." Terri obeyed.
"Rule 1. You will do everything I tell you to do, without fail. Begging and
pleading with me for mercy will usually be allowed, however. In fact it kind
of turns me on when you do," the brunette confided. "Not that it will get
you anywhere."
"Rule 2. You are a slut. You are MY slut. You'll fuck, suck and lick whoever
I tell you to fuck, suck and lick, whenever I tell you to fuck, suck and
lick. As a true slut, you love sex, and you will NEVER refuse to provide
your services to ANYONE who asks for them. I will be testing you from time
to time."
"One exception to rule 2 will be your pretty little virgin ass. You will
make every effort to keep it that way. How you do this is up to you. I have
special plans for your ass." Terri froze with fright.
"I
didn't tell you to stop." The blonde resumed her fingering.
"I have special plans for your ass," Danielle repeated, taking out the dildo
which Terri had sent her. Noting Terri's pale expression, she added, "But
you'll be allowed to work up to it. That's what the toys you bought today
are for. You'll start with the small ones, and you'll be allowed to slowly
break yourself in for this. As long as you behave yourself."
"You can do anything you think necessary to keep your ass unfucked, and save
it for me. Of course," she pondered, "if someone just forces their way into
your ass, what can you do? In that case, you'll be severely punished, of
course." Then she elaborated. "Punishment. I've never been much for
whipping, torture, and that sort of thing. Myself, I'd just prefer to have
you make a complete whore out of yourself in public. I find that humiliation
is a good teacher. Of course," she added, "although I'm not into whipping
and torture, I can hardly speak for all the men and women whom I'm going to
be allowing to make use of you." Danielle let the implications of this sink
in with the horrified Terri.
"Rule 3. We'll call this the 'protein rule'. You will give two blowjobs a
day. I don't care who, as long as it's someone who works for this company."
"Rule 4. We're on the 33rd floor of this building, and lots of good people
rely on the elevators to get to their offices. We wouldn't want to get in
their way, so you will not use any elevators. Besides, we both know what
whores like you do in elevators, don't we? There's a stairway at the end of
the hallway which will take you all the way to the lobby or the mailroom."
"If you're caught using an elevator, I'll see to it that you are thrown into
that very elevator and gangraped. Of course," she reflected thoughtfully,
"given rule #2, it wouldn't really be rape, would it?"
"I'm sure you're wondering about the hair dye. No, don't worry, you're still
going to be a blonde. You're going to dye your hair down there-" Danielle
indicated Terri's blonde pubic hair, "-then...everyone who you fuck is going
to think you're not a real blonde!" Terri's new boss seemed quite pleased
with herself for thinking this one up.
They were interrupted by Jeanie, the same lady who had come in when the
blonde was licking her juices off Danielle's desk, the day before. Again,
the woman seemed oblivious to Terri's nudity, as well as the show she was
putting on.
"Any outgoing mail?" Jeanie asked.
"Just this," Danielle replied, handing her a small package. "Have you met my
new secretary? Jeanie, this is Terri. I'm sure she'd shake hands, but...."
her voice trailed off.
But Terri's hand was covered with her juices, and three of her fingers were
buried in her cunt. Jeanie nodded dismissively, then left the room.
"You can stop now. Put your dress back on," Terri was ordered.
"Now, we're going to have a little fun. The package which Jeanie is mailing
out is a video tape addressed to your husband."
"Why....?" Terri choked in disbelief.
"Like I said. Just a little fun. To see if you can stop her."
Danielle looked at her watch. "She's on her way to the mail chute right now.
When she drops it in it'll go right to the mailroom..." She looked at Terri.
"Unless you can convince her otherwise, of course...."
Holding back tears, Terri rushed after Jeanie. She caught up to the other
woman just as she was about to drop the package in the mail chute.
"Jeanie....please....don't put that in there! I need that...." Terri reached
for the package.
"Nope! Danielle told me to mail this!" Jeanie held the package out of the
desperate blonde's reach.
"You don't understand....that package could ruin me....please...."
"Oh, yeah. I heard about you. Didn't you star in a porno movie without your
husband knowing, or something like that?"
"No," Terri sobbed, "it's not like that....you see....."
"All I see is that you have no morals. Sleeping around on your husband, and
dressing like that." Indicating Terri's attire. "In any event, my boss told
me to mail this, and that's what I'm going to do."
Jeanie turned to the mail drop to do just that.
"Please!" Terri begged. "I'll do anything...."
Jeanie stopped. "Anything? Like what? What will you do?"
"I'll....I'll lick you....eat you...."
Jeanie rolled her eyes, disgusted. "Thanks, but I'm not a lesbo like you."
Looking at the package in her hands, she added, "There is one thing..."
"Anything....please name it....anything...." Terri cried.
"Danielle tells me your husband is a pretty good fuck. I want to fuck him
too."
How many people knew about the games Danielle was playing with her?
Terri shook her head in horror. "No....I can't...."
"I didn't think so. Oh well, just a thought." Jeanie turned back toward the
mail slot. "Oh well. The divorce should be final in about six months. I'll
just give him a call then...."
"OK....OK....I'll.....you can fuck him......" Terri choked on the words.
"Great! I'll be over tonight, at midnight!" Jeanie handed the hapless
secretary the package.
Terri's mind raced. She'd bring home some beer for her husband, by midnight
he would be too wasted to notice...
She was interrupted by Danielle. "I see you two are getting along...that's
great!" The brunette took the package from Terri. "Jeanie, I thought I told
you to mail this," she demanded in a mock scolding voice. "Oh well, if you
want something done, do it yourself, I guess." Danielle dropped the package
in the mail slot. Terri gasped, then began sobbing again.
"See you at midnight, Terri!" Jeanie chirped as she scurried back to work.
"Why...." Terri implored.
"Just to see you run down 33 floors of stairs to the mailroom to try to get
it back...." Danielle taunted.
Terri had no other choice. She ran down the stairs three at a time, bursting
into the mailroom completely out of breath, to find the room empty. Quickly
she searched the bin which received the mail from the mail drop. No package.
Hearing a sound from one of the offices, Terri went and looked in. She
gasped at what she saw.
Three of the mailroom workers were in the office, intently watching a TV on
a cart. On the TV was Terri, providing service to five men! Upon further
scrutiny, it was obvious that one of the mailroom men had been curious about
this particular piece of mail, and had opened it. No doubt they had been
astonished to find out that it was a tape of a young, gorgeous blonde
fucking and sucking five men! All three of the mailroom men had their cocks
out and were stroking themselves.
The young blonde realized there was only one way to get the tape back.
Boldly she marched into the room and shut off the TV. The men all stopped in
mid-stroke, trying to cover themselves up. No doubt thinking that a manager
had caught them jacking off to porno.
Then one of them recognized Terri. "Hey....it's the girl from the movie!"
"That's right," Terri cooed. "Listen, why should you studs have to jack off
to some dumb movie, when you can have the real thing?" Her hands shaking,
she slipped off her dress. The men whistled at her awesome body.
"It IS the girl from the movie!" another of the guys acknowledged in awe.
Terri actually blushed.
"Let's make a deal," the blonde said softly. "I need this video tape back.
You need those wonderful hard cocks serviced. Enough said?"
"I don't know...." the first guy, Ramon, said. "Must be important if you
want it back so bad...."
"I'll throw something else in," Terri whispered to him, picking up the
remains of the packaging which the video tape had been wrapped in. "I
promise not to tell anyone that you like to open mail illegally...." The
blonde winked, then dropped to her knees in front of his chair.
Ramon gasped as Terri took him into her mouth.
Lifting her head momentarily, the blonde turned to the other two men. "Get
naked. I want you next," she purred, then went back down on Ramon.
As one of the other men, Vincent, entered her sopping wet cunt from behind,
Terri mused that this wasn't so bad. It beat the hell out of going down on
that dyke upstairs. And maybe she could finally get rid of that aftertaste
from Danielle's cunt, by gargling with a load of jism or two. Or three....
Terri was somewhat sore from all the fucking she had done in the past two
days, but she was really getting into her slut role. She tried to tell
herself that this was just an act, to get the tape back, but the sensations
going thru her body were betraying her. Her cunt was practically on fire,
and she was very eagerly humping back against Vincent's cock.
Each man took his turn in Terri's cunt and mouth. She also held her sizable
tits together and the men took turns fucking her cleavage, except for
Vincent who didn't really get into that.
After Terri had cum for the fifth time, she decided she'd had enough. Laying
down on the floor, she told the men, "I want you to jack off all over me.
You know, like in my movie?"
As the men kneeled around her, the pretty blonde wondered how she'd sunk so
low. She'd actually enjoyed the past half hour with these three strange men!
Some of it was, no doubt, having some degree of control again after Danielle
had taken it all away from her in the past two days.
She didn't have time to ponder the mysteries of the universe any further, as
at that moment Ramon began spurting his jism all over her face. Grabbing his
cock, she ensured that at least some of it ended up in her mouth. The other
two men soon followed suit, dousing Terri's firm tits with their cum. The
blonde began scooping the creamy cum off her face and sucking it off her
fingers. "Mmmmmm I love cum..." she moaned. Terri then kissed each of their
pricks, then got up and put her dress back on. She collected the video tape
and hurried to get out of there, before the men could get hard again.
She nearly ran into a smiling Danielle, standing in the doorway with a video
camera.
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The rest of the "work day" was somewhat uneventful. Back in her office,
Danielle finished instructing Terri on what would be expected of her, then,
after letting the blonde get under her desk and lick her cunt once more, she
bid her new employee farewell for the weekend.
A week later, Danielle came into the office as usual, around 9 am. As usual,
when she sat down at her desk, she was greeted by her secretary's tongue
going down on her twat.
As usual, Terri was under the desk, clad only in her black pumps, matching
black lace crotchless panties (Danielle now allowed the blonde to wear
panties on Fridays), and the "2nd place" ribbon pinned thru her nipple-the
way Danielle liked her.
Terri's tongue danced around the brunette's clit for awhile, before moving
in for "the kill". The secretary was a very good pussy eater, Danielle had
to give her credit.
"Fingers," Danielle whispered huskily. As the blonde obliged her by easing
two fingers into her cunt, Danielle opened her desk drawer where Terri's
toys were kept.
On a usual day, Danielle would give Terri one of the smaller dildos, and the
blonde would diligently work it into her tight ass while slurping on her
boss' cunt. They had started with the smallest of the set, slightly larger
than Danielle's finger, which had gone in with relative ease. After two
days, the blonde had "graduated" to the next size. There had been slight
discomfort-and more pleasure than Terri had cared to admit. Suffice to say
that when Terri's tongue had brought Danielle to orgasm, the brunette had
not cum alone.
On a usual day, when Danielle had cum as many times as she could handle for
one morning, she'd move her chair away and let Terri out. The blonde would
then usually take a seat on the other side of the desk, and would further
work her ass with the dildo while Danielle had a cup of coffee and pored
over the day ahead.
Having never had anything in her ass before, Terri was experiencing brand
new sensations. The humiliation of being made to shove things up her ass had
given way to curiosity and pleasure. In some cases, the blonde beauty was
experiencing sensory overload. During Thursday's session, while reaming her
ass with the #2 dildo, she surprised both her boss and herself by begging to
be allowed to play with her cunt with her free hand.
Danielle had denied this request, but had made a counter offer. "If you beg,
I might be willing to get on my knees and take care of you myself," she had
offered.
Terri, who had always found the very thought of having sex with another
woman disgusting, had begged for it. Danielle had made the blonde elaborate,
in graphic detail, precisely what she wanted, and only then did she take her
position in front of her secretary. The combination of the dildo in her ass
and the bisexual Danielle's skilled tongue on her cunt proved to be too much
for Terri's body to handle, and she had felt as if the powerful orgasms
wracking her sexy body were going to tear her apart. All in all, Danielle
was grateful that she had set up the video camera to record the day's
events.
Today was not a usual day. Instead of handing her cuntlicker the #2 ass
dildo, which her asshole was now well accustomed to, Danielle handed Terri
the biggest dildo of all, the one which Terri had mailed to her to taunt
her, long ago.
Terri stopped in mid-lick as she realized what she had been handed. The
dildo was more than twice the size of the #2. Her ass would be ripped apart!
She voiced her concern to her boss.
Danielle chided the blonde, "I didn't tell you to stop licking. If you've
got something to say to me, you can say it between licks or thru a mouthful
of pussy." Terri resumed licking. "Now. Yes, that's bigger than what your
little ass is used to. No, I don't care how much it hurts. It's going up
your ass."
"Please...." Terri started.
"Remember the protein rule? You're supposed to swallow at least two loads of
cum a day?" Terri DID remember. She had followed the rule diligently every
day, choosing the well-hung mailroom studs as her cum-donors...except for
yesterday. She had not had the opportunity to go to the mailroom yesterday,
and rather than humiliate herself with the men in this office on 33 (who
already thought she was a cheap slut anyway), she instead hoped that her
boss wouldn't find out. It seemed now that she had.
"You broke the rule. Now I'm going to take it out of your ass." Moving her
chair, Danielle ordered Terri to get on the desk, on all fours.
As Danielle picked up the dildo, Terri began begging. "Please, ma'am!
It won't happen again! Please!" The giant dildo was at the entrance to
Terri's anal canal. "Please....I'll do anything! I'm sorry!
Please...." The tip of the dildo was in Terri's ass, already
stretching her. "Oh god....PLEASE....."
The blonde desperately tried a different tack.
"Ma'am....please....may
your whore secretary make a request? Please?"
"What's your 'request'?" Danielle stopped and asked.
"Please....can I at least lubricate the dildo? Please?" Danielle resumed her
attempts at pushing the dildo further into the blonde's tight ass. "OH
GOD....PLEASE....IT'LL TEAR ME APART PLEASE FOR GOD'S SAKE LET ME LUBRICATE
IT...."
Danielle popped the dildo out of Terri's ass. The girl sighed with relief.
"Lubrication," Danielle mused. "Yes, it DOES seem like some is needed.
Go get some KY jelly." Terri put her dress on, and reached for her purse.
"No purse."
Not comprehending, Terri protested, "But I have to buy-"
"We don't have time for you to run out to a store," Danielle said with
exasperation. "I'm sure someone in this company has a tube of KY jelly. Just
walk around and ask everyone." Terri began to protest, but Danielle silenced
her. "Either that, or we could just try it again without any."
So, humiliated beyond belief, Terri, clad in an unthinkably revealing dress,
walked from desk to desk asking if anyone had any KY jelly. She was met with
a variety of reactions, ranging from utter disgust from most of the women,
to open leering by some of the men.
Surprisingly, one of the women, a tall blonde named Angela, did have a tube
of the jelly. However, she informed Terri that she would have to earn it.
"Whatever," Terri sighed.
"Come with me," Angela instructed, leading the way to a supply room.
Great, another lezzie, the secretary thought to herself.
In the supply room, Angela told Terri to strip, then left the room. She
returned a moment later with Scott, her husband who was also an employee at
the company.
"I thought I'd give you your birthday present early," Angela whispered to
Scott, chewing on his ear while indicating the slut secretary. "Let me get
you ready for her....." Angela stripped her husband naked, kissing his body
all over as she undressed him.
"Slut, come over here and suck my husband's dick," Angela ordered. Nervously
Terri looked at the door, afraid that someone would catch them in here.
"Don't worry, everyone in the company's going to lunch right now. Now come
over here and get your lunch."
Scott's cock did look pretty inviting, Terri thought. Again, the blonde
secretary found herself trying to rationalize something which she really had
no choice about anyway. So she dropped to her knees and engulfed Scott's
prick in her mouth. Angela, meanwhile, busied herself with french kissing
her husband.
The three of them did get interrupted by the door opening. It was only
Danielle, however. "Terri, I see you've met Angela and Scott! Oh, no need to
stop sucking that nice juicy cock on my account! They've worked with me for
a long time. In fact, remember the Jackson-Morgan contract that you stole
out from under me? Scott worked with me on that one for weeks! It was a
shame....these two were REALLY counting on that big commission that would
have brought. Well anyway, I'm sure you all can find a lot to talk about!"
Going over to where Terri's clothes were piled on the floor, Danielle picked
up the black crotchless panties, and hung them from the doorknob.
"There.....now anyone else who wants to come in will know that the company
whore is busy in here!" And Danielle was gone.
"Look at what a little suck-monster she is," Angela whispered to her husband
as Terri relentlessly deep-throated him. "I know how badly you must want to
cum in her mouth. But I want to watch you fuck her instead...."
Next, Angela found a table covered with supplies, which she knocked off onto
the floor. "Slut," she ordered Terri, "you'll clean that mess up when we're
through with you." Terri muttered a muffled "mmmm hmmmm".
Angela led her husband to the table, and had him lay on his back atop it.
Then she instructed Terri to straddle him. The secretary obeyed, lowering
her cunt onto Scott's rigid cock.
"Look how wet she is for you, baby! Too bad she's not a natural blonde,"
Angela told her husband. Then leaning close to Terri, she whispered, "You
have better give my husband the fucking of a lifetime, or you will be
sorry."
Terri did just that, riding Scott for all he was worth, sending his prick
deep into her cunt with every downward stroke. The young slut was quickly
learning that the best way to combat these people who were seeking to
humiliate her and to ruin her life, was to enjoy what she was doing. In the
case of Scott's well-sized prick, this was not difficult, and Terri figured
she would show Angela a thing or two about how to fuck.
"Do you enjoy fucking my husband?" Angela asked her as she watched.
"I love it," Terri sighed truthfully.
"I'll bet you do. I've heard the stories about how immoral you are. You
cheat on your husband with whole gangs of men at a time....I'll bet you'd
love for my husband to shoot his cum up in that slutty cunt of yours."
"Yes.....please...." Terri moaned.
"I'll bet if my husband asked you to, you'd fuck him every day."
"Yes....." The gorgeous blonde confirmed. What she didn't add was the fact
that she would HAVE to do so, according to the "rules" her boss had laid out
for her.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! You'd fuck my husband behind my back! You little
fucking homewrecker...." Angela sounded mad. Stooping down, she undid the
leather strap from her purse as Terri continued her joy-ride of Scott's hard
cock.
Angela stood back up, now brandishing a make-shift leather whip. She raised
it threateningly.
"So, you'd fuck my husband every day, without me knowing."
"No...." Terri pleaded.
"NO? You just told me you would!" Angela brought the whip down on Terri's
back. "Now are you saying that you wouldn't obey my husband if he ordered
you to fuck him?"
"No....please...." But Angela brought the whip down again-and again-on the
blonde's back. Not hard enough to leave marks, but hard enough to make Terri
scream in pain, as Scott laid below her and moaned with pleasure.
"Now, I'm going to ask you this once. Give me the wrong answer and I whip
those beautiful tits. HARD." Angela moved around to Terri's front to
emphasize. "If my husband asked you to fuck him, without me knowing, WOULD
YOU DO IT?"
Terri, never breaking stride on Scott's cock, desperately fumbled for an
answer, any answer, which would protect her sensitive tits (and hardening
nipples) from the whip.
"Please.....I would have to....I'm just....a cock-craving slut....I just
need cock all the time....PLEASE NO!!!!" Angela raised the whip, but then
dropped it, apparently satisfied with the blonde's answer. Terri, relieved,
got back to concentrating on her fucking of Scott.
She needed to cum, and needed it bad.
Angela denied her this, however, instead pulling the girl off of Scott.
"Now, baby, your fantasy is going to come true," she announced to her
husband. She had Terri stand on the floor and bend over the table. Then
rummaging in a supply cabinet, she found a wooden ruler and placed it in her
husband's hand.
Angela told Terri, "My husband's fantasy is that he's an old schoolmaster,
and he's taking a young schoolgirl to task for something that she's done
wrong." With that, she dropped to her knees and took Scott's cock into her
mouth.
