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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
Janet's Hard Lesson
Chapter 1
by Dawson
James Dawson (xx449094@anon.penet.fi)
(m+/f, nc, coercion)
Janet's Hard Lessons is the first of what may turn out to be a series
that centers around the theme of a voluptuous and elegant woman who
falls into the evil clutches of nasty men who, when they get the
opportunity to force a woman to do their bidding are reduced to their
most unfortunate instincts.
Janet's Hard Lessons
by James Dawson
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Chapter One
Janet looked at the file sitting in her lap with shock. There it was
in black and white, absolute proof of all of the money she had
diverted into a covered account that only she could access. It had all
seemed so easy and now here she was, caught, no ifs-ands-or-buts. She
couldn't even look up at the three men sitting opposite her.
Life at Tobiason Securities had seemed so easy for the
twenty-three year old beauty. She had dazzled them in her interview,
and had been doing great business ever since. She was a tremendous
operator, and knew how to get what she wanted. Being beautiful helped.
Janet learned in high school that her full lips, big blue eyes and
thick wavy blonde hair, combined with big, full breasts set on a trim
yet shapely frame, had the capacity to turn men into jello. Especially
her breasts. Set high on her chest, they were almost too big for her
frame, making her look like a comic book character. She was often
compared with Playboy star Anna Nicole Smith, though she never
appreciated the comparison. She considered the model to be a no class
bimbo, and did everything she could to play down the resemblance. She
dressed conservatively and wore more natural make-up.
Janet learned early the power she wielded was far stronger
when it was subtle, not overt. She learned it was far stronger, not by
showing off her cleavage, but just by flicking her hair to one side in
the middle of a conversation with a man, invariably causing him to
lose his thought in mid sentence. She learned not to bend down using
her knees, but rather to lean over from the waist if she wanted to
mesmerize, but yet never to appear available. She learned that she
never had to do anything but create the aura of "maybe" to get what
she wanted. She was "sassy" and "untouchable," and sometimes drove men
to the brink of just grabbing her in frustration. It was an art and
Janet had perfected it.
The men at Tobiason Securities had been no different. Some
tried to play it cooler than others, but most fell over themselves to
be helpful. Though she was in a large area of the firm, she quickly
ruled the roost. And once she became established, no one had ever
questioned her. That is why she had set up a dummy account and began
to skim off money into it. It had been so easy. She figured that
though they were all eager to get her in the sack, they also thought
she was stupid.
She had even been so confident that when she was unexpectedly
called into the senior vice president's office, a man she had never
even met, she had assumed it was to hear how great she was doing- or
even to discuss a promotion. When she'd walked into his office and
seen two other executives with Mr. Jamison, she'd even felt more sure.
It wasn't until she saw the two video cameras set up and running that
she became nervous. They were only