Terri cringed, and then yelped with surprise and pain as the ruler hit her
ass with a resounding WHACK. It stung! Yet it made Terri's cunt tingle with
excitement at the same time. And it was better than the prospect of having
her breasts whipped. Before long the blonde's magnificent ass was covered
with red welts. And a few inches from there, Terri's cunt was dripping wet
with juices, she was so turned on.
Fortunately for Terri's asscheeks, Angela's mouth made quick work of her
husband's cock. As he was cumming, Scott pulled out of her mouth and shot
the majority of his jism all over Terri's back and her reddened asscheeks.
Terri just laid there, bent over the table, as Scott got dressed. The
married couple assumed that the slut secretary was crying in pain and
humiliation; actually she was gasping for air, having cum twice from the
experience of being spanked.
Before following her husband out of the storeroom, Angela produced a small
tube of KY jelly from her pocked, setting it on the table next to Terri.
"Here you go, slut. Have fun," Angela taunted. "I expect you to bring us a
full tube of it....to our house, tomorrow night at 8. We'll be expecting
you." Picking up the ruler, Angela gave the blonde secretary a few closing
swats on the ass, splattering her husband's cum. "Get this place cleaned
up," she finished, then turned and left Terri alone.
Terri did clean the supply room up. But not before she reached down and
frigged her cunt to two more orgasms.
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Having put off the inevitable for as long as she could, Terri returned to
Danielle's office. The brunette was in the middle of a phone call.
Wordlessly Terri removed her clothes and waited.
"Did you find what you were sent for?" Danielle asked as she got off the
phone. Terri nodded, producing the tube of jelly. Handing her secretary the
dildo, Danielle instructed her to get it ready.
Terri coated the entire dildo with the KY jelly, taking her time about it.
She was in no hurry to have her ass raped by the monster dildo. Finally
Danielle took the toy from her secretary, and instructed her to get on the
desk, on her hands and knees.
"I've looked forward to this for a long time. Remember when you sent this
little toy to me?"
"Yes," Terri whimpered fearfully. Her knees were visibly shaking.
"I'm so sorry...."
"Of course you're sorry, hon!" Danielle commiserated with the trembling
blonde, rubbing the dildo along the crack of Terri's ass. "You're sorry that
you got yourself into this situation, and you're sorry that you're about to
get your ass reamed. I doubt though that you're sorry about all the times
you stepped on me to achieve a goal, and then came back and tapdanced on my
face to celebrate."
"Yes, I am! PLEASE!!!!"
"You have a very beautiful ass," Danielle told her secretary soothingly,
gently rubbing the welts from the ruler. "It looks like Angela and Scott had
to spank it for you. What did they have to spank you for?"
The married couple had had no real reason to spank Terri, but somehow she
didn't think that was the answer her boss/mistress/owner wanted to hear.
"F-for b-being a slutty....whore....."
"Good girl. You know what? We're going to have a slight change of plans."
Terri perked up hopefully. A reprieve? "Lie down on your back." Hopefully,
Terri did so.
"You do have very nice tits. I've always been jealous of them!" Danielle
moved the KY covered dildo up to Terri's 36D boobs, and began rubbing the
toy all over the blonde's hard nipples and her generous tits. "But I'm over
that jealousy now," the tormenter confided. "Because I can have these
anytime I want to!"
Terri liked having her breasts played with and stimulated. She moaned softly
as the dildo was guided over every square inch of tit.
"I'll bet Bobby liked you pushing those gorgeous tits together and sticking
his cock between them," Danielle breathed. "This 'Bobby'" she indicated the
toy "will, too! Push those huge, firm, SUPERIOR breasts together!"
Terri complied as her boss slipped the dildo between her cleavage.
"You like being tittyfucked, don't you?"
In truth, Terri loved it. But the aim of Danielle's exercise with the
blonde's huge breasts was becoming clear. She was getting as much of the
precious KY jelly off of the dildo as possible, so that when she did
eventually ream her secretary's virgin ass, it would be that much more
painful.
Reading her hapless bimbo's mind, Danielle confirmed, "I had to do that. You
put WAY too much KY on there. We don't want this monster to slide into your
ass too easy....that would spoil all the fun!" That said, Terri was told to
get back on her hands and knees.
"Now, I'm not going to lie to you. When I put this dildo in your tight
little ass, it's going to hurt like hell. And I'm going to enjoy it. But
I'll give you something to do while I ream you with this. Something to keep
your mind off some of the pain." Reaching in the drawer, she pulled out a
faded letter. The letter Terri had sent with the dildo, taunting Danielle
about her lost love.
Danielle put the letter on the desk, right under Terri's head. Then she
retook her position with the tip of the dildo at the opening to the blonde's
asshole. "Read it to me," she ordered.
This was too much for Terri. "Please....Danielle! I'M SORRY PLEASE BELIEVE
ME! OH GOD, WHAT CAN I DO TO SHOW YOU HOW SORRY I AM?"
"You can start reading," Danielle answered quietly, pushing the tip of the
dildo into Terri's ass.
"Oh god.....I....got....B-Bobby, but....but....this is r-roughly
the....same size....enjoy.....s-s-sweetums....."
"Again," Danielle ordered, pushing the dildo a little further in Terri's
ass.
"I got...Bobby....but this is roughly....the same
size.....AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! Enjoy... sweetums....OH GOD IT HURTS!!!"
"Again. Keep reading it."
"I got....Bobby......AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGHHHH PLEASE MA'AM.....I
g-got.....B-Bobby.....OHHHHHHHHHHH...."
"Hmmmm, I wonder how Bobby's doing nowadays? Keep reading," Danielle added
as the toy continued its inexorable slide into the depths of Terri's ass.
"...B-but....this....AGGGGGHHHHHH....is roughly....AAAAAAGGGGHH!! the
same.....size....."
"Is it, now? I'll bet Bobby never did this with HIS cock!"
The letter was becoming blurred by tears. Terri didn't really need to read
off the letter anymore anyway. These dozen words would be burned into her
memory forever. "I....got.....Bobby!!! But.....this
is.....roughly....same....size!!!" Through clenched teeth, doing her best
not to scream as the plastic invader was halfway in.
"Did you ever imagine, when you were sending this to me, where it would end
up?" Danielle conversed lightly as the other woman writhed in agony.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
IGOTBOBBY!!!!!BUTTHISISROUGHLYTHESAMESIZE!!! OH YOU CRUEL HEARTLESS BITCH!!!
OH GOD PLEASE!!!!!AAAAAAAHHHHHHH IT HURTS!!!!!!"
"You forgot the last two words," Danielle reminded her secretary.
"OHHHHHHHHH.....ENJOY.....SWEETUMS......PLEASE......"
"I am enjoying. Immensely," Danielle assured her. "And I love being called
sweetums. Bobby used to call me that....before you stole him from me. But
I'm sure you knew that. That's why you signed the letter that way. Isn't
it?" The dildo was now all the way in.
Danielle stepped back to admire the handiwork, the "bobby" dildo obscenely
stretching the blonde slut's tight asshole. Terri actually breathed a sigh
of relief.
To further demoralize her secretary and wipe out all hope, Danielle leaned
close to Terri and whispered, "Maybe I should fist fuck your ass...." That
brought a whole new round of screaming and begging.
Grasping the hilt of the dildo, Danielle pulled it all the way out of the
blonde's ass, then plunged it back in. Terri screamed as more pain shot
through her torn sphincter.
"Beg me for it, slut," her mistress ordered her.
"Danielle....ma'am....OOOHHHHHHHHHH.....please....fuck me...."
"No. Call me 'Bobby'. After all, in a way, it is Bobby that's fucking your
ass."
"Bobby....fuck....me....fuck my ass....AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Danielle was
delighted to oblige, now having a steady rhythm with the dildo pistoning in
and out of Terri's torn ass.
"Bobby....fuck my ass!!!" It still hurt like hell, but Terri was beginning
to feel other sensations. Like a definite tingling from her cunt. Maybe if
she got herself off, it would take her mind off the blinding pain her ass
was in, she thought, while her right hand moved down to her clit.
"What are you doing? Are you getting turned on, slut?" Danielle hadn't
expected this. "Get your hand away from there. I didn't give you permission
to give yourself pleasure."
"Please....OHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE......" Terri begged. Her clit was now
literally itching for attention.
Danielle couldn't believe it. The slut was really getting aroused by this
anal rape! "I'll make you a deal, " Danielle offered as she reamed her
secretary's ass with the huge dildo. "You may touch yourself, but you have
to promise to clean 'Bobby' off with your mouth when he's done..."
Terri, amazed at how low she was sinking, didn't hesitate. "YES.....I
promise....I'll lick and suck it clean....PLEASE may I touch my cunt?"
She was now noticeably thrusting her ass back against the anal invader.
"You may touch yourself," Danielle told the blonde.
Terri didn't need to be told twice. It didn't take long for her to achieve
the first of five intensive orgasms. All in all, part of Terri was sorry
when the dildo was taken out of her ass and handed to her for cleaning.
The toy was covered in disgusting slime, and a little bit of blood. Oh well,
a deal is a deal, the blonde slut reminded herself as she dutifully took it
into her mouth.
Danielle supervised her secretary, making sure the toy was very well
cleaned. After all, it would be going in Danielle's cunt next. Finally the
brunette couldn't stand to watch Terri's tongue and mouth blowing the fake
cock any longer, so she told her secretary she was excused for the day.
"Oh, there is one thing I want you to do before you leave," Danielle added,
the toy already deep in her snatch. Terri, who was getting dressed, paused.
"I know that two of the men I loaned you out to wanted to fuck your ass, but
you were able to keep them from it. Good job, by the way. But now, I want
you to go tell them the good news!"
"What good.....?" Terri began.
"Why....the good news, that your cute ass is no longer off limits for their
hard cocks!"
Terri was horrified. "But....it hurts...."
"It won't hurt after awhile. I hear you're going over to Scott and Angela's
tomorrow night. I know he'll be eager to try out your newly broken in
asshole. Just like I KNOW that you'll beg him to ream it for you. Won't
you?"
Terri, beaten, nodded silently.
"Angela doesn't get into other women. I know; I've tried. But I KNOW you'll
beg her to let you do her, won't you?"
Terri's tears were flowing freely again. She nodded again.
"Sometime this weekend, I'll be calling you. I'll give you the name of a
hotel, and a room number. You'll go there, and there will be some men
waiting for you there. You'll beg them all to put their cocks in EVERY ONE
of your orifices. That'll be all." Terri wept openly as she was excused from
her boss' office.
"Oh, and Terri?" Danielle called as Terri was walking out the door.
The blonde looked back.
Danielle gave her sweetest angelic smile. "Have a nice weekend."
Terri walked out and shut the door.
As the blonde's sobs of humiliation and hopelessness faded in the hallway
outside, Danielle got down to serious business with her dildo, all the while
planning what would be in store for the hapless Terri next week.
Monday morning
Danielle took her seat behind her desk. Like clockwork, she felt her panties
being pulled down, followed by her secretary's tongue beginning its daily
task.
"So....how was...mmmmmm.....how was your weekend?" Danielle inquired to the
girl under the desk. The secretary's tongue was already finding all the
right spots.
"Fine," Terri mumbled between licks. Thinking of the weekend of hell she had
been put through, the blonde reflected that it had been anything but fine.
Before she had left the office on Friday, Terri had had her ass reamed by
three different men-all of them as big as the dildo Danielle had sodomized
her with, or bigger. She'd then gingerly made her way out of the building
and to her car, barely able to walk without pain.
At home, Terri had set to the task of making a nice dinner for her husband,
then getting him drunk. Fridays, Danielle had declared, were "fuck-nights".
She would send a different woman to Terri's house every "fuck-night", at
midnight, and the woman would fuck Terri's husband while the hapless blonde
watched. Terri's job was to get Steven drunk enough that he would not
realize that some other woman was blowing or fucking him.
Carrie, this week's "lucky contestant", had arrived at exactly midnight. She
was younger than Terri, probably late teens or very early twenties. Her
build was similar, and although her hair was an angry red and her boobs
slightly smaller, Terri doubted that Steven, now three sheets to the wind,
would notice the difference.
Having not seen Carrie at work, Terri had assumed that she must be one of
Danielle's friends. Wondering if she was THAT kind of "friend", the blonde
had tried to detour the girl from her husband.
"Why don't....you and I....on the couch...." she had started to say.
Carrie had slapped her in the face. "Whore. I'm not no fucking dyke.
Oh I get it. I'm Danielle's friend, so I must be a fucking dyke?
I'll
make sure and tell her that."
"No please.....I didn't mean-"
"Tell ya what though. I hear you like sticking things up your ass...."
Carrie retrieved an empty wine bottle, left over from Terri's dinner with
Steven. "While I'm in your bed screwing your husband, you can fuck your ass
with this and watch us."
Terri, of course, had done just that, wincing in pain and taking her time
about sliding the bottle into her torn up asshole, until the other woman
offered to do it for her. Terri watched in shame as Carrie sucked, then
rode, her husband. With the wine bottle in one hand, Terri had used the
other hand to play with her clit. Over and over, she tried to tell herself
that it was just to take the edge off the pain, and that she could not
possibly be getting aroused by being so totally dominated and humiliated.
Finally the redhead squeezed her breasts together around Steven's cock and
fucked him with her tits. As her husband shot his jism all over the
stranger's jugs, Terri's heartbreak and humiliation were running a very
distant second to the pain in her sore, tender asshole.
Then, Carrie was done, and made her way downstairs. Beckoning to Terri, she
had ordered, "Clean off my tits with your tongue." Adding, "Yes, I'm a
little curious. Don't you DARE tell Danielle though!"
"Mmmm mmmm," Terri had confirmed as she licked her husband's cum off this
stranger's boobs. The betrayed wife was just grateful to have the bottle out
of her ass. Carrie, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more excited than she
cared to admit. Judging from the way the redhead's hard nipples jutted out
from her t-shirt as she left, Terri had a feeling the young woman would be
back for more.
Saturday morning, Terri had slept in. She had been awoken at noon by a call
from Danielle, instructing her to be at a certain hotel in an hour. There,
she had found four men whom it seemed Danielle had selected for their
passion for assfucking. Terri, her asshole extremely sore from its "breaking
in" of the day before, had desperately tried to pass off her other sexual
skills to the men, but to no avail. They had only been interested in one
thing, which unfortunately was the one thing which was causing the blonde
the most agony at the moment. It got so intense after awhile that while one
of the men was fucking her asshole, the other three would have to hold Terri
down.
For six hours Terri's ass had endured the suffering. When she was finally
allowed to leave the hotel, she had had to go to Scott and Angela's home.
There, she had endured three hours of being pinched and whipped by Angela,
while being fucked by Scott. Thankfully, Scott had stayed out of Terri's ass
though.
Sunday, Danielle had let her secretary rest. Terri had thought she would
have time to recover; however, this morning her asshole seemed to be even
more tender and sore. Try as she might, she had been unable to get the
sizing dildo into her ass as was her under-the-desk routine.
Now, Terri was concentrating on Danielle's cunt, hoping to lick it extra
well so that her boss wouldn't notice the absence of the dildo from her
secretary's rear. Her hopes were dashed as, after finishing her duties, her
boss inquired as to where the dildo was, and what it was doing anywhere
except up her ass.
Terri tried to explain how sore she was from the weekend's activities.
The other woman wasn't hearing it.
"I gave you Sunday to rest. And this is how you repay? Expect to be punished
for this."
Danielle pointedly ignored Terri the rest of the morning, letting the
secretary think about what she'd done wrong, or more importantly, to let her
imagine the consequences. Terri tried to stay busy, but whenever she found
some work to do, Danielle would always have someone else in the office come
and take over, leaving Terri with nothing to do but think about the horrors
awaiting her.
At noon, Danielle summoned Terri. "Time for us to go to lunch!" So, she was
in for another lunchtime humiliation by her boss.
Danielle did not disappoint. On the way to the bistro, she instructed a
horrified Terri what was expected.
When the waiter came to take the order, Terri recited her lines almost
perfectly.
"Do you have sausage?"
"How thick is it? Is it bigger than two of my fingers put together?"
"Do you have whole cucumbers?"
"How long and how thick are they?"
"What about hot dogs? I like them foot long! And could you put some
mayonnaise on the tip?"
"I'd also like a fresh banana. Preferably one that's not ripe yet. They're
stiffer when they're like that!" she confided to the waiter with a wink.
As the waiter walked away, he tried vainly to hold the menus in front of him
to conceal his raging hardon. Terri, meanwhile, spent the entire lunch under
the table. When her food was delivered, Danielle handed each item to the
blonde under the table, so she could service herself with it. The giant
cucumber was somewhat excruciating, but the blonde was just thankful that it
was in her cunt instead of other places which would be worse.
All the while Terri munched away at her boss' pussy.
Dessert came....tapioca pudding for Danielle, and a popsicle for Terri.
"Here, something to cool off that hot slutty cunt of yours," Danielle
remarked as she unwrapped the popsicle. Terri welcomed the ice cold treat,
which killed much of the pain of having had her cunt stretched by the
cucumber.
Danielle rubbed a spoonful of the white pudding into her pussy. "Lick it
off," she ordered her servant. "Just imagine you're licking your husband's
cum out of some other woman's snatch....oh YEAH.....which by the way will be
happening again real soon....UMMMMM yeah....!"
While eating out her boss, Terri fucked her own cunt with the popsicle until
it melted completely. Then she substituted her fingers for the popsicle
stick.
Surprisingly, they got out of the restaurant without Terri being pimped off
on any of the staff. And the rest of the work day went without incident. As
she drove home, Terri hoped that Danielle had forgotten about the dildo
incident, or that the lunchtime humiliation was being considered to be
punishment enough.
She was wrong about this, though. Late that night, Danielle showed up with
Carrie, and the two girls treated Terri's sleeping husband to a double
blowjob, with an obscene twist-Danielle made Terri take off her wedding ring
and give it to Carrie, who wore it herself while she went down on the
tormented girl's husband. Meanwhile Danielle licked Steven's balls and up
and down his cock shaft, and a few times the two ladies' tongues touched
briefly. Then Carrie gave the wedding ring to Danielle, who slipped it on
her own ring finger as she lowered her hot love box onto Steven's erect
prick. Terri, of course, had been told to stay in the doorway and watch. She
wept as she watched her rival, boss, and for all practical purposes, her
owner, wearing HER wedding ring while fucking HER husband. When Steven
climaxed, Danielle went through the usual routine of leading the tormented
blonde downstairs and getting the cum eaten out of her cunt.
As Terri dutifully performed her task, Carrie watched. The younger woman was
definitely curious, there was no question about it.
"Would you like to join us?" Danielle prodded. "I'm sure we could find a
place for you."
"No, I don't think so," Carrie replied, though she didn't take her eyes off
the beautiful blonde's tongue buried in her boss' snatch.
"Well if you ever change your mind, Terri here will be glad to do anything
and everything you can imagine. Isn't that right, Terri?"
"Yes ma'am...." the blonde mumbled.
"Good girl." Danielle got up and got dressed. "Now finger fuck your cunt
until we're gone." The two women got up to leave. Terri, completely
humiliated and beaten, cried as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy for
the millionth time. "And," Danielle added with a smile, "don't try and
follow us." As the two women left the home which they were helping to wreck,
the brunette commented to her friend, "I've always wanted to say that...."
Everyone but Terri found humor in this.
It was not until the sound of Danielle's car had faded into the night that
Terri stopped fucking her fingers. And Danielle was all the way across town,
dropping Carrie off at her home, before Terri realized that the other woman
still had her wedding ring.
The abused blonde curled up on the couch and cried herself to sleep.
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The next day, Terri knew she would have to ask for her wedding ring back.
She just hoped that she would not have to do anything especially painful or
humiliating to get it back....although of course she would do so, without
question, if necessary.
All day long, she tried to get a moment alone with Danielle, to ask for the
ring back. But she literally could not get a word in edgewise. From the
moment Danielle walked in the office, Terri was kept busy. First, of course,
she had her morning cunt lapping to attend to (the dildo firmly embedded up
her ass this time-the young blonde had learned her lesson.) Then Terri was
sent across town on errands.
When she returned, Danielle was gone for a long lunch; Jeanie and Angela,
however, took turns tormenting the girl. Sending her back and forth to the
mailroom, making her do obscene things with office supplies, and little
things of that caliber. Fortunately Danielle returned before the girls could
make Terri staple her cunt lips together.
Relieved, Terri followed Danielle into her office.
"Sit down," Danielle said excitedly. "I have something to show you!"
This couldn't possibly be good. Danielle took out some 8x10 pictures of some
models. There were two pictures of each model, in identical poses. Except
for the fact that in picture #2, each model had larger breasts.
"So what do you think?" Danielle was still excited.
"Their boobs are bigger in these other pictures....." Terri offered.
Her boss laughed at her. "Duh! You definitely ARE blonde! That's because
they have implants! I was just at this doctor who does boob jobs. He does
good work, don't you think?"
"I suppose....but...."
"So.....what do you think?" Danielle asked again.
Terri was not sure what the other woman wanted to hear, but she felt
as
if she were being tested. "I like....um....I mean.....you
look....good....the way you are...."
"Are you really that dumb, Terri, or are you just acting?" Danielle teased.
"They're not for me, silly.....they're for YOU."
"But.....I don't need...."
"Yes, you do. I took an impromptu office poll, and 100% of the men I asked
said they'd like to see you with bigger tits. So.....goodbye, D
cup.....hello, triple D's!"
"Danielle.....please....I'll look like a slut....."
"Hon," Terri's boss confided, "everyone in this company concurs, that you
are the biggest slut any of us know. And now," she finished gleefully,
"you'll be an even BIGGER slut! Thanks to the wonders of silicone!!!!"
"Please.....no....my husband...." Terri pleaded.
"-will love them," Danielle finished for her. "He loved your big tits when
you stole him away from me, didn't he? He damn sure didn't pick you for your
personality."
"I can't....it's expensive....an operation....new clothes...." Terri fumbled
for excuses.
"New clothes? I'd prefer you keep the outfits you have. Should be
interesting to see you BUSTing out of them!" She laughed. "As far as money
goes.....I made a little transaction today which will pay for some of the
cost of the operation. The rest, you'll earn on your back, turning tricks
three times a week."
"Three times.....?" Terri gasped in horror.
"You're right. Four would be better. Four times a week."
"You're going to turn me into a whore!" Terri said in astonishment.
"Sweetie, you already are a whore. All those men you've been fucking in
hotels? All of them paid me."
Terri was in disbelief. "Well, I can't do it anymore! I won't!
Danielle....ma'am....I have to draw the line!"
Danielle stood up. "Draw the line. I see. Well, before you draw that line,
let me give you one more reason to do this." Reaching in her purse, she
pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "Here's how I got the money for part of
the boob job." Terri burst into tears as she realized what the paper was.
"It's amazing how pawn shops try to rip you off nowadays. How much did that
ring cost Steven when he bought it for you? Must have been around three
grand. They barely gave me half of that!"
"Now," Danielle continued as Terri fell to pieces, "you'll go to the hotel
four nights a week, and you'll fuck whoever I send to you. They'll pay me in
advance, but who knows? If you're a REAL good fuck, maybe they'll tip you.
And if you save up enough tips, maybe you'll even be able to get your ring
back before the pawn shop sells it. Maybe," she reflected, "it'll end up
with a woman who knows how to be loyal to her husband, instead of being a
doormat for men!" The brunette, savoring her control over the bawling
secretary, paused.
"So
is this acceptable? Or are you still drawing the line?"
"No...." Terri whispered. "No....I'll....I'll do it."
"Great. You're scheduled for the boob job tomorrow." As Terri started to sob
about the money, Danielle added, "I'm loaning you the rest of the money. I'm
sure you'll earn it back for me, with interest. Now, how about using that
pretty tongue to thank me for the loan...." As a beaten Terri got on her
knees, Danielle humiliated her some more. "You'll have a few days off to
recover from your operation. Then, you'll throw a tit-warming party, to
commemorate your new boobs. You'll make out invitations and pass out flyers
around the office, and we'll have the party at the hotel of your choice."
INTERLUDES
Steven
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Terri's husband, Steven, had been having weird dreams. Not that they were in
the least unpleasant. In the dreams, other women were in bed with him,
alternately going down on him and fucking him. His wife always watched from
the doorway of their bedroom, set back in the shadows, masturbating. It was
always vague, but he knew she was really getting off on watching, by the way
she was gasping. At various times during their marriage, he had heard her
gasp like that, when his tongue had found just the right spot and assaulted
it relentlessly. Sometimes Terri was giving the other woman, or women,
instructions on what to do. And sometimes in the dreams, after Steven had
climaxed, whether in the mouth or cunt of the woman with whom he was being
shared, Terri would go downstairs and the women would fuck.
Steven imagined that his imagination was just working overtime. Nor could he
blame it...for it seemed his wife had lost all her sex drive. Just the other
night, the guys had all gotten together at Scott's home for a party. Scott's
wife, Angela, had gone to the video store and chosen what she deemed an
"appropriate" video for a boys' night out, then had wisely left the guys
alone to enjoy it. The porn starlet in the movie bore an uncanny resemblance
to Terri, and after watching the first scene, where the young blonde actress
took on three mailroom boys, Steven excused himself and hurried home.
Extremely turned on, he had crawled into bed with his wife with a raging
hardon. But she had only pushed him away. It seemed that this was becoming
the norm.
Terri was also spending more and more time away from home. When he would ask
her about it, she'd often snap at him, asking why he mistrusted her so much.
He also noticed-but didn't ask about-her new wardrobe. Miniskirts,
camisoles, halters, lace bras and panties, corsets, garters, hose.
Steven was growing increasingly frustrated. So when Carrie, a temp working
in his office, invited him first out for lunch, then later out for dinner,
he went.
Danielle
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Revenge was sweet, the pretty brunette reflected to herself as she stepped
out of the shower and toweled off. The ruined look on that uppity little
blonde bitch's face, when she found out that her wedding ring had been
pawned, had been worth a thousand orgasms. Not that Danielle wasn't already
off to a good start in achieving that number, she smiled to herself. On the
drive home, she had handled rush hour extremely well, wisely using the time
to reacquaint her pussy to her favorite vibrator, to the tune of three
orgasms. She gave herself another when she slid the cum-covered toy into her
tight ass. The bewildered motorists around her had clearly never seen anyone
so happy about bumper to bumper traffic. Once home, and in the shower, she
had let her fingers do the walking, and twice more had peaked. Then she had
adjusted the shower head and laid down on the shower floor, spreading her
legs and letting the high-powered jet of water beat down on her clit. Four
more cums, as she imagined her hapless secretary's tongue serving her down
below.
Climbing onto her bed, Danielle shed her towel and her fingers found their
mark again. With her left hand she played with her clit; with her right
hand, she fucked herself with first one, then two, and finally three
fingers. She felt great but the only problem was, her hands were beginning
to ache. Danielle wished her slave/secretary were there to service her.
Then, she thought evilly, why do I have to wish for it? I own the fucking
little whore!
Panting heavily, the saucy brunette picked up her phone, and punched in a
number she knew by heart. A number which would make a pager go off somewhere
across town. A page that, if not responded to within ten minutes, would
result in a number of interesting packages and letters being mailed out to
the husband of a certain blonde bimbo.
Danielle put the receiver back in its cradle. She laid back down on the bed,
where the pillow was wet from her hair....and the covers were wet from her
dripping cunt juices. She waited.
When the phone began ringing, she decided to let it ring for awhile.
Smiling, she brought her middle finger to her mouth, and took it in,
lustfully sucking her delicious nectar from it.
Revenge was very sweet, indeed.
Carrie
------
The young redhead was riding her lover for all she was worth. The fact that
he was a married man only excited her more. Besides, considering all the
things the man's wife had done to her best friend over the years, Carrie
felt absolutely no remorse. This wasn't the first time she'd fucked Steven,
of course....but it was the first time that he was aware that she was
fucking him. And Carrie wanted Steven to know, exactly what it meant to be
fucked by Carrie.
Carrie loved being on top. She was in control, and she could put her lover's
cock in just the right spots. And, when she felt him close to cumming, she
could easily back off and let him cool down a little bit. Which she had done
several times, over the past two hours of this mind-blowing fuck.
"OH GAWWWWWWDDDD.....YEAH LOVER......FEELS SO GOOD.......YEAH!!!!!!!!!!"
Carrie articulated. "Yeah.....your wife doesn't know.....what she's
missing....YEAH!!!!! YES!!! YES!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie
bucked, holding on for dear life, as the two lovers climaxed simultaneously.
The redhead's vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted around Steven's
spurting, pulsing cock, as he filled her hole with his gooey seed.
When Carrie finally eased herself off Steven's dick, she noted that he was
still hard. That just wouldn't do. Taking him in her mouth, she followed up
the fuck of his life with what she hoped would be the blowjob of his life.
She first teased the tip, until he grabbed the back of her head and urged
her to take him all the way in. Which she gladly did, slurping and sucking
his magnificent cock until he was again spurting his creamy delight, this
time into her warm, wet mouth.
Carrie eased out of bed. Her lover made to do the same, but she gently-but
firmly- pushed him back down.
"I just have to go do something. I'll be back in awhile. Stay here."
"My wife-" Steven began.
"-is most likely going to be out, doing god knows what, until well after
midnight. You said so yourself. Stay here in bed.....and I expect that
gorgeous, throbbing cock to be ready and waiting for me when I get back." To
emphasize, the voluptuous redhead took Steven's semi-hard prick into her
mouth, giving it a few slurps. Was that a stirring? Carrie didn't wait to
find out.
Throwing on a nightgown, she left her home and hopped in her car. She
pretended that she had no idea where she was headed, but in reality she knew
exatcly. She passed the point of no return as she guided her car toward the
exit which led to Terri's house.
Ok...so I *am* curious. So sue me! she kidded herself. All kidding aside,
Carrie had found herself very aroused during her previous encounters with
Terri. She had not wanted to admit it in front of Danielle, however. But
with the barrel that Danielle had Terri over, Carrie effectively had an
automaton who would do whatever she liked, and move at whatever pace she
liked.
Idly, the young girl wondered if the blonde slut would recognize the taste
of the cum in Carrie's pussy, as that of her husband Steven.
In any case, it wouldn't matter. Carrie planned on telling her.
Terri
-----
The blonde's ass hurt. All the toys-and men's cocks-which had been up her
ass the past few days, had torn up the membrane of her anal canal. But the
worst part was actually the itching, as her reamed asshole healed. Many
times Terri had half hoped that Danielle would send her to a hotel room full
of men to fuck her tight asshole some more.
Aside from that, Terri was still trying to regain her balance. She had been
well-endowed before her mandatory, Danielle-imposed boob job. Now, a
triple-D, her equilibrium was off, and she had actually nearly fallen
forward a few times. And of course, there was the staring, whenever Danielle
sent her on some mindless errand. It didn't help any that her boss had
prohibited her from buying new clothes, and she was confined to practically
bursting out of the outfits she had.
Standing in her bedroom naked, looking in the mirror at her tear-streaked
face, her obscenely giant boobs, and her jet black (dyed) pubic hair (to
make people think she was not a natural blonde), Terri wondered how she'd
been reduced to this. Just yesterday, it seemed, she had been one of the
city's top saleswomen. Well, now she was another kind of saleswomen, she
thought bitterly. A whore.
Her thoughts were cut off by the shrill sound of her pager. When she checked
the number, she saw that it was Danielle calling her. More humiliation and
degradation.
As Terri squeezed her huge tits into her dress, nearly ripping it, she
sobbed openly.
Then, bringing herself under control, she headed out to perform her duties
for her boss
Terri knew she was in store for a humiliating evening, as she rode the
elevator up to the ballroom which she had rented at Danielle's request. The
wall of the elevator was mirrored, and she now checked her appearance. A
white button down shirt, a little tight on the girl but otherwise rather
plain save for the fact that the first three buttons were undone, revealing
some impressive triple-D cleavage and a hint of a green lace bra. A green
leather mini, to match the bra (and the thong panty, which, with any luck,
wouldn't be revealed for the first twenty minutes of the party, Terri
thought bitterly.) No hose, just a pair of 4 inch white pumps. All in all,
Terri looked for all the world like a cocktail waitress.
Terri checked her face. Her hair was permed, her face beautifully made up.
After all, she was the hostess at a very important party! Reaching in her
purse, she took out her eye makeup, and touched up the areas which had been
messed up by her crying session, in the car on the way over here.
This done, Terri adjusted the tiny device in her ear. Nearly invisible to an
observer, and concealed by Terri's lovely blonde hair, the hearing-aid-like
device was hooked to a remote transmitter, from which Danielle would give
her instructions on how to totally humiliate herself tonight.
In a small room which she had set up for just this purpose, Danielle watched
the party on a small handful of closed circuit video screens. The evil
brunette had already ordered the bar open, and many of the men were already
taking advantage. Women were noticeably absent. That was because when Terri
had written out the invitations to her office party, Danielle had carefully
weeded out all the invites to the female employees, and ran them through her
paper shredder. The result was an office party, consisting of about 30 male
employees, and one blonde super-slut, who would know every man at the party
intimately before this night was over.
The elevator stopped, and Terri stepped out. Thank goodness for small
favors, she had had the elevator all to herself, and when she had been on
the verge of breaking down in tears, she had managed to get control of
herself. Now, in the hallway outside the elevator, there were people again,
and they were staring at her. To force back the tears, she tried to think
positive. At least Danielle had let her buy some clothes which fit her,
instead of having to force her mammoth boobs into her smaller outfits. Not
that she'd likely have the clothes on for long, she reflected with
bitterness. She could only hope that she'd be allowed to wear them home;
Danielle and her friends had forced her to make her way home clad in just
bra and panties before.
She was at the door to the ballroom. She wanted to run, but there was
nowhere to go. Danielle had her over a barrel. Sure, Danielle could tip off
Steven as to his wife's illicit activities.....but the blonde reflected that
it didn't matter as much anymore. Carrie, the young thing whom Danielle had
brought to the house-and who had come to the house quite a few times on her
own, to experiment with lesbian love with Terri-had gloated that she had
fucked Steven. Terri had not wanted to believe it, until she had been forced
to lick the evidence from the vivacious redhead's cunt.
What really frightened Terri was all the illegal things which Danielle had
put her up to. First of all, there was the matter of corporate espionage,
when Terri had first gone to "work" for Danielle, and had stolen
confidential records from her old job. Then there was the prostitution. All
of which was well documented by Danielle. Of course, besides Steven, there
was always the threat that Danielle would simply fire off mailers of video
tapes and photographs to Terri's entire family.
Terri had no choice. She opened the door and took in the scene. Thirty of
her fellow employees-all male-were seated at various tables. She also
noticed with a sinking feeling that there were several video cameras set up,
to permanently record the event for Danielle to blackmail her even further.
Not that there would be any question as to what kind of tramp Terri was,
after tonight.
Heads turned to check out the blonde beauty. Conversation stopped, and
mouths dropped open. All eyes settled on Terri-well, more specifically, on
Terri's chest. Many of the men had heard the rumors about the new girl at
the office, and had daydreamed about fondling her firm breasts. And that was
before the augmentation!
Terri pasted a fake smile on her face, to match her manmade chest....and
headed straight for the bar, thirty pairs of eyes following the sway of her
heart-shaped ass, plainly apparent through her tight skirt. She would need a
few stiff drinks to make it through this.
A voice in her head stopped her. Actually it was in her ear, through the
listening device. "No alcohol, sweetie! I want you completely sober!"
Danielle's voice. The bitch didn't want Terri to do anything which would
ease the humiliation in the least. "And aren't you going to greet your
guests and thank them for coming?"
So Terri turned around, to all the men who were staring at her. "Thank you
for coming," she said simply.
For the next fifteen minutes, Terri made her way around all the tables,
greeting each guest. Questions were posed about her boob job, which she
answered. At Danielle's insistence, she offered refills on drinks. Now quite
literally a cocktail waitress, the blonde brought the drinks out, taking
care (again at Danielle's insistence) to lean over each time and treat the
men to a delicious view of her cleavage. By the time Terri made her way
around with a second refill of drinks (after first being ordered by the
unseen Danielle to undo another button on her shirt), there were definite
bulges in many pairs of pants. Scott, one of the men who was well aware of
the poor office slut's predicament (having taken advantage of it several
times) slapped Terri on the ass whenever she walked by, to the cheers and
cat-calls of his coworkers. The already-apparent leer on Scott's face
frightened Terri badly. She still had welts from being whipped by Scott and
his wife in the supply room.
Scott would play a very important role in tonight's party. His wife, Angela,
had been excluded by gender. But he would give her a "blow-by-blow"
description (literally-he would tell as she blew) when he made it home.
Angela, in turn, would retell the story tomorrow morning, to all the female
employees. Who would of course have to do twice as much work tomorrow, since
all the men would get the day off to recover from the festivities. It would
be made clear that it was all thanks to the cheap, big-titted, airheaded
bimbo who worked for the boss.
Terri was now receiving instruction from Danielle. Proceed to the next
phase. She tried hard not to cry....but eventually had to excuse herself for
a few minutes to the ladies room.
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"W....we're going to play a game...." Terri began.
"Strip poker?" someone in back yelled hopefully. Everyone cheered and
laughed, except Terri, who blushed.
Trembling, she continued. "We're going to play truth or dare....I'm....the
only one....who will be asked.....questions....." Fighting back tears.
Thinking good thoughts....
"And don't even think of taking all 'truth' and no 'dare'," Danielle hissed
in her ear.
A man in front volunteered to go first. Terri chose "truth".
"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"
Terri whispered a "yes". The crowd responded with "oohs" and "ahhhs".
Next person. Daniel, from Accounting. A rather shy guy, so Terri risked
going with "dare".
Blushing, the young man fumbled with his request. "Undo....another one of
your buttons...." Terri, trembling a little, complied. With five buttons
undone, much of her green bra was visible. Quite a view.
The questions came from around the room. Truth. Terri telling about her
first time with a man. Truth again. Terri admitting that she swallowed cum,
and liked the taste of it (actually two questions, but everyone but Terri
was free to bend the rules any way they liked). Dare. Another button gone.
Truth. Terri admitting that she loved showing off her big tits for men.
Dare. A french kiss with the new guy in Human Resources, with him groping
her massive boobs through her shirt while everyone else egged him on. Dare.
Another button gone, and Terri's white shirt hanging completely open, her
delectable triple-D's bursting out of her lacy green bra.
Then....Scott's turn. Terri couldn't even begin to imagine what sick,
twisted things this man would make her do. So....
"Truth."
"Truth," Scott repeated. He leaned forward. "Are you wet, Terri?"
"Wh....what?"
"Are you wet, you dumb bimbo. Is your pussy dripping wet with juices. Are
you getting turned on by making a complete whore out of yourself." Mouths
dropped open, and stayed that way awaiting the hapless blonde's answer.
"No," Terri lied. Then her eyes widened in horror, as Scott got up.
"I think in all fairness, we should check this out for ourselves...."
Reaching down, Scott lifted Terri's skirt, revealing her green panties.
Which were soaked. To emphasize, Scott eased his hand into her panties,
rustling through her jet-black pubic hair, then sliding his middle finger up
into her dripping wet love hole. Withdrawing, he held up his finger,
glistening with the slut's juices, up for all to see. It looked like he was
flipping the bird to the crowd. Then he offered the finger to Terri, who,
now quietly sobbing, closed her eyes and resignedly took the finger into her
mouth, sucking it clean of her own betraying juices. The men, meanwhile,
roared in mock outrage at her lie.
"Looks like you lied, little girl...." Scott whispered. Then aloud, "Terri
will be punished for this. But first, let's have a look at what we all came
here to see." With that, Scott roughly pulled Terri's shirt off of her. The
cat-calls went up, and the men urged Scott to take her bra off of her as
well.
Instead, Scott led Terri to a small table, and bent her over it. Then he
pulled up her skirt, bunching it up under her belly and revealing the
blonde's shapely ass. The men whooped and hollered.
"Now, this slut gets punished. Everyone, please form a line. Each of you
will get to spank Terri's cute little ass." To emphasize, Scott fondled the
hostess' asscheeks. "Those of you with belts on, can feel free to take them
off and use them."
Terri pleaded softly. "Scott....please.....I'm sorry...."
Scott leaned close. "Don't forget to thank each man, and apologize for being
such a lying slut. Or we'll do this all night."
Wracked with sobs, Terri gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles
turned white. One by one, each man stepped up and whipped her. Some,
mercifully, used only their bare hands. The rest used belts. Each time,
Terri sobbed "Thank you....I'm sorry for being such a lying slut....." Her
ass was now on fire.
After the spanking line, the men formed two lines, one at Terri's head and
one at her feet. She felt her panties being ripped off of her, followed by a
large cock being slid roughly up her slit. Terri opened her mouth in a gasp,
and it was immediately stuffed with another cock. Having no choice in the
matter, Terri did what she now did best.
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In the booth, watching via closed circuit cameras, Danielle watched
breathlessly. She had stripped herself naked so that she could easily access
any part of her body which ached for attention. Like her cunt was aching
now. The young VP slipped her favorite toy up her cunt as she watched Terri
get her just desserts.
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The men in the "bottom" line had a choice between Terri's cunt or ass. A
punch bowl full of condoms had been brought out. The blonde's eyes had
widened when she saw how many condoms were there. For what seemed like
hours, Terri was reduced to a fuck-machine, using her mouth, pussy and ass
to service the endless supply of hard, pumping, spurting cocks of her
co-workers.
Finally all the men returned to their seats, and Terri lay bent over the
table, unmoving, humiliated and exhausted. Her belly felt bloated with cum
from all the cocks she had sucked. (Word of her oral expertise had spread,
and many of the men who had been fucking her cunt and/or ass had held back
and saved their jism for the saucy blonde's mouth.)
Scott went up to her. "Get up," he growled. He roughly helped Terri to her
feet. The blonde bimbo, clad in bra, skirt and heels, stood there staring
into space. "I have another truth or dare question for you. And I'm sure you
know the penalty for lying by now." Terri nodded resignedly. "How many men
can you service at the same time?"
Terri did the math. "S...six." Barely a whisper.
"Six," Scott repeated aloud. "OK....we have thirty people here. We're going
to divide you up into five teams. Each team will fuck this little whore,"
stopping to fondle the woman's ample boobs, "and whoever fucks her the best
wins. The prize will be a day off-" cheers erupted "-and our little Terri
here will do anything you want for a week." This was met with even more
cheers.
So they divided the men into five teams. The first team, which Scott was on,
took its place. The first order of business was to get the buxom secretary
naked. Her skirt was yanked off and cast into the throng. Then came the
moment all had been waiting for, as Scott reached behind Terri and undid the
clasps of her bra. Her gorgeous, firm triple-D boobs were revealed in all
their glory, and every man there silently beheld this sight in admiration.
Then it was time to start. Terri, clad only in her white pumps, was led back
to the table. "Anyone who's going to be fucking this slut's tits or asshole,
might want to consider getting some lubrication." To emphasize, he grabbed a
handful of the secretary's blonde hair, forcing her down on him. To Terri,
he urged, "You better get it lubed up real nice....after all, it's your
ass....That's it, slobber all over it, slut....." Then Scott was ready. He
lay on the table, and two other men lowered Terri's ass onto his erect
prick. Scott then pulled Terri down on top of him, so that her back was to
his chest, and ordered the blonde to start fucking. Despite the burning pain
in her ever-sore asshole, Terri began carefully moving her ass, impaling
herself on Scott's dick. Scott then grabbed a mammoth breast in each hand
and shoved them tightly together. Daniel from Accounting (not quite as shy
anymore, after having fucked the gorgeous secretary's mouth and filling it
with his cum) straddled Terri and slipped his meat first into her mouth,
then between her tits.
The other men took their places. One cock eased into Terri's cunt, and
another man turned her head to the side, bringing her face to face with his
cock, which he slipped into her mouth. To finish it off, two men took their
places next to the table, and one throbbing prick was placed into each of
her hands.
Terri had been gang-fucked in the past. One time, on a dare in college, she
had done four guys in a multitude of positions, and then staggered home at
four in the morning, their cum dripping from her hair, her face, and her
pussy. And several times Danielle had arranged for Terri to be gang-banged,
in local motels and sometimes even in Terri's home, in the bed she shared
with her husband. But those people had mostly been strangers whom she would
never have to see again. This was totally different. Terri would have to go
back to work the next day, and face these people. She would have to prepare
paperwork for them, to make coffee for them, to run errands for them. And
now that they knew how things were for Terri, she would no doubt have to
fuck them whenever and wherever they wished. This humiliated her even more
than the six hard cocks which were now fucking her from every direction. The
tears were pouring, and Terri was alternately sobbing and moaning. How had
her life come to this? she asked herself for the thousandth time.
Scott whispered in her ear. "You know you love it. Just get used to the idea
that you're a whore, and this will be a lot easier for you. Think about how
wet your cunt is right now. You love it." Through the earpiece, she could
hear the unseen Danielle moaning in pleasure, no doubt using her fingers or
some toy on herself while watching her rival's debasement. Terri just wanted
to curl up and die.
Daniel was the first. The sight of his cock disappearing between the finest
pair of tits he had ever seen, proved to be overwhelming. With a gasp, he
spurted all over Terri's neck, then took his cock into his hand and
carefully aimed the rest of his load evenly over her abundant breasts.
The guy fucking her mouth was next. Even when Terri was being completely
degraded in the middle of a gang rape, her skilled mouth still expertly
performed its task. She moaned softly as she felt the cock tense up, and she
prepared to swallow. Cum began spurting and she swallowed as fast as she
could, but it wasn't fast enough and his white gooey jism leaked out of the
corners of her mouth. Secretly Terri fired off a silent prayer that it would
drip down onto Scott's face. Finally sensing that the fellatrice's mouth was
overfull, the man pulled out and distributed the remainder of his seed all
over her face and hair.
The man crawled off, and Terri was thankful that at least her mouth could
get a rest for a few minutes. Her relief was short-lived, however, as the
two men whom she was jacking off hopped up on the table, replacing the two
cocks which had been fucking her mouth and tits. Terri was bucking and
moaning in rhythm with the men fucking her twat and her asshole. She was
extremely wet and had already had two orgasms. Scott was right. She was a
whore.
The man fucking the blonde's cunt tensed up, then began filling her with his
jism. As she felt his hot cum shooting against the walls of her pussy, she
went with him, screaming through the cock she was sucking off (which then
began twitching, then spurting, filling the vixen's mouth with more seed.)
Then it was down to the man screwing her boobs, and Scott anally raping her.
"Open your mouth," the tit-fucker ordered her. Terri obeyed, even slightly
sticking her tongue out knowing what was coming. The man took his cock in
his hand and stroked it. "Here it comes, whore...." he promised, taking aim
at the blonde pixie's already cum-drenched mouth. Releasing, he shot a
stream of jism which missed Terri's mouth entirely, instead adding to the
sticky mess already drying on her cheek. The second spurt found its mark,
gushing against the roof of her mouth in a seemingly endless stream. She
closed her mouth to swallow but he kept cumming, coating her lips and
splattering everywhere, up her nose and all over her chin, neck and in her
hair. Then he slid his prick back into her mouth and pumped the remainder of
his load down her throat.
Now only Scott was left. Leaving his cock inside her tender ass, he rolled
Terri over and directed her to her hands and knees. He had not had a wide
range of motion while pinned underneath the voluptuous blonde, but was
determined to make up for it. Pulling his cock all the way out of Terri, he
teased the rosebud of her asshole with his cockhead. Then with a swift
motion he buried himself up to the hilt in her reamed asshole. Terri cried
out in surprise and pain, as Scott began sawing in and out of the blonde's
ass. As he fucked her, Scott caressed her asscheeks, which were reddened and
covered with angry welts from the punishment the poor slut had suffered
earlier.
"Finger your cunt," Scott demanded. Terri supported herself on one hand as
she reached down and slipped a finger in her cum-filled pussy. "Now tell me
how much you love being fucked."
"Oh....Scott...I love being fucked...." Terri choked.
SMACK! Scott's hand stung the blonde's ass.
"YES! I love being fucked by you!!!!!"
SMACK!!!!
"More...."
SMACK!!!!!!
"MORE, SCOTT OHGODFUCKME!!!!!!SPANK ME!!!!!!!FUCK ME!!!!!!" Terri was now
thrusting back against him with the full force of her petite frame. Her body
was convulsing, confused by the mixed sensations. The sting of Scott's hand,
spanking Terri's reddened, but still lovely, asscheeks.....the growing
pleasure in her cunt, induced by her expert fingers.....the burning agony of
Scott's cock thrusting in and out of her worn, abused asshole.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri screamed, quite literally
having been fucked senseless. Scott could stand no more. Grabbing the slut's
hips, he pulled her toward him, burying himself in her ass and releasing his
cum into her anal canal, and collapsing on top of her. Terri, too,
collapsed....in tears.
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Scott led the slut to the ladies room, reminding her that there were four
more groups waiting to gang fuck her, and that she had better hurry up and
get herself cleaned up. Just glad to be away from Scott for a few minutes,
Terri fled to the safe haven of the restroom, confident that it couldn't get
worse....but she was wrong.
"My....don't you look delicious!" Danielle, sitting on the bathroom counter,
naked and fingering her shaved cunt, remarked to the cum covered blonde
slut.
Terri drove slowly, scanning the addresses on the houses she was passing. It
was beginning to get dark, and time was precious.
Enough was enough, the blonde had decided today. Danielle had turned her
into a call girl, made her get breast implants, forced her into lesbianism,
fucked her husband, stole and pawned her wedding band, had her gang raped by
all the men at the office, and had overall completely humiliated Terri
hundreds of times over.
It needed to end now. Terri knew she couldn't take much more of Danielle's
torment. She also had no idea how to put an end to the cycle of abuse. Since
her tormentor had carefully documented all of Terri's illicit, immoral and
illegal activities, the woman found herself at a distinct disadvantage. She
would need help.
Help, she hoped, would come in the form of Nicole Myers, a woman who had
grown up with Terri. Like both Terri and Danielle, she had been extremely
intelligent. And she was one of the few people whom Terri had grown up with
whom she hadn't alienated with her stuck-up, nose-in-the-air attitude.
(Nicole had actually graduated high school in three years, and so was gone
by Terri's senior year, when her head had inflated to roughly the size of a
watermelon.) After that, Nicole had gone off to college. To study law, if
Terri remembered correctly. And she hoped she did.
She had arrived. Parking the car, Terri walked up to the door and knocked.
Nicole was a small, rather mousy looking woman. At 5'2, the dishwater blonde
was scarcely 100 pounds. A rather beautiful pair of hazel eyes, hidden
behind her glasses, were the highlight to an otherwise unimpressive body.
Nor had any men ever been impressed-Nicole had never even been on a date,
and lived alone. She worked as a paralegal and was working toward her law
degree, a goal which should be attainable within the year.
Now, sitting in Nicole's living room, Terri felt very conspicuous, her
36-triple D breasts nearly falling out of the cocktail dress which Danielle
had made her wear today. Nicole was only a 32-A and thus had no need for a
bra. (In her crueler days, Terri would have probably teased Nicole about her
"mosquito bites".)
Nicole, carefully eyeing Terri's sleazy manner of dress, spoke first. "So,
Terri, what brings you out this way?"
Terri nervously adjusted the hemline of her dress. Then she began.
"Nicole..... do you remember a girl who went to school with us....named
Danielle?"
And so Terri told her story.
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Nicole was horrified. Being forced to give oneself to be passed around a
group of men, like a party favor, for them to put their things in any and
every opening? Very bad, but not nearly as unthinkable as being made to lick
another woman DOWN THERE.....the very thought made Nicole want to throw up.
But the analytical part of Nicole's mind kicked in. Was it possible that
Terri wasn't telling the truth? During high school, Nicole had observed the
buxom blonde doing some pretty cruel things to a lot of people. The young
paralegal had to admit to herself that the possibility existed. Hell,
working in a law office, she heard people lie through their teeth every
single day.
So, when Terri finished, the first question Nicole asked was "Can you prove
your story?" Having never had a real friend, people skills were not Nicole's
strong point.
Terri was outraged. "What....do you think I'd make up something like that???
Do you think I just dress like this for the hell of it? DO YOU WANT TO GET
IN MY CAR, AND WE CAN DRIVE TO CARRIE'S HOUSE, SO YOU CAN SEE MY HUSBAND'S
CAR PARKED OUTSIDE IT????"
Undaunted, Nicole warned, "You can not sit in my house and scream at me like
this, or you will have to leave."
Lowering her voice, but just as angry, Terri continued. "Or....here. You
know I am blonde. How do you explain this?" Lifting her dress, Terri showed
the other woman her dyed jet-black pubic hair.
Nicole looked away, embarrassed and disgusted. "Terri, I am going to have to
ask you to excuse me. I have some things to do for tomorrow. I will think
about what you have said."
Terri lost it. "You'll THINK ABOUT IT???? Great!!!! While you're 'THINKING
ABOUT IT', I'll be out there getting my asshole gang fucked, while some
other woman is off screwing my husband!!! Thanks a LOT!!!!! It's no WONDER
no man will go near you, with that attitude!!!!" Terri immediately winced
and wished she could pull the words back.
Her hostess rose. "Terri, I would like for you to leave. I can see you
haven't changed a bit." Nicole opened the front door for her guest. Just
then, Terri's pager went off. She froze.
"Nicole.....I'm sorry....I didn't mean....that remark was uncalled for.....
...I'm sorry...." Nicole was still holding the door open. "Please, Nicole,
please help me. I realize I could have been a lot nicer when I used to know
you, and I shouldn't have yelled at you now. For God's sake PLEASE. That
page I just got? It's from Danielle. I have to call her back, so she can
tell me who to go fuck tonight"-Nicole looked embarrassed at Terri's use of
the word 'fuck'- "and if I don't call back...." Terri trailed off.
Nicole paused. "You have to call her back.....and she's going to make you go
and make love to someone....for money?"
Love had nothing to do with it....but Rome wasn't built in a day, Terri
thought with relief. "Yes!" she said urgently. "That's what I've been trying
to tell you!"
Nicole shut the door, and looked at Terri would growing understanding. And
pity.
After calling Danielle and getting her instructions, Terri hung up the
phone. Nicole, listening in her den with her hand over the mouthpiece of her
phone, did likewise. Then the two began to formulate a plan.
Terri drove away from there feeling liberated, for the first time in a long
time. Nicole hadn't hugged her goodbye or tried to comfort her or told her
"everything is gonna be all right"-but she had promised to discuss this with
one of the attorneys she worked for, first thing in the morning. And Terri
was not about to fault the mousy young woman on her people skills. After
all, homecoming queen Terri could have easily invited Nicole along on a
group outing, or arranged a date between Nicole and one of the many young
men she had rejected in high school on a daily basis. But instead, she had
only cared about Terri, Terri.....Terri.
What Nicole did tell Terri, was that what Danielle was doing was blackmail,
and was illegal. The DA would likely recognize the extenuating circumstances
in the illegal acts Terri herself had committed. Terri WOULD have to answer
to Steven, but she was confident that she could eventually win his
forgiveness, and win him back.
Terri was so exhilirated that she zealously screwed the daylights out of the
three men who had paid Danielle for her services tonight. She scarcely
winced as each one of them took turns in her ass. After they had finished
and gotten dressed and ready to leave the hotel room, the blonde stopped
them, begging to be allowed to suck their cocks once more. She did so, and
after they left, she savored the aftertaste of their cum as if it were
champagne on New Years Eve. All in all, she felt great not for being a slut,
but for doing something of her own accord.
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The next morning, Terri nervously entered Danielle's office. Her soon to be
ex-tormenter was already seated at her desk.
"Good morning Terri."
"Good morning, Danielle." Danielle noted that her secretary hadn't called
her "ma'am", but kept quiet.
Settling into the chair across from Danielle, the blonde took a breath, then
began the speech she had rehearsed all night. "Danielle, I realize that you
may have been very angry at me for the things I did to you in the past. But
I don't think that gives you the right to blackmail me." Her boss' eyes
immediately grew alert at the mention of the word 'blackmail'. Watch your
step, Terri chided herself. Then continued.
"I don't think it gives you the right to force me to have sex with you. I
don't think it gives you the right to make me have sex with other men for
money." Danielle, surprisingly, seemed to be listening intently. And was she
sweating and trembling a little bit? "Now, I am truly sorry for the way I
treated you in the past. But I can't go on like this. I want my life back.
How about if we call it even?" The hook.
Danielle now spoke. "No. You are my property, Terri. If you try to get away
from me, or disobey me in any way"-the blonde was inwardly patting herself
on the back, Danielle was falling for this trap so perfectly-"all of the
video tapes get sent to your husband, and the confidential papers that you
stole will go to the police. Oh, and I'll have about ten keys of coke
planted in your car, then phone in an anonymous tip to the police." She
stopped. "Anything else you want me to say?"
"What do you mean?" Terri stopped, a little confused.
Danielle merely held out her hand in a "give it to me" gesture.
"What...." Terri asked.
"The tape recorder, Terri." Danielle said tiredly, as if she were weary of
these types of games. "Open your purse and give it to me."
Too late, Terri noticed the blue print dress lying rumpled on the floor near
the window, next to a pair of plain white cotton panties.
Terri stared at the dress. A rather plain dress. One might even say, a
rather mousy dress. The kind one would expect would be worn by a rather
plain, rather mousy 26 year old woman.
Then Danielle rolled her chair back, revealing a naked Nicole kneeling in
front of her, dutifully licking her in the same way Terri licked her every
morning. Terri saw that the other woman's back and ass were covered with
bruises and welts. Dried deposits of cum were also visible on her ass,
thighs and her unshaven cunt hair.
Danielle, her voice filled with triumph. "Nicole, lover, say hello to
Terri."
Turning, the mousy young paralegal whispered "H...h...hello.....Terri....."
She was still wearing her glasses (but absolutely nothing else) and they
were completely fogged up. It was still apparent that Nicole's eyes were red
from a night of crying. Terri felt the anger welling up inside her. Rising,
she took her purse, and the tape recorder concealed within.
Heading for the door, she hissed, "I'm going to the police, you sick BITCH."
Then she turned for the door.....
....and walked right into Scott, accompanied by five of his coworkers.
Scott's "team" which had gangbanged Terri at her tit-warming party.
"What should we do with her?" Scott asked.
"Take her in the supply room and rape her." Danielle responded
disinterestedly.
"Any chance we could get another crack at Miss Prep Queen there?" Scott
inquired hopefully, indicating Nicole.
"Maybe later. She's being taught how to use her tongue at the moment,"
Danielle explained. Then, to Nicole, "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep eating
me, you little bitch."
As Terri was led away, she begged. For herself.....for Nicole.
Danielle wasn't listening at the moment.
After Terri left, Nicole slipped into her nightgown and got ready for bed.
On some nights, she liked to lie in bed and touch herself down there. She
could make herself feel very good by using her fingers in all the right
places. This wasn't one of those nights though. Thinking over Terri's story,
she found it repulsive. The very idea....
A soft knock came at the door. Since nobody ever visited Nicole (she had no
friends), it must be Terri. Perhaps the gentlemen who she had been arranged
to make love to-to FUCK, she corrected, cringing at even the thought of the
bad word-perhaps they had not shown up, and Terri was now free. Maybe,
Nicole thought, she could find a way to be a little nicer, a little more
comforting, to Terri.
Opening the door a crack, "Hi, Ter-" WHAM! The door was shoved open all the
way, hitting the plain-featured woman in the face and knocking her down. Her
caller was not Terri....it was two men.
The men collected the dazed Nicole and took her out of the house and to a
waiting van. Several times she demanded to know where she was being taken;
they ignored her.
They drove downtown, and escorted Nicole out of the van and to the loading
dock of an office building. Then into the deserted building and up the
freight elevator. On the slow elevator ride, one of the men began groping at
her tiny breasts.
"Please don't touch me there," Nicole pleaded softly.
"Please don't touch me there! Please don't touch me there!" the man
mimicked.
"She has no clue what's about to happen to her," the other man agreed.
Nicole's eyes widened with fright. "Listen-" A slap in the face quieted her.
The elevator stopped, and Nicole was escorted into an office. When the light
was turned on, she saw that there were two other men waiting. One of them
rose.
"Take her in the supply room." The men complied. All four men now joined
Nicole in the small room.
One of the men addressed her. "So, what did Terri tell you tonight?"
"Nothing," Nicole answered.
"You're lying," the man said. And slapped her.
"What did Terri tell you?" the man repeated.
"Nothing." SLAP!!!
"Scott, she's not going to talk."
"Seems that way," the original man who had spoken-Scott-agreed. "Might as
well put her mouth to some use, then....."
To Nicole, Scott inquired, "Do you know how to suck cock?"
"No, that's disgusting!" Nicole replied, as if chiding an 8 year old who had
just done something extremely stupid.
"Disgusting or not, you're going to suck ours." As if on cue, the men all
dropped their pants. Nicole looked away.
"Get on your knees, bitch. Start with mine."
"No."
With that, Scott tore Nicole's nightgown off of her. She now stood, naked
and trembling, but still defiant. Scott forced her down to her knees and
grabbed the back of her head, grinding his hard prick against her lips, but
she refused to open her mouth and take him in.
Bending Nicole over on a table, Scott removed his belt. As the other men
held her tightly, Scott whipped Nicole's ass and back. When her entire
backside was reddened, he ordered them to turn her over. Again he asked her
to suck him. Her eyes fixed on the belt with raw terror, but she still shook
her head no. Scott then whipped her front. Her small tits....her
belly....her thighs. Then he asked again, and she still said no.
"Fine by me," Scott shrugged, grabbing the dishwater blonde and lying her on
the floor. "I'm just going to fuck your cunt then." Nicole struggled but she
was no match for Scott. He had her pinned beneath him, and the tip of his
cock was at the entrance to her opening. He pushed.
"My God, she's tight!" Scott remarked to his friends. "She's a virgin!!! WAS
a virgin" he amended.
Nicole, always soft-spoken, struggled not to cry. "Please....Scott. I'll....
I'll suck your thing....."
All the men laughed at that. "My 'thing'? Honey, since you're going to be a
slut like Terri, you might as well learn the language. This" with one swift
motion he buried himself deeply inside her, breaking her cherry "is a
'cock'." And Scott then set forth to fucking the unfortunate paralegal with
a frenzy. Nicole only whimpered softly.
After Scott, all three of the other men also put their things-their
COCKS-inside her. Then, Scott presented his again stiffening cock to her
lips. This time, she reluctantly opened her mouth and let him in.
He directed her. "That's it....use your tongue....take it in a little
deeper.... GET YOUR TEETH OFF OF IT. Deeper. Now back out. Now lick the tip.
Now back in your mouth. I SAID...." Pulling out of her mouth, Scott drew
back and slapped Nicole in the face. "...KEEP YOUR TEETH OFF OF IT, BITCH."
Then back in her mouth. "Suck it. Yeah, you're getting the hang of it."
Nicole was only able to get through this ordeal, by reminding herself that
Terri must go through this, each and every day. All the while she continued
working Scott's cock in and out of her mouth.
"That's it. You're a natural cock sucker, girl. Yeah....suck
it....ohhhhhhh.... and now....here's what happens....to little girls who
know.....how to suck cock well....you get a creamy surprise in your
mouth...."
Nicole's eyes widened, and she tried to pull her mouth away. But Scott just
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back in, his hips pumping him in
and out of her mouth. Then he cried out, and the conservative young girl,
who had never even kissed a boy, felt her mouth being filled with Scott's
creamy, salty semen. Gagging, she wanted to spit it out, but he kept his
cock in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow, if she wanted to
breathe.
Finally Scott was done and pulled out of her mouth. Nicole immediately began
spitting, trying desperately to get the taste out of her mouth. Until Scott
stopped her. "Don't bother....you still have three more loads of cum to
swallow," he told her, indicating the three other men, their hard cocks
waiting patiently for her newly acquired oral skills.
For the rest of the night, the men broke Nicole in, fucking her in every
position imaginable. They had been ordered by Danielle to stay out of her
virgin ass, because Danielle had "something special" in store for it. Nicole
was also taught how to beg to be fucked, and after a few whippings with
Scott's belt, was actually able to say phrases like "Please sir, fuck my wet
cunt" and "Please let me suck your cock like the whore that I am" without
pause.
This torment, of course, paled in comparison to the ordeal Nicole would be
experiencing in the morning, when she would be introduced to Danielle and
Danielle's shaven, attention-starved pussy. And later in the day, by the
time a thoroughly abused, thoroughly cum-drenched Terri would be thrown into
the supply room, Nicole would be numb with the shock and the humiliation.
Terri waited in the hotel room, sitting in a chair. She had been ordered to
put on a tight black miniskirt with matching panties and hose, and had then
been brought here by Scott and three of his friends.
The hotel room was moderate sized, with just a single king sized bed. So
far, the men had not sought to break in the bed at the blonde slut's
expense. Nor was Terri in any sort of hurry to get any of her holes fucked
again, after her latest rape she could barely walk. Occasionally one of the
men fondled or groped her, but other than that they did nothing but wait.
Terri wondered what was happening to Nicole. Guilt gnawed at her; Nicole's
entire predicament was all her fault, she thought. How could she have been
so careless, and let Danielle's thugs follow her to Nicole's home?
The door opened, and in came Nicole, escorted by Danielle, Carrie, and
Scott's wife, Angela. Angela was carrying an object which Terri was well
acquainted with, from her visit to Scott and Angela's home....a whip known
as the "cat of nine tails."
Nicole was dressed in a red plaid knee-length skirt and a white blouse. In
this outfit, she looked like a young girl from some preppy school. Of
course, her glasses and white hosiery completed the illusion. Nicole was
shoved toward the chair next to Terri's.
As Nicole took a seat, Terri softly brushed her arm. "You OK sweetie?" she
whispered.
The other woman nodded---although she looked anything but. Although she had
obviously showered and combed her hair, several bruises and welts were still
plainly visible on her face and arms.
Danielle silenced her rival. "Oh, how touching," she haughtily teased. "So
much concern for your partner in crime. Don't worry....in a little while,
you'll be worried only about your own pathetic ass." She stopped to open the
hotel room door for three more of her associates.....who were carrying video
recording equipment, Terri noted with a sinking feeling (but with no real
surprise-the blonde bimbo was accustomed to having her humiliation carefully
documented).
A few more men....some from work, but others whom Terri didn't
recognize....showed up. As the video equipment was set up around the bed,
Danielle addressed everyone present. "OK....time to place your bets. Is it
going to be Miss Flat-chest, or Miss Triple D?"
Both Terri and Nicole looked confused. "Don't worry, girls," their brunette
tormentor continued. "The rules of the contest will be explained to you in a
few minutes."
The mousy Nicole spoke with quiet certainty. "I will not participate in any
kind of contest for your pleasure." Several of the spectators snickered at
this.
"No?" Danielle countered. "Angela honey, would you come up here, please?
Please explain to Miss Preppy Bitch here what it is you have in your hand."
"Gladly," Angela sneered. "The cat o' nine tails. So named because it's
actually nine tiny whips. If used right, it can be extremely painful, yet
leave very few marks."
"Thanks," Danielle said. "Now, would you please demonstrate on Miss Preppy's
pathetic little tits?"
"Sure....if you insist on glorifying them by calling them tits...."
Nicole, struck with fear, spoke. "No...please I'm sorry!" As she continued
to beg, Scott grabbed the girl's arms and pinned them behind her back,
presenting her breasts to Angela, who took aim.
CRACK!!!! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
CRACK!!!!! "PLEASE!!!!!! I'M....."
CRACK!!!! "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Danielle raised her hand. "There. That should be enough to keep the bitch
from talking back like that." The cameras were now set up and ready to
record whatever unthinkable humiliation the evil woman had concocted for the
evening. "Now, here are the rules for the contest." Her eyes met Nicole's,
as if to say, I dare you to say something, bitch.
But Nicole stayed quiet. Danielle went on.
"Let me first tell you what happens to the loser. I have made arrangements
with a man in the Middle East, who is a collector of women from all over the
world. A slaver. The loser will be sold to him, and you will spend the rest
of your life serving in some remote part of the world, with no hope of
release or escape." To stir the pot, she added, "I've heard that he brands
his women. I'm also told that he and his friends love anal sex....as do the
various animals he raises on his farm."
Terri's face was a mask of horror. Nicole, tears streaming down her face,
was silent nonetheless.
"Now...the rules. The playing field is this beautiful king sized bed. Anyone
who leaves the playing field, is subject to a whipping, courtesy of Angela's
little toy." Angela held up the cat of nine tails as Danielle continued.
"The first penalty will result in one lash with the whip. The second
penalty...two....the third...three....well, I'm sure you get the idea.
Except for you, Terri....since you're too much of a stupid bimbo....but
you'll figure it out. Now, here's a little twist....if you get a penalty,
your opponent gets to decide where you'll get whipped."
"The objective of the game is simple." Danielle produced a rather large, 8
inch cream colored dildo, lying it in the very center of the bed. "The first
person who gets this toy all the way into her opponent's ass is the winner."
Both women were horrified. "Please don't make us do this," Terri pleaded.
"Please, I can't....anything else but this...." Nicole implored.
"Fine. Then you'll just both get whipped until you take your positions on
the bed. And then, you'll both get whipped until one of you starts the
game."
Resignedly, the girls allowed themselves to be led to opposite corners of
the king sized bed, where they knelt facing each other. Their eyes met, and
an understanding passed between them. This was survival. No holds barred.
"Terri is bigger and probably stronger.....but Nicole has a much tighter ass
since Terri likes to have hers stuffed with cock all the time. Those of you
who were at her tit-warming party will certainly relate," Danielle
commented. "All in all, a pretty even contest! Now, let's get started...." A
nod to Carrie, who was now wielding the whip. She landed a blow with it on
Nicole's behind, and Nicole slowly moved toward the middle of the bed on her
knees. As Carrie crossed over to where Terri was kneeling, Terri said
"OK....OK!!!!" and reluctantly crept toward Nicole.
The two women circled the dildo, each waiting to pounce on the other if she
picked it up.
Nicole made her move first. But instead of reaching out for the toy, she
swatted it past Terri and toward the head of the bed. The blonde went after
it, turning her back to the smaller woman. Who then came at her and shoved
her with all the strength she could muster, sending her careening off of the
bed. Terri yelped in surprise, grabbing onto a handful of the little bitch's
shirt and pulling, trying to take Nicole with her. But the petite woman was
ready for it, and hooked her feet firmly on the opposite edge of the bed.
Terri succeeded only in tearing a few buttons of Nicole's shirt, which was
left partially open, leaving one small, milky white breast visible.
"Well! Looks like we have our first penalty! Good move!" Danielle
complimented.
"Where shall we do the honors with the whip?"
"H....her.....b...b..b...behind.....?" Nicole indicated what she meant by
pointing to Terri's backside. Carrie, accordingly, lifted the hem of the
blonde's dress, exposing her delectable heart-shaped ass. Raising the whip
with a little smile, she brought it whistling down on its target. Terri
gasped but did not scream or cry. It hurt, but it was over now. And she
still had the dildo in hand! So she was in pretty good shape.
Danielle called "time out" and took the whip from Carrie.
"Our new slut seems to have a problem with her vocabulary. 'Her BEHIND'?"
Danielle mimicked. "We have no idea what that is. Now, if you were to say,
'the slut's ASS'....then we would know what you meant!"
Continuing: "There will be a new rule, applicable only to Miss Flat-chest.
Whenever you fail to use language which is befitting of a little whore like
you, you'll be whipped. Now, I'm going to give you a lesson."
Danielle forced the woman to stand. "This," she explained, raising the whip
and bringing it crashing down on Nicole's backside, "is your ass." The
brunette raised the whip again. "This is your CUNT." Bringing the whip down
with a CRACK!!! to emphasize the last word. "Other answers I will accept are
PUSSY (CRACK!!!!) or FUCK-HOLE (CRACK!!!) And these are TITS!!! (CRACK!!!!)"
"Now you try it." Danielle proceeded to whip Nicole on her breasts, pussy
and ass, imploring her to recite the new descriptions she had learned for
each. Tearfully and ashamed beyond belief, the prim young girl dutifully
practiced her new vocabulary. Finally her tormentor was satisfied, and
Nicole was allowed to return to her corner on the bed.
During all this, Terri had tucked the dildo down her dress, safely between
her tits, realizing that she'd need both hands to get Nicole pinned and then
to force the toy into her virgin ass.
Nicole saw the toy nestled in Terri's ample cleavage. She grabbed for it,
getting a handful of the blonde's dress instead. She pulled, resulting in a
loud RIP!!!! as the front of the dress tore. Cheers rose as Terri's tits
popped free....as did the dildo. Both women wrestled for it, but it fell off
the bed. Before either girl could reach down and get it, one of the men
enjoying the spectacle kicked it away from the bed. One of the girls would
now have to get off the bed to get it.
For now, Terri surveyed her ruined dress.
"You BITCH!!!!" she spat as she came after the tiny woman. Grabbing Nicole's
hair, the blonde pulled her head down, and sat on the back of her head. Then
she took the back of Nicole's shirt in both hands, and pulled until all the
buttons gave way, then pulled the shirt off her arms. Nicole was topless
now. Pressing on, Terri began working on getting her out of her skirt as
well.
But Nicole was squirming her way free and finally repelled Terri. Pulling
her skirt back up, the young sheltered woman suddenly realized that she was
topless and that her bare breasts were exposed to everyone in the room.
Embarrassed by this, she put one arm over her chest and looked around for
what was left of her shirt.
And that was when Terri rammed her full-force, sending her flying off the
bed and onto the floor with a resounding THUMP! It would now be Nicole's
turn to take a whipping.
Carrie, wielding the cat of nine tails, was awaiting instruction. "On her
tits" Terri requested.
Nicole had thought that the cat of nine tails was painful through her
clothes. On her naked breasts, it was excruciating. She bit her lip to keep
from crying out, unwilling to give these people any satisfaction. Many pairs
of pants had been unzipped by now, and hard cocks were sticking out and
being stroked. And more than one wet pussy was being rubbed.
For the second lash, Terri requested Nicole's back. As the dishwater blonde
took her whipping, Terri reminded her to not forget the dildo.
Recovering the dildo, Nicole got back on the bed. Immediately Terri tried to
use her strength to push Nicole back onto the floor, for another penalty
whipping. But the smaller woman was actually quite strong for her size, and
the only thing Terri accomplished was to allow Nicole to tear the rest of
the black dress off of her. The men hooted and whistled as the blonde
bombshell's impressive body was uncovered.
Terri was now clad only in a pair of black panties and matching hose. As the
women warily crouched in their corners of the bed, the blonde's giant tits
jiggled and swayed, much to the delight of the onlookers.
"Intermission!" Danielle cried. "I'm sure the spectators would like to take
a little break. In the meantime, our two sluts will 69 for your viewing
pleasure."
The whip-happy Carrie moved in to enforce this. Terri quickly straddled
Nicole's face, lowering her own face to the woman's cunt and arching her
back slightly to make up for the difference in their height. Pulling
Nicole's skirt up and moving her panties to the side, the hapless secretary
dove right in, tongue first. Her opponent gasped.
Nicole had had her cunt raped by about a dozen different men in the past
day. And she had pleasued Danielle with her own tongue. But this was the
first time she had had a tongue used on her DOWN THERE....and she thought to
herself that it wasn't bad at all. Except....
Terri was biting Nicole's clit. Hard. "Lick me," she hissed urgently.
Nicole just found it too disgusting. "I.....can't....."
"Listen bitch....I'm not about to get whipped because of you. LICK ME."
Terri demanded.
Reluctantly, Nicole began licking Terri.....through the lace fabric of her
panties.
"Oh, for God's sake." Terri grabbed her black lace panty and pulled it to
the side, and began fucking her prudish friend's face. Finally, hesitantly,
Nicole began eating Terri's pussy.
Nicole's gasping and moaning grew louder and louder. Terri had spent long
hours between Danielle's (and, more recently, Carrie's) legs, and had
mastered the fine art of cunnilingus in the process. Nicole wasn't as
skilled, but it would do.
After several minutes, Danielle separated the two girls. This was met by
groans, which the brunette silenced. "These two whores need their supply of
protein so they can continue the contest for you. Anyone who's interested in
helping can form two lines, and I'm sure these two will be glad to service
you with their slutty mouths."
Eight men lined up....four in front of each kneeling woman. Terri, a real
pro, slobbered and devoured the cocks ravenously until each of them, in
turn, exploded in her mouth. With Nicole, the amateur cocksucker, each man
basically grabbed her head and simply fucked her mouth, filling her mouth
with cum, much to her distaste. As one man pulled out of the mousy little
thing's mouth, jacking off all over her face, Terri noted the woman's look
of utter revulsion and her eagerness to wipe the seed away. And it gave her
an idea. Turning back to the next man in her line, she resumed her
cocksucking service.
When the contest resumed, Nicole made as if she was going to cautiously
circle around the dildo again. Terri crawled right toward her opponent, then
opened her mouth and spit the entire mouthful of cum she had been holding
there, into Nicole's face and all over her glasses. Nicole's hands flew to
her face, knocking her glasses off and trying desperately to get the filthy
slime off of her. In the confusion, Terri managed to deprive the other woman
of her skirt, as well as dumping her on the floor.
Nicole took two lashes of the whip on her tits, and one on her thigh.
Retrieving her cum-splattered glasses, she did her best to clean them before
being led back onto the bed.
Terri came right at her, tits bouncing and swaying. Driving the poor girl to
the edge of the bed, then pushing her off, making a grab for Nicole's plain,
white cotton panties and getting a handful. Unfortunately the buxom blonde
lost her balance and came crashing down onto the floor right beside
Nicole.....but she got the woman's panties off in the process.
Each girl had four lashes coming. Nicole got two on her bare ass, and two on
her bare pussy. ("P...please! Not....down there....." she had begged,
earning herself four more on her cunt.)
Terri got one on each breast and one on each sole of her bare feet.
She howled in agony as this was meted out by a drooling Angela.
As the girls got back onto the bed, Terri reflected that she was in pretty
good shape. Nicole was now completely naked, save her hosiery. Aside from
the fact that the girl's nakedness was completely humiliating her, Nicole's
asshole would now be easily accessible. But Terri knew that she wouldn't be
able to get the fake cock into the smaller woman's virgin asshole without
lubrication. She reached for the toy, and Nicole made no move to stop her.
Popping the dildo in her mouth, she began slobbering all over it.
With lightning speed, Nicole moved. Getting behind Terri, she grabbed hold
of the base of the dildo with both hands and pulled, forcing it deeper into
the blonde secretary's mouth. Terri struggled, but the plastic cock
inexorably moved further and further into her mouth. She was now gagging on
it and gasping for air. Realizing that her only hope was to pull them both
onto the floor, thus stopping the contest for a mutual whipping, she leaned
forward.
But Nicole was prepared. She leaned back, pulling Terri down on top of her
while continuing to grip the dildo with all her strength. The blonde's face,
normally a healthy tan, was now turning blue. Desperately Terri clawed at
the preppy girl's hands, trying to dislodge them from the dildo. But it was
no use.
Steven....she thought, and blacked out.
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When consciousness floated back, Terri was aware of all the men and women
surrounding the bed and cheering. She was also aware of a pressure in her
ass. Nicole, sitting on top of Terri, was sliding the dildo into the
blonde's ass. Five inches had disappeared into her anal canal. Now six.
Terri clenched her sphincter muscles, slowing the progress of the anal
invader. Nicole redoubled her efforts.
Carrie leaned over and spoke in Danielle's ear. "Looks like you're gonna
lose and get sold as a harem slave....I plan to marry Steven. Maybe Nicole
will be one of the bridesmaids...."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Terri clenched down on the dildo in her
ass, forcing it back out. Nicole was losing her grip, and Terri was
regaining her strength. Finally the dildo came out of the blonde slut's ass
with an obscene popping noise. It was music to Terri's ears.
Now shoving Nicole off of her, Terri went on the offensive. After a
struggle, she pinned the petite woman and retrieved the now slimy dildo.
Lining it up with the tiny pucker of Nicole's virgin asshole, she pushed.
But the other girl squirmed, and the toy ended up in her cunt instead. Terri
began to pull it out, but then had another idea. She slid the toy back up
Nicole's snatch, fucking the prude for all she was worth. Terri got lucky
and hit Nicole in just the right spot, making her cum instantly. Continuing
the dildo fuck, the cheap blonde lowered her tongue onto Nicole's clit and
began teasing. Nicole gave up any semblance of struggle or resistance and
her hands grabbed Terri's blonde head, guiding the woman exactly where she
needed to be licked. Nicole's screams of ecstacy cut the room, as she came
over and over, juices flowing from her cunt.
Her tongue not missing a beat on Nicole's clit, Terri pulled the dildo out
and plunged it into the girl's tight, innocent asshole. Her screams
deteriorated into incoherent shrieks, but her hands never left the back of
Terri's head. And Terri didn't stop licking the juices from the girl's
snatch....even after the dildo was buried to the hilt in Nicole's ass, and
the mousy young paralegal and future harem slave was "down for the count".
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Danielle discarded the hypodermic needle after injecting Nicole. "By the
time she wakes up, she'll be in the cargo hold of a freighter in
international waters."
As Terri watched with part horror, part morbid fascination, Danielle's
cohorts stuffed the unconscious Nicole into a cube-shaped crate which was
barely two feet on a side.
"Just think, Terri....she was a virgin. And the only intimacy she'll ever
know in her entire life, is that which comes from being brutally gang-raped.
And," she finished with a sad smile, "it's all because of you!" Terri's eyes
filled with guilt and tears. "Do think about that, next time you decide to
enlist someone's help in stopping me. Remember this, Terri....I own you. And
I will own you for the rest of your life...or until I tire of you and send
you off to the Middle East to join your friend there." With that, Danielle
walked away.
Terri was so numb with shame and guilt that she didn't even notice when the
men finished packing the crate, and pulled her onto the bed for a
celebratory gang-fuck.
Terri was required by Danielle to work out three times a week. At the gym,
the attractive blonde was a magnet for men (and a few of the women as well).
This was no surprise, considering the risque apparel Danielle had given her
for her workouts. This consisted of a white tank top which was cut off a few
inches above Terri's navel (when the blonde worked up a sweat, her brown
nipples were also plainly visible through the white fabric), and a pair of
black shorts which were....well....short.
Whenever the busty blonde attended high energy aerobics, numerous men always
gathered to view the impressive spectacle of her triple-D breasts bouncing
and jiggling up and down in a frenzy. Terri did her best to ignore her
audience, but she could always feel their eyes burning into her chest. And
the worst part was, she knew it was inevitable that she would be approached
and propositioned after the workout session ended. And according to the
rules Danielle had made up for her, she was not allowed to say "no" to any
man or woman when it came to sex. Last time she had done so, and word had
gotten back to Danielle, the hapless blonde had been made to walk around for
a whole day with a dildo in her ass. Danielle was now also keeping constant
tabs on exactly where Terri was, and accounting for her every move, in light
of the situation with Nicole. The blonde was required to "check in" with her
boss on a constant basis.
Because of the constant time constraints, when propositioned at the gym,
Terri would often come right out and offer to walk the suitor out to his car
and treat him to a blowjob. Then she would swallow, lick the man clean and
head right back into the gym for more humiliation.
Terri was doing her workout when Scott showed up at the gym. Walking up to
the treadmill Terri was using, he pressed the "stop" button, then stepped up
next to the stacked blonde. "Slut," he whispered in her ear, "go to the
steam room and wait for me there. And....I do love your attire, but...it's
probably not needed in the steam room." Before she could object, Scott
briefly sucked on her earlobe and then was gone.
Five minutes later, Terri, clad only in a white towel (the biggest she could
find, not that she expected it to make a difference), sat and waited in the
dimly lit, steamy coed steam room. Thankfully, the gym was nearly deserted
today and the blonde bombshell was alone.
Not for long, however, as she was soon joined by Scott, also nude except for
a standard issue gym towel. His, however, had a slight bulge in the front,
which quickly grew as he sat down next to the well-endowed blonde.
"Stand up, Terri," she was ordered. Holding her towel, she complied,
standing before Scott. "Now take off the towel."
"Scott-" she implored.
"Do I need to call Danielle?" he asked softly. That got Terri moving, slowly
opening the towel to expose her enormous silicone-enhanced tits and her
neatly trimmed snatch. Scott's eyes drank in the delicious sight for a
while.
"OK now spread the towel out on the floor." Terri did this. "Now lie on
it....on your back. Spread your legs and show me your beautiful cunt."
"Scott-please! Someone might-" Terri nervously looked toward the door.
"Terri, don't make me have to tell you twice. I'm in a good mood today but
don't push it," Scott whispered pleasantly. So Terri reluctantly lie down
and spread her legs. "Now take your hand and play with that beautiful cunt
for me, dear." The blonde obediently began rubbing her clit.
"You really do have a lovely cunt, Terri. I sincerely wish that Danielle
would allow you to shave it." An inspiration. "In fact Terri, I want you to
shave your cunt for me tonight. Completely bald. But don't tell Danielle I
told you to."
"But....she'll...."
"Punish you? No doubt you're right. But I do so enjoy watching her punish
you. That dear lady is very creative, I'll give her that." Scott had pulled
his cock out from under the towel, and was slowly stroking it. Terri now was
steadily massaging her clit between two fingers. "To be honest, I hope when
she finds out, she'll ask Angela and I for help in coming up with a
punishment for you. Finger fuck yourself now," Scott added.
Terri's middle finger sank into her wet cunt. Slowly, she worked it in and
out, gradually picking up speed. Her breathing increasing slightly along
with her tempo. Scott's hand also quickened its pace a bit on his prick.
After watching her jack herself off for a while, Scott asked, "What do you
want to happen now, Terri?"
"I don't know....what-"
"I'm asking you. It's up to you. If you want, I can decide for you." This
struck Terri as odd. Typically, Scott enjoyed dominating her and humiliating
and inflicting pain on her...usually by way of Terri's ass which Scott had a
real fetish for. So maybe there WAS a chance to keep Scott's monster cock
out of her ass-this time.
"I....I want you in my....mouth....." Terri explained as she fingered
herself.
This was fine with Scott, and he said so. On her hands and knees, the naked
blonde went over to the bench Scott was sitting on. Pulling his towel away,
and now both of them were completely naked. She marveled at his prick which
was actually very sexy, and just the size she liked them to be. Too bad we
couldn't have met under different circumstances, Scott....circumstances such
as you not being a complete, utter creep....suppressing the thought, Terri
took Scott's cock in hand and took over stroking it, and gliding her tongue
over the tip.
Insistently, Scott grabbed the back of the blonde fellatrice's head, making
it clear what he wanted. Parting her lips, Terri took him in. Scott was
larger than average, but she had no problem getting him all the way in her
mouth, up to his hairy balls. Her entire mouth, all the way into her throat,
was stuffed with his manhood. Terri was able to keep from gagging only
through the skill she had learned from sucking hundreds of different cocks
over the past few months, of all shapes and sizes.
Gently, she took Scott's hand away from her head (he actually allowed this),
then lifted her head so that only about half of his cock filled her mouth.
Then back down taking him all the way in again. Then all the way out, till
just the purple tip of his dick was in her slutty mouth. Steadily bobbing up
and down on his delicious meat, picking up speed. Terri was deep throating
so well that her lips were actually leaving traces of her ruby red gym-slut
lipstick on his balls.
Scott sat back and enjoyed the ride, watching the slut at work. Terri was an
amazing cocksucker. His wife Angela couldn't even come close when it came to
cocksucking. But, then again, Angela wasn't sucking off dozens of men a week
like Terri was, either.
Scott grabbed a handful of Terri's golden blonde hair, and pulled her head
away. Scott's cock, covered with the slut's drool, popped out of her mouth.
Without being told, Terri faced away from Scott, and lowered her juicy box
onto his erect prick. Gasping as he penetrated her, finishing the job her
fingers had started.
"Play with my tits," she whispered.
"Slut, don't forget who you're talking to. Beg me for it."
"Oh Scott....please play with this slut's tits.....she needs it bad...." All
the while bouncing on his lap. Scott reached around and began playing with
Terri's enormous mammaries.
Terri knew that Scott was going to do what he wished with her, so she knew
that she might as well enjoy the ride. In this instance it wasn't very hard.
Scott actually fucked her very well, when he wasn't busy mauling her tits,
forcing his cock up her tight asshole or otherwise inflicting excruciating
pain on her.
Terri adjusted herself slightly, altering the angle at which Scott's prick
was entering her cunt. Right-THERE-just the right spot! Terri threw her head
back and increased her tempo. Wanting to get more momentum, she went too far
on her up stroke, and Scott's cock popped out of her snatch. Terri gasped,
then guided him back in and resumed. She easily found the right spot again,
and urgently humped her lover. Making up for lost time. Both of them were
moaning rather loudly. Neither cared if anyone might come in, or hear them
from the hallway which connected the two locker rooms.
"OH TERRI....I'M GONNA CUM....YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD....SLUT....." Scott
cried out.
"I love....being your slut....as long....as it feels....SO GOOD....." Terri
gasped in return. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YES!!!! I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" Her cunt
erupted, spewing juice all over his cock. In turn, this made Scott take his
hands off her tits, grab her waist, and urgently guide her up and down in
frenzied, primal fucking. His cock then exploded, sending his jism deep
inside Terri. This made her cum yet again. "AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH
YYYYYES!" For the moment, Terri was no longer a pleasure toy, for the use
and abuse of her boss and her associates. No doubt, when Scott saw her at
the office later, he would treat her like the worthless piece of meat that
Danielle had decreed she was. But at this moment, she was simply a bitch in
heat, seeking to have her dripping wet cunt thoroughly screwed, and she was
getting it.
When Scott had finished cumming, he lifted the blonde off of him. "Do you
know what I want now, slut?"
With animal lust in her eyes, Terri responded. "You want this slut to clean
her juices off your cock...." Without waiting for a confirmation, the blonde
did just that, licking Scott thoroughly from cockhead to balls, then taking
him back into her warm wet mouth.
The door to the steam room opened. Without taking Scott out of her mouth,
Terri's eyes darted to the door. It was Scott's wife, Angela.
"There you-" Spying the blonde bimbo, Angela demanded, "What the hell is
going on here?"
"She begged me to come in here with her," Scott replied, his voice full of
innocence. "Then, she tore my towel off and started fucking me like a
bunny."
Angela's eyes narrowed at the other woman.
"You...little....fucking....BITCH!!!"
Terri suddenly realized that her mouth was still stuffed full of Scott's
cock.
Which was stirring again. She lifted her head.
Though this was obviously staged by Scott and Angela, Terri tried to appeal
to
the other woman. "Angela-"
"Shut up, bitch. Get your towel on and come with me." Gathering her towel,
the slut hurried to catch Angela who was already leaving the room. Angela
led her to the next room over, which contained the health club's hot tub,
which at the moment was deserted.
"Take off your towel and get in," Scott's wife demanded. Terri tentatively
put a foot in the hot water. The other woman shoved her the rest of the way
in. "Now wait here" she was told.
As Angela left the hot tub room, Terri sank as low as she could in the hot
water, to conceal her stark nakedness. As usual, it wouldn't matter in the
end.
Soon Angela appeared in the doorway, accompanied by two young men wearing
only swimming trunks. The three conversed, eyeing Terri. Then the two men
got into the hot tub, sandwiching the lovely blonde. Grinning, the men got
out of their trunks and tossed them out of the hot tub. One of the men began
exploring Terri's pussy and tits with his hands. The other grabbed the
blonde's hand and placed it around his rapidly growing cock. Angela was
watching, so Terri had no choice but to give the men whatever they wanted.
So she jacked the young man's cock, while his friend roughly probed at her
cunt.
She got the first man off rather quickly with her hand. He gasped and
emptied his load into the scalding hot water, then retrieved his shorts and
left the hot tub. His friend, who had probably been inhibited about
performing in front of another man, immediately became more vocal and
dominating. "I want my dick sucked" he ordered the blonde.
Terri started to guide the young man. "OK sweetie....why don't you sit on
the
edge-"
But he stopped her. "I'm staying right here. You're the slut here.....you
bring
your mouth to me." Terri started with surprise. His cock was under two feet
of
hot water! How would she ever-
Her thoughts were interrupted when the young man grabbed her head and forced
her underwater, down to his crotch. Panicking, she fought him. But he was
very strong and easily held her head under the water. Finally, she realized
that resistance was going to get her nowhere....except possibly drowned.
Finding his hard cock, she took it into her mouth and bobbed up and down for
a few strokes. Then he finally released her head and she came to the
surface, desperately gasping for air. Then it was back down again for more
underwater fellatio. He made her stay down there for longer this time. Then
back up for a little air.... then back down again for more cock. Terri found
that it was easier if she held her nose while she sucked the young man off.
"Almost ready to cum, slut," the young man informed her on one of her trips
to the surface. She took all the air her lungs could hold, and went down on
him ravenously. After a minute or so she was rewarded with a mouthful of
jism.
She came to the surface, gratefully sucking in air. When she opened her eyes
and wiped the water out of them, she saw that the young man was putting on
his trunks, and that a rather large, very well built black man, of about her
age, was waiting to take his place. Before he got in the hot tub, he removed
his shorts. Terri gasped at the size of his equipment. He had to be at least
12 inches, maybe more!
Thankfully for the sex-toy blonde, the man wasn't looking for an underwater
blowjob. Terri didn't know if even a seasoned blowjob expert such as herself
could take such a large cock in her mouth.
She took it in her cunt instead, sitting on the black man's lap and facing
him. It hurt at first, as this was the biggest cock she had ever had. But
the slut took it in stride and was soon easily (though not painlessly)
fucking the man. As the blonde goddess rode the enormous black cock, her
36-triple-D tits bounced but never quite cleared the water, instead
appearing to float like twin buoys. The man she was fucking watched this
spectacle with fascination. Hey, who wouldn't?
The two of them fucked like this for nearly 45 minutes, and the man still
showed no signs of letting up. Angela was watching from the doorway the
whole time. Each intrusion of the giant cock brought new pain, but any time
Terri slowed down, her partner would grab one of her nipples and cruelly
twist it. Things could have been worse though....the blonde slave had
somehow managed to cum twice during the vaginal invasion of this unthinkably
huge cock.
The black man directed Terri to get up, explaining that he would now like to
sample her tight asshole.
Terri's face paled and her eyes grew wide. "NO....you're too big....you
wouldn't fit....please...." she pleaded.
The man looked over to Angela accusingly. "You told me this girl would give
me some ass! What's up with that?"
Angela began coming over. "Is there a problem here, Terri? Shall I call
Danielle and see if she might be able to help?" A vision arose unbidden in
Terri's mind, of Danielle greasing up her entire arm with KY jelly, and
fist-fucking her slave's ass. Danielle had threatened this only once, and
Terri never forgot it.
Aloud, she begged, "No...just...Angela PLEASE, for God's sake, he'll rip me
apart!
PLEASE."
But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The large black man had the petite blonde
kneel on one of the steps which led out of the hot tub.
Unable to reason with Angela, Terri tried instead to plead with her partner.
"Please.....I can take you in my mouth and give you a real nice blowjob.
Don't you want to see my lips wrapped around that nice big cock?
Please....PLEASE...." The black man ignored her pleas as well. He stood on a
lower step, and spit on his cock to lubricate it. As he placed his cockhead
at the opening of Terri's unwilling asshole, she continued to beg and plead
for mercy, even as she grabbed the handrails leading out of the hot tub and
gripped them for dear life, her knuckles turning white.
As the humungous black cock slowly sank into the hapless slut's ass, Angela
remarked lightly, "Sure would suck to be you right now...." Then she left
the room, thoughtfully shutting the door out of courtesy to the other
members of the health club. She smiled to herself as the sound of Terri's
screaming and begging faded with distance.
Terri pulled her car to the shoulder of the road again. For the eighthtime,
she had been blinded by tears and was crying so hard she could notcontinue
driving.
Wiping her eyes, she reached over to the passenger seat of her
car.Retrieving the small stack of papers, she read the first few lines
andconfirmed that they were, indeed, real. As they had been the first
dozentimes she had read them, in disbelief.
The pretty blonde had been minding her own business, preparing for
anotherhumiliating day at the hands of Danielle. Her boss was being
especiallycruel these past few days. Terri figured it was jealousy because
Daniellehad found out about her and Carrie. Not that Terri had any say in
whatCarrie or anyone else did to her...but Danielle took it out on her
justthe same, having lusted after the redhead for several years without
anyluck.
She'd been minding her own business that morning, when a knock cameat the
door. That was when she had been served.
Now, her heart felt like it had been ripped from her silicone-enhancedchest.
Divorce! Steven wanted a divorce! And it was all Danielle's fault.Danielle
had seen to it. She hadn't followed through on her threats tosend Steven the
videotapes of some of Terri's extramarital performances,but Steven would
have to have been blind not to know that something wasgoing on. Terri's
sizzling, slutty wardrobe, which would have put a callgirlto shame. The late
night calls from men asking for Terri. Terri going outevery night, slipping
quietly into bed in the early morning hours, alwaystoo tired to do anything
for her husband. All thanks to Danielle. Danielle,turning Terri into a
callgirl. Danielle, keeping Terri after work for hourson end, making her
perform over and over again until she used her tonguejust right. Danielle,
escorting Terri to a picnic ground, and making herburn all her old clothing
in a fire barrel...only cheap, slutty clothesfor our Terri! Danielle, making
arrangements for her friend Carrie to betemporarily assigned to work in
Steven's office. Carrie....
Carrie
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The redhead had watched the house from her car, parked across the
street.She'd seen the car with the well-dressed, lawyerly looking man drive
up,seen him go to the front door and knock. She'd seen him deliver a
largemanila envelope to the woman who answered the door, then turn around
andwalk briskly back to his car, ignoring the questions being directed athim
with rapidly increasing volume by the blonde woman who had answeredthe door.
The blonde had chased the man to his car, screaming at him andpleading for
an explanation. She'd watched the man drive away, noticingthat he pulled his
car to the curb about a block away, and out of sightof the sobbing blonde,
to complete some paperwork. Carrie had watched theblonde stagger back into
her house in shock. The redhead had seriouslyconsidered going into the house
and raping the blonde, to punctuate hergrief and humiliation even more, but
in the end had decided to leave thingsas they were. About thirty minutes
after that, the door to the house hadopened, and the slut who was married to
Carrie's man had come out, gottenin her car, and drove off in tears.
Carrie then got out of her car and went to the front door of the house.She
searched momentarily until she found the key she knew was hidden
there.Letting herself in to the now empty house, she headed straight for
themaster bedroom and opened the closet which contained her man's wife's
wardrobe.(Would that make her my "wife-in-law"? the vivacious redhead
giggled toherself.) In the far back of the closet, she found the item she
was lookingfor, wrapped in plastic from the cleaners and having not been
worn forseveral years. Ripping the plastic away, Carrie stripped naked and
thenbegan dressing in the clothing she had picked out.
Then the redheaded homewrecker laid down in the middle of the bed, cladin
Terri's white wedding dress, and masturbated, waiting for her man tocome
home.
Danielle
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Danielle tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her. Shewas
finding it increasingly difficult because of what Terri was doing underher
desk. Taking a deep breath, the young saleslady forced herself to focuson
the pages upon pages of contracts...and away from the tongue which
wasworking her over sooooooo expertly, down below.
It probably would have been easier to order the blonde to stop, andtake a
rain check on the "afternoon delight" Terri was giving her boss.But the
young assistant had had a VERY poor attitude lately, and Daniellewas
determined to set her straight. A glance under the desk confirmed thather
assistant was still dutifully reaming her ass with the 8" dildo shehad been
provided with.
Terri's need for an attitude adjustment had begun three days earlier,when
the staff had decked out the office for the holidays. The office hadcome to
a complete halt, reveling in the sight of the office bimbo climbinga step
ladder to hang decorations and ornaments from the ceiling, cladin a black
miniskirt. Once the task was done, Terri had slinked back toher desk,
failing to note the mistletoe which someone had hung from theceiling
directly above her. It took her the rest of the day to figure outwhy the men
(and a few of the women) in the office kept grabbing her androughly forcing
their tongue into her mouth. The blonde bimbo had thentaken the mistletoe
down, drawing a reprimand from Danielle, who had orderedher to put it back
up, and to remove her panties and hang them up therewith it. Following this
episode, many of the kisses were accompanied byhands wandering under Terri's
skirt.
This morning, the dumb blonde had been in tears when a process serverhad
paid her a visit, serving Terri with notice that Steven was filingfor
divorce. Danielle and Angela had spent the morning cruelly referringto this
as Terri's "early Christmas present". Terri had finally exploded,declaring
that she wasn't going to put up with Danielle's blackmail anylonger.
Danielle had then politely reminded her delectable servant of the
illegalthings she had done, including corporate espionage and prostitution.
Failingto mention, of course, that it was Danielle herself who had forced
Territo do all of these things. And when Terri still didn't calm down,
Daniellehad brought out the Christmas cards.
The "Christmas cards" consisted of rather plain holiday greeting cards,each
with "Season's Greetings" embossed on the front. Inside, however,each card
contained a unique picture. And of course, each card was addressedto someone
Terri knew. Pictures of Terri masturbating, half-dressed ina business
blazer--addressed to various former coworkers and business associates.A
picture of Terri, bathed in cum and sweat, with cocks in every
orifice,addressed to Terri's grandmother in Phoenix. An entire package of
pictures,addressed to Terri's soon to be ex-husband, completely documenting
theblonde's illicit activities by showing her screwing dozens of men and
women.("The divorce court should find these VERY interesting," Danielle had
remarked.)
Danielle had threatened to mail the Christmas cards, and of course
thebegging, pleading, crying and apologizing had begun. As Terri's
tongueworked at her crotch, the villianess reflected that the funnest part
ofhaving Terri as her assistant was the begging, pleading, crying and
apologizing.This pleased the brunette, who was sure that there would be much
more ofit later tonight, when Terri would be forced to watch Danielle drop
theChristmas cards into the mail for real.
All in all, by the time the night was over, Danielle mused, Terri'sentire
life would be destroyed. Steven had filed for possession of thehouse (at
Carrie's insistence), and the pretty redhead homewrecker wasat this moment
moving her things in, and carelessly tossing aside Terri'spossessions. Terri
wouldn't be homeless, however...she would be movingin with Danielle! Who
would then make use of the ruined blonde till shegrew tired of the game...at
which point Terri would be packed into a crateand shipped to one of
Danielle's contacts in the Middle East, where thehapless girl would spend
the remainder of her life serving as a harem slave.
But that was all in the future, in the new year yet to come. Enjoy
thepresent, and all the joy it brings, the wicked brunette chided herself.
Danielle's thoughts turned to the company Christmas party, later
thisevening. There would be plenty of food, plenty of drinks, and gifts
forall. Santa Claus wouldn't be able to make it, being very busy and all,but
rumor had it that one of his elfs might make it to the party. A veryslutty
elf, whose green minidress, matching holiday green thong, and festivered
36-DDD bra would no doubt end up lying forgotten on the floor veryearly in
the evening.
The very thought, coupled with the intensive tongue lashing she hadbeen
receiving from Terri over the past several hours, made the evil brunettecum.
The first cum of many for this evening.
The interview
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"Time for your monthly review, Terri. Conference Room C should do nicely,
don't you think?"
"Yes ma'am." Terri put away the copy of Hustler magazine which she had been
reading.
Danielle turned and headed for the empty conference room. Terri
subserviently followed a few paces behind.
The young VP took a seat. "Close the door, will you?" The blonde obeyed
and took her seat.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" Danielle asked sharply.
"No ma'am," Terri hurriedly got to her feet, flustered.
Danielle was pleased with herself. She always liked to start these meetings
off by putting her assistant off balance. Outwardly, however, she made her
disdain evident.
"I don't know what your problem is, Terri. We've been having these little
meetings for eight months. I'd think you'd know the rules by now."
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. NOW you may sit down. You know the position to assume."
Terri did. Slumping way down in the plush chair, she spread her legs wide
and rested her feet on the wooden conference table. Lifting the hem of her
skirt, she tentatively eased her finger inside herself. Danielle had the
best seat in the house from across the table, and could plainly see that
Terri was already wet.
"Goooooood. Nice. Now...let's talk about whether or not we should keep you
on here." The brunette's voice took an ominous tone. Of course, if Terri
were dismissed, Danielle would be sending some information to the cops.
Evidence of sensitive information which Terri had stolen from her old job.
Videotapes of Terri selling her body for cash. Offshore bank accounts full
of dirty money, all in Terri's name. Drugs....
With a shudder, Terri thought about one incident, shortly after Steven had
filed for divorce and thrown Terri out of their house. That meddlesome
bitch Carrie had cajoled Steven into getting a restraining order against
Terri (Danielle had "helped" by making numerous telephone calls to Steven's
boss, pretending to be Terri, and by slashing Steven's tires.) Terri had
said "fuck it" and told Danielle that she quit, deciding that everything
that mattered to her had already been taken away from her. In this, she
found that she was sorely mistaken; speeding out of the parking garage,
she'd received a call on her car-phone. "Look in your trunk," Danielle's
voice had urged, then a (click). Stopping, Terri had discovered a ziploc
bag filled with white powder beneath the spare tire. Searching the rest of
the car, she'd found several more bags. Then Danielle had called back.
"My next call will be to the DEA and the sheriff's department." And so,
Terri had dejectedly gone back and spent most of the next 24 hours between
Danielle's legs, begging for her job back.
"Soooo..." Danielle began. "Very SPECIAL day for you today, isn't it?"
Terri didn't answer, instead she regarded her boss with a mixture of pure
hate and extreme hurt.
"What's the SPECIAL occasion?" Danielle pressed.
"M-my...d-d-div.....D-DIVORCE....." The pretty blonde's voice broke, and
she began sobbing uncontrollably. Across the table, the evil Danielle
silently congratulated herself. It usually took her a full three minutes to
get the little bitch bawling her eyes out. But today was a very emotional
day for Terri, as her marriage had now been legally and officially ruined by
this wicked, spiteful woman. The tramp was understandably riding an
emotional roller coaster. The balloons, flowers and the impromptu lunchtime
party probably hadn't helped matters, Danielle mused.
"Ahhh....yes. Your divorce. Oh well. Guess that's what you get for being
a walking cum depository. Let's begin, shall we?"
"Wh-whatever...." Terri sniffled.
"I see you shaved your pussy again, Terri." It was true; the blonde's cunt
was completely bald--in direct contradiction of Danielle's orders to let it
grow and dye it black, so that anyone seeing her naked would assume that she
was a fake, dyed-blonde bimbo. However, Scott, one of her coworkers, had
ordered her to shave it off. Danielle, of course, knew this, and also knew
that Scott had ordered Terri not to tell. This didn't stop her from taking
the opportunity to torment the girl.
"Now, Terri...do you remember our little review last month?" she asked
softly.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And, what did we decide in regard to the shaving of your pussy?" Danielle
pressed.
"You...w-we...said I wasn't....s-s-supposed to...."
"And...look at your pussy. What do you call that?"
"S-shaved...." Terri had a look on her face which wished that she was
anywhere but here.
"And," Danielle continued quietly, "what did we say the penalty would be if
you disobeyed again?"
Terri's eyes widened. "No...please, Danielle...."
"What did we say the penalty would be, Terri?"
"Danielle," Terri sobbed, "please! You don't understand!!!"
"I understand that I gave you specific instructions, and that you failed to
follow them," Danielle said coldly. "The penalty--your employment here will
be terminated, and your illicit activities will all be reported to the
proper authorities." Picking up the phone on the conference table, she
dialed a number. "Building security, please."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Terri wailed. "Please...Danielle....ma'am...I didn't
have a choice....Scott! Scott made me do it." Ah. Now they were getting
somewhere.
Danielle hung up the phone. "Scott 'made' you do it? How?"
"H-he...told me...if I didn't...Angela would use the whip
again....and...and...he'd u-use m-m-my ass..."
"Oh. So, you had a choice, then." Danielle let that sink in. "And you
chose to disobey me."
"Danielle...h-he...she....A-Angela and Scott aren't...aren't gentle. One of
these days they're going to kill me...." Terri choked.
"When is it going to sink in, Terri? It's not all about you. You're
nothing more than a toy, for the purpose of providing pleasure to us as we
see fit. I'd have thought that would have been obvious by now. Anytime
Scott wants to use your ass, it's his, provided that it's not being used by
me at the moment. And if his wife wants to take a whip to your back and
cover it with welts...well, can you blame her? After all, you have been
having an affair with her husband," Danielle finished cruelly.
"Please...I'm sorry...it w-won't happen again...please don't fire me..."
Tears rolled down Terri's face as she awaited her fate.
Danielle observed as Terri broke down. Having spent most of her life being
tormented by the blonde, she found it intensely satisfying to be paying it
all back, with interest.
"P-p-please...."
"While I think about how to handle this little infraction, get up on the
table. You know what to do." And Terri did. Stripping naked, she lay on
her back on the mahogany table, sliding her hand down to her cunt, as her
boss watched with perverse satisfaction. Before long, Danielle's own hand
was busy shamelessly playing with her wet pussy.
Bachelor Party
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Terri walked, reflecting on what an awful day it was. She couldn't believe
that Danielle had taken things this far. Ruining her marriage! She'd
thought she was resigned to the inevitable, but it hadn't really been real
for her until today. As of today, she was a single woman, the man she loved
having been stolen from her through seduction, blackmail and lies. And
through it all, as Danielle had carefully arranged and choreographed
everything, Terri had only been able to kneel under her boss' desk, cramming
a dildo up her ass while dutifully eating out the evil bitch who was
destroying her life.
Danielle had "decided" to keep Terri employed for another month. Now, Terri
was headed back to Danielle's apartment, where she was being allowed to
reside. There, she'd go through the same type of monthly "review", where
Danielle would decide whether or not to keep her blonde slave as a "tenant"
for another month, or to throw her out into the street.
Her "landlady" was eagerly awaiting her.
"Tonight's 'review' is going to be a little different. I've arranged for
you to work a bachelor party. Let's get you ready." It was not unusual for
Danielle to pimp Terri out to special events like this.
Danielle spent the next hour dolling her slut up to look like the high class
call girl she was. A pink thong with a matching pink demi bra, which had
been specially made for Terri's silicone-made tripld-D rack. Matching
garters and hose. A rather stunning, extremely scandalous red dress to
accentuate Terri's every curve. Plenty of face and eye makeup. Bright red
lipstick, to call attention to the lips which had serviced hundreds of cocks
at Danielle's bequest. Six-inch pumps. A black wig put the finishing
touches on things.
When Danielle left her alone, Terri surveyed herself in the mirror. She
looked like a complete stranger! The sex slave was thankful for once--at
least nobody would recognize her. That would certainly spare her some
humiliation.
In that, she had no idea how wrong she was.
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"Drink this--you'll need it." Without taking her eyes off the road,
Danielle had produced a flask of whiskey and now offered it to Terri, who
eyed it suspiciously.
"Why?" she asked. It was indeed strange, she thought. Usually the
heartless bitch wanted her pet to be completely sober, so that she could
fully experience and appreciate whatever humiliation had been conjured up
for her. "Don't you want me to be fully coherent while you embarrass and
torment me?"
"Yes, dear, usually I do. But in this case, I think you'll need to be a
little numb. Tonight will be an important performance from you, and the
last thing we need is for you to start bawling in front of everybody."
"Why would I start bawling?" Terri wanted to know.
"Just drink," Danielle said firmly.
"Why would I start bawling? What's going to happen?" Terri asked anxiously.
"Oh, I might as well tell you, so you can get it out of your system now,"
Danielle sighed. "The bachelor party you'll be performing at is for
Steven. He'll be marrying Carrie next weekend. You're going to perform for
him and his friends, and then you're going to fuck him." Danielle spoke as
nonchalantly as if she had just asked her assistant to drop a package off in
the mailroom. "And he's not even going to know that it's you..."
Eventually the hapless sex slave's crying died down enough that Danielle
could hear herself think.
"Drink," she repeated, passing the flask to Terri again.
Terri drank.
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Steven drank, too. But out of celebration and festivity. He was finally
going to be with the woman he loved, his soulmate. Carrie was wonderful.
He also was celebrating for another reason. Today, he had closed the book on
a chapter of his life which, he now realized, had been a mistake. What had
he been thinking when he'd married Terri? They were from two different
worlds. Steven thought back to how they'd drifted apart. The constant late
nights waiting at home while she was out partying. The phone calls in the
middle of the night, after which Terri would dress quietly and leave the
house after she thought Steven was asleep. A very painful, frustrating time
it had been for him....but he had found Carrie. She'd started out as a temp
in his office, and the two had gone out to lunch, and then dinner. In
Carrie, Steven had found someone whom he could talk to and relate to.
Then there had been the day when Carrie had brought the pictures over.
"Steven," she had said as gently as possible, "there's something you should
know. It's not going to be easy for you, but know that I am your friend and
will be here for you." Then she had broke the news to him, about the
affairs Terri was having at work. He'd broken down and cried in her arms,
and somehow they had ended up in bed together. Steven's path had been clear
to him at that point; with a supportive Carrie at his side, he'd filed the
necessary paperwork in the county courthouse. Carrie had moved in with
Steven on the same day that Terri moved out.
The two of them longed for the day when the divorce would be final, so that
they could make their own love official. It had been a bumpy ride--Terri
still telephoned at least once a week, always breathing into the phone and
not saying anything when Steven picked up. Carrie, however, had received
several death threats from the deranged soon to be ex-wife, and had spent
many nights shaking with terror, relaying the details to Steven as he held
her close.
Now the long wait was coming to an end. In a few short days, they would be
married! Carrie, ever the good sport, had arranged tonight's bachelor
party, reserving a barroom, and had even hired a callgirl. "I want to watch
you fuck her while she sucks all of your friends off," the nasty redhead had
whispered in his ear. "Then, we go home and you get to ride the Redhead
Express...." This was their pet name for lovemaking.
The callgirl was a petite-framed, black-haired young woman, with curves in
all the right places and enormous breasts, all poured in to a size 2 dress.
Steven's cock grew hard immediately as she took the stage and began
seductively gyrating to the music in the bar. Seated beside him, Carrie,
too, was getting turned on from the show, and began rubbing at Steven's
trousers under the table. His friends, meanwhile, decided that they'd
rather have a more intimate show, and proceeded to carry the callgirl over
to the large table where they were all seated.
"'scuse me for just a second..." Carrie whispered to her man. She stood
next to the dancer.
"Doesn't Lisa's dress look pretty?" The men all agreed. "Wouldn't it look
even better in a crumpled heap on the floor?" Everyone roared their
approval.
"You heard. Take it off," Carrie demanded. Slowly, the callgirl unbuttoned
the dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a pink
lace demi bra, with a matching thong, garter and hose. Directed by Carrie,
the girl pirouetted slowly to allow the men to take in a complete viewing of
her curvaceous, sexy body. "Mmmmmm nice, isn't she, guys? But you don't
have to settle for just looking. Lisa is paid for, all night! Help
yourselves....." And so Carrie returned to her seat, nuzzling up to Steven
and watching as the whore was surrounded by six of Steven's best friends.
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With the exception of Steven, Terri has fucked each of the men once, and
they were now enjoying sloppy seconds. VERY sloppy seconds, as it turned
out--the guys using her pussy and ass had all pulled out in time to douse
the disguised slut in cum. She was trying to keep them aroused, so that
they'd keep fucking her and she hopefully wouldn't have to do anything with
Steven. Terri didn't think she could take that. But the guys were
gradually wearing out. As she finished the man who was fucking her mouth,
nobody moved to take his place, and with horror, Terri realized that Carrie
was standing over her.
"My husband to be wants a blowjob," the redhead demanded softly.
"Carrie....please, no. I wish you two best of luck, but....please...."
"NOW," Carrie demanded in a no-nonsense tone. "Or do you, I and Danielle
all need to sit down and have a little talk?"
Resignedly, fighting back tears, Terri got to her knees before the man who
had been so cruelly stolen away from her.
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Closing his eyes, Steven leaned back and enjoyed the cocksucking he was
getting from the callgirl. She definitely knew her oral, Steven thought to
himself. The way she was able to take him all the way in to her mouth, at
the same time snaking her tongue around his shaft...
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Humiliated and tormented beyond belief, Terri was performing by rote. She
was mechanically servicing Steven, just as she had on hundreds of occasions
while they were married. And he was responding--after all these years, she
knew just what he liked and how he liked it.
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The callgirl was doing a great job of sucking Steven's cock. He hadn't had
oral treatment this great since he and Terri had still been together.
Carrie was a terrific woman, but she had a lot to learn in the fellatio
department.
The way her tongue was working him, her hands lightly playing with his
balls, he could almost imagine that he was still with Terri, before she'd
strayed. In his mind's eye, Steven pictured his ex-wife kneeling there, her
blonde hair tickling his thighs as she bobbed up and down, determined to
give her man the suck of his life.
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Carrie watched nervously. Terri was playing her role a little *too*
intensely.
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If this is the last time we're ever going to be together, Terri thought, I'm
going to make damn sure you're going to remember it, Steven. Moaning
loudly, she doubled her pace, slurping at his sweet prick with a frenzy,
just like the time....
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....they'd headed up to the river, packing a picnic basket lunch which they
had never gotten around to eating. Opting instead to taste each other there
on the blanket. Steven recalled how he'd anticipated, and how warm and wet
his young wife's mouth was when she'd finally stopped teasing and gotten
down to business. How she'd leisurely worked him with her mouth for a
while, before moving in for "the kill", shaking her head back and forth and
her moans, muffled by her mouthful of prick...
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"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....."
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"Oh yeah....swallow it, Terri...." Steven wasn't even aware he'd said it.
He was aware only of the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing, as he couldn't
hold back anymore, and emptied his load into the callgirl's mouth, as she
eagerly gulped down every last drop....
Carrie, however, had heard clearly, and was too stunned to move. Terri was
looking up at Steven, with a kind of sadness, knowing that it was, indeed,
over.
Finally the redhead bride to be found the strength to move. Grabbing at
Terri's wig, she tore it off and threw it aside. "You BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE
FUCK DID YOU DO TO LISA?? Won't you EVER LEAVE US ALONE????" She grabbed
Steven, pulling him away, then turned around and slapped Terri across the
face. "LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!"
Everyone ignored Terri as she dressed, reduced to complete shame. All of
the guys were gathered around Carrie and Steven. The bitch was sobbing
about how "she follows us everywhere and calls our house constantly....she
somehow found out about tonight and arranged....THIS...." More fake tears.
"What did you do, Terri...tap our phone lines when we called the escort
service? Where's Lisa, the girl who was supposed to be here? Is she lying
dead in a ditch somewhere? Do you want us dead? Do you? COME ON!!! HERE I
AM!!!!" And she came at Terri again, getting a handful of the humiliated
girl's blonde hair, shaking her around until she was pulled back by Steven
and a few of the other guys. What really hurt most of all were the words
spoken by Steven.
"C'mon, Carrie. She's not worth it."
As she was led away, the redhead spoke to Terri. "Stay away from MY MAN."
Then, to Steven's friends, "Do whatever you want with her, guys. Have fun."
They did.
Tears rolled down Terri's face as she sat in the back of the unmarked police
car. She was alone--the officer who had busted her, and his partner, were
outside the car speaking with a gang of teenagers. She watched as the two
cops spoke to the group of kids, even as a fresh stream of obscene graffiti
dried on the wall behind them.
It had begun as an average night for Terri. Carrie had come over to
Danielle's place, and the two of them had sat down to contemplate new ways
to humiliate the blonde slut, all the while passing Terri back and forth to
each other under the table.
The two friends had made small talk. Danielle bragged about the deal she'd
closed today, and how instrumental Terri's tits and ass had been in making
the sale. Then she asked Carrie about Steven, Terri's ex-husband (and the
young redhead's present husband, by virtue of having stolen him from Terri.)
Carrie had gone on and on about how wonderful life was with Steven, taking
care to explicitly describe their sex life, and making sure to thank
Danielle over and over for having "introduced" her to Steven. All the
while, Terri had sobbed miserably, her tears falling on the thighs of
whichever woman she was serving at the moment, as her tormentors recounted
the times they'd come into Terri and Steven's home, and fucked him in his
sleep while she was made to watch.
"Well..Steven's a great guy. It's terrific to see that he finally got
himself a real woman," Danielle had said. This was met by a little snort of
disgust from under the table, which Danielle had immediately pounced on.
"Is there a problem down there, Terri." She spoke very distinctly, leaning
under the table and cruelly twisting the slave's nipple.
"YEOWWWWW! No, ma'am."
"That's good to hear. Carrie just made love to her husband, and she's been
gracious enough to come over here and allow you to lick his cum out of her.
I'd hope you'd be grateful."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
"All the same, I think this needs to be punished."
Finally they had come up with a task for Terri. She'd been made to dress up
in one of her sluttiest outfits, a black leather mini plus a red tube top
which barely contained her fake 36-DDD boobs. Then she'd been painted up
with rouge and bright red lipstick. No eye makeup--the blonde was still
prone to launching into crying jags in the middle of whatever humiliating
treatment she was being subject to. "You need to stop pretending you don't
like being a whore," Danielle had taunted her cruelly on several occasions.
After dressing her, the two women had driven to the east end of town, a very
shabby neighborhood which was well known for drugs, prostitution and other
assorted crime. Here, Terri had been pushed out of the car, and told to
"not come back until you earn $600!" She'd been frightened beyond belief.
Danielle had pimped Terri before--in fact, she had made quite a racket out
of it, and the buxom blonde typically spent four nights a week fucking and
sucking the clientele which her boss sent her to. But up until now, she'd
been used as a call-girl, and not as a streetwalker.
She'd reluctantly solicited three men for blowjobs--the men were all so
scuzzy that Terri hadn't had the stomach to offer anything else. Then,
finally, a decent looking guy had come along. Terri had named her price of
$300.
"What do I get for $300?" the guy had asked.
Terri had named off every sex act she could think of, and before she knew it
the man, a plainclothes police officer, had had her in handcuffs. She had
been arrested for solicitation.
Looking up, she saw that the boys were all being shooed away by the two
policemen, with the exception of one, who was being escorted over to the
police car. As Terri watched, the kid emptied his pockets onto the hood of
the car, then was patted down in a search which produced a switchblade knife
and a small, clear pouch filled with some form of drug. Terri listened as
the policeman explained to the young man what his rights were, just as he
had done for Terri herself a short eternity ago, ignoring Terri's desperate,
slutty offers to "settle this some other way".
The door opened. "Go on, you know the way, Juan," one of the officers
directed the young man into the back of the squad car. Terri
surreptitiously scooted her ass to the far side of the car.
"Yo, puerco, at least you got me some companionship this time. It's almost
worth it--"
"Shut up and get in, Juan," the officer ordered, grabbing the top of Juan's
head and shoving him into the car. He landed right in Terri's lap, and
stayed there until she scooted away. Then, Juan stared at the blonde's
impressive cleavage while making obscene gestures with his tongue.
"Yo, man, I take back everything I said about you puercos! I need to get
arrested by you guys more often!!!" the young man patted Terri's thigh.
"HEY!" Terri yelled. "He's....touching me! Get him away from me!"
"A whore that doesn't want to be touched," the police officer remarked.
"That's a new one."
"Actually," said the second officer, "they make a cute couple, dontcha
think?"
"Yeah," his partner scowled, "and they'll probably both be out of jail and
back on the streets in time for her to give him a 1 a.m. special."
"I am NOT A WHORE!!!!" Terri protested again.
Along the way to the station, the cops stopped for donuts, leaving a
terrified Terri in the police cruiser with Juan, who immediately began
fondling her tits.
"STOP IT!!!" Terri pushed his hands away, but he was very persistent.
"Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly, no?" Despite Terri's best efforts to
resist, Juan managed to pop one of her huge breasts out of her tupe top,
taking Terri's hand at the same time and guiding it down to his stiffening
cock. She pulled away, turning her body toward the door of the cruiser and
away from Juan.
"Hey, what the fuck? You gonna get me all excited then turn away? FUCK
NO!" Juan grabbed Terri by the shoulders and tried to turn her back around.
"I'm....I didn't do anything to get you excited! I just want you to LEAVE
ME ALONE!!"
The gang member groped at Terri's bosom again; this time she turned around
and slapped him full across the face. Juan looked stunned for a second,
then with surprising speed punched the blonde in the stomach.
"You're gonna be sorry you hit me, bitch!" Juan stated defiantly, still a
bit humilated at having been slapped, as Terri gagged and gasped for breath.
He pulled his pants down, freeing his stiff rod from its confinement.
"See how excited you got me? Come here..." Juan grabbed a handful of
Terri's blonde hair and dragged her down toward his hard cock. She turned
her head away, and he pulled her head around by her hair and slapped her.
Terri knew that she could probably hold her own in a fight with this guy.
But she knew that if the cops came back out to the car and found the two of
them fighting, there'd be more reports, more charges....more trouble. Not
only that...but Danielle would undoubtedly find out about the fight, and the
circumstances leading up to it. Danielle, with her mandate that Terri was
absolutely, under no circumstances, permitted to refuse sexual favors to
anyone, ever...
As Terri parted her lips and let this stranger slip his prick into her
mouth, she bitterly acknowledged that Danielle had succeeded in tormenting
and raping her in yet another way. Beaten, she closed her eyes and let Juan
fuck her mouth. She tried to lift her head up several times to see if the
cops were coming back, or to speak--they'd be back any minute! but Juan
wouldn't allow it.
"Keep going till you get me off, bitch!" Juan insisted. Terri knew that she
would be in even deeper trouble if the cops came back and found her giving
head to her fellow prisoner. So she stopped resisting and let him furiously
fuck her mouth, adding as much tongue action as possible and moaning loudly
through her mouthful of man-meat. By the time his seed spewed into her
mouth and down her throat, she was, ashamedly, rather wet. But, having
gotten his rocks off, Juan was already pulling up his pants disinterestedly
and moving away from Terri.
The two policemen returned at that point, and Terri embarrassedly fumbled to
get her tube top back on as they climbed in, but they were too devoted to
their first love--donuts--to pay any attention to the massive display of
tit-flesh in the back seat.
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"In here," the female officer ordered, opening the door of the holding cell.
About a dozen other women were in the cell, mostly prostitutes.
Reluctantly, Terri entered. Choosing a bench along the wall, she sat down.
"Hey, that's my seat," a voice growled. It belonged to a tall brunette
amazon, who appeared to be half black, half hispanic. She also appeared to
be "in charge" of the cell, as everyone pointedly looked the other way.
"Sorry," Terri mumbled. Getting up, she moved to the far corner of the cell
and sat down on another bench.
"That's my seat too," the amazon warned. Terri stood against the wall
instead. "That's my wall," she was inevitably told. "And it doesn't need
your silicone ass to hold it up."
"Well, then where am I supposed--"
Terri was cut off abruptly, as the amazon crossed the distance with
surprising speed, delivering a resounding SMACK across the blonde's face.
Then she picked Terri up by the neck with one hand and slammed her into the
wall.
"YOU are not 'supposed' to do ANYTHING unless I TELL you to! This is MY
home! Do people come into YOUR home and do as they please?"
Terri thought about her current living arrangement with Danielle, and
couldn't help herself. She laughed, a bitter ironic laugh.
"MY HOUSE...MY RULES!!!!" Amazon bellowed, releasing Terri, who fell to the
floor and collapsed. "HEY!!!!! You're STILL in my SEAT!!!! April, get her
up." The girl to whom she spoke now, April, was a skinny, plain-faced
brunette who'd been standing on the other end of the cell the whole time,
and was a 17-year old runaway turned streetwalker. Like Amazon, she was
clad in blue County Jail coveralls, and had obviously been here for awhile.
Judging by the way she now hurried to obey, crouching down and huddling next
to Terri, she had obviously been shown who was in charge in this jail cell,
just as the cell's newest occupant was now being shown.
"Get up. Hey. Come on. Up." In a whisper, she added, "You have to." So
with April's help, Terri shakily got up, clinging to the younger girl for
support.
"GET your hands off her," Amazon demanded now. "First you help yourself to
my seat, now you think you can help yourself to my BITCH?" Clumsily,
feeling very dizzy all of a sudden, Terri let go of April. She stood
momentarily, then felt the floor begin to spin and grabbed the other girl
again on her way down, succeeding in dumping the two of them onto the hard
stone floor.
"What the FUCK are you doing to my BITCH??"
"S-s-sorry...." Terri stammered.
"SORRY my ASS!!! You had better apologize NOW!"
Terri mumbled an apology to April.
"What kind of weak ass apology is THAT?" Amazon thundered incredulously. To
April, "Are you going to accept that weak ass apology?" April, already
dutifully unbuttoning her prison coveralls, shook her head NO. Terri was
still on her hands and knees when the teen runaway shed her outfit. As
April lay on her back and spread her legs for Terri, she gasped as her back
made contact with the very cold floor.
Terri knelt before April and slowly lowered her head into the younger girl's
crotch, pulling her panties to the side and gingerly licking her clit.
April rolled her head from side to side and moaned as the blonde bimbo's
tongue quickly found its mark. Up and down April's slit Terri licked,
sending electric shivers through the little convict's petite body. At the
corner of her senses, Terri also felt her own skirt being lifted, followed
by the amazon's probing fingers in her ass. Determined to block her
tormenter out, she continued eating April out, as she'd done for dozens of
other women throughout the tenure of her ownership by Danielle.
April concentrated on the sensations being caused by Terri's tongue. She
knew what was in store for the newcomer, and desperately wanted the blonde's
tongue to get her off before it began. By alternately shifting her ass
around and pulling Terri by the hair to guide her, April was able to direct
her cuntlicker to all the right spots and was rewarded by a delicious
orgasm.
Then Amazon shifted her position slightly behind Terri. Knowing what was
next, April grabbed Terri's blonde head and forced the girl's head into her
crotch, smothering Terri's screams as the amazon sank her entire fist into
the slut's ass...
"A Day At The Beach"
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"Are you guys having a good time?" Danielle inquired, looking up from her
book.
The two guys grinned. "Yes..." the first guy, Daniel from Accounting,
sighed. Of course, this wasn't the first of Danielle's "events" which
Daniel had attended.
"Yeah...it was a great idea to have a company beach party..." agreed his pal
from the sales department. All the while, neither man took his eyes off of
the volleyball game which was in progress just a few feet away.
The sight was almost comical. On one team, there were ten players. On the
other side of the net stood Terri, the company slut, alone.
As they watched, Terri desperately raced to save a ball which had gone at
least ten feet over her head. As she ran, one of her gargantuan silicone
boobs popped out of her bikini for the tenth time. She dove for the ball,
but missed it entirely.
In embarrassment, the blonde stuffed her breast back into the too-small
bikini top, although she knew that it was no use. With her breast
enhancement, Terri was a 36-triple D. The string bikini top she was
wearing, was one of Danielle's old ones--a 34-B. (Before the company party,
Terri had begged Danielle for the "privilege" of wearing the swimsuit.)
The young office slut realized that her fate was inevitable. Danielle had
made the rules for the volleyball game quite clear. The first team to 15
points would be the winner. The loser would have to service the winners
(Danielle had strongly emphasized the plural here, as Terri had stood there
falling out of her swimsuit, fake bimbo smile painted on her face as usual).
There were no "out of bounds" lines on Terri's side of the net. In other
words, the postgame agenda would consist of Terri being used and abused by
ten men. And they were well on the way to this goal...the men led by a 7-1
score.
FOOF!!!! Terri's wallowing in self-pity was abruptly interrupted by the
volleyball smacking into her face...another point against Terri.
"Ummmm...sorry...." The apology came from the guy who had hit the ball to
her. Mark, she believed his name was. A new guy at the company, who
obviously hadn't yet been taught that Terri the company whore existed solely
for the pleasure of others, and that there was no need to meekly apologize
for humiliating the hell out of her. Even now, as Terri watched bitterly,
several of Mark's more seasoned co-workers were pointing these facts to him.
As she bent over to retrieve the ball (taking care to bend at the waist,
always at the waist, in accordance with Danielle's "rules") her boob again
popped out of her top. Without bothering to put it back in, she scooped up
the ball and sent it back over the net....where it struck Mark on the head.
Mark didn't even notice--he was busy staring at Terri's chest. This was
unbelievable! he thought to himself. At my last company, some guy got fired
just for looking at a female secretary for too long...but...this is
UNREAL!!!!
On the other side of the net, Terri was thinking to herself as well.
Getting set for the next volley, she deliberately didn't tuck her breast
back into her bikini. And when the ball came over the net, she hit it back
in Mark's direction. Again, she caught him in the middle of a daydream and
the ball ricocheted harmlessly off his shoulder.
Terri's turn to serve...still she left herself exposed. She surveyed the
other team, searching for an opponent who was busy drooling over her tit
meat instead of concentrating on the game. This wasn't hard to find, as
practically the entire guys' team couldn't tear their eyes off Terri's
triple D chest. And the young blonde slut took advantage, easily scoring a
point.
Terri scored five consecutive points, and was even foolishly beginning to
hope that she might manage to avoid a gang-rape, before Danielle realized
what was going on. She stood.
"Terri...come here," she demanded sternly.
Trembling, Terri walked over to Danielle, who swept her gaze over the blonde
pet's chest.
"Terri, Terri, Terri. There's just no depth to which you won't sink, is
there? Look at how you'll use your body to get what you want. No different
from a two-bit whore."
Terri kept silent.
"I, personally, don't think it's fair. Showing off those beauties just to
distract the other team." Danielle was practically bubbling with mirth.
This was a very bad sign for Terri. "I don't think it's very fair...do
you?"
Terri honestly didn't think it was any less fair than ten against one. But
she simply shook her head.
Danielle was grinning wickedly. "Well...then we need to do something to
even up the odds, don't we?? We wouldn't want Terri to have an unfair
advantage, now would we?" In Daniellespeak, this translated to Terri as "we
need to do something to make this astronomically unfair and hopeless for our
dumb blonde bimbo, don't we?" and "We wouldn't want Terri to have even a
slim chance of avoiding being abused and humiliated, would we?"
Then Danielle told Terri what was expected of her. Resigned to her fate,
eyes downcast, boobs hanging out of her bikini top (Danielle had graciously
pulled the other one out), Terri picked up the ball with one hand.
Per Danielle's instructions, she slipped her other hand beneath the fabric
of her swimsuit and began playing with her cunt.
Terri's serve bounced harmlessly into the net. With it, a golden
opportunity was wasted, as all ten of her opponents were focused upon the
scantily clad, bare breasted blonde frigging herself.
"Faster," Danielle whispered from behind her. Terri methodically finger
fucked herself as all the players watched.
Finally one of the guys managed to put his tongue back in his mouth long
enough to serve the volleyball. Terri tried to backpedal to meet the ball,
but it was just too awkward, given what she was doing with her other hand.
She stumbled, managing only to deflect the ball backward, thus giving up a
point.
"Faster....harder!" Danielle insisted from somewhere behind her. The
hapless blonde increased her tempo accordingly. The other team had
collected the ball and now served it to Terri, who flailed desperately at
it. She missed badly....
"Make yourself cum..." Her boss' instructions left no margin for doubt.
And Terri knew from past experience that Danielle would accept no
imitations. She began rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her thumb,
while two fingers slid in and out of her cunt. Eager to follow Danielle's
instructions, she concentrated on blocking out everything and everyone
around her. Furiously she fingered herself. The volleyball game was
completely forgotten as the men watched the blonde masturbating.
It was difficult to get aroused in the midst of such a degrading,
humiliating situation, but Terri had become an expert at doing just that.
Her fingers were able to find and stimulate just the right spots.
"Mmmmmmmm..." the blonde sighed as she fell to her knees. "Ohhhhhhhhh..."
She threw her head back as she peaked. "OhhhhhhhhGAWWWWWWD....
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... MMMMMMFF!" Terri was abruptly cut off in mid-scream by a
7" cock being jammed into her open mouth. Then she felt hands all over her
body....on her breasts, on her legs, fingering her pussy. The strong hands
picked her up and laid her down on the sand... then the long procession of
hard cocks began taking turns with her mouth, pussy and ass... tears of
shame pouring down her face as she orgasmed again and again.
long but good....Djian
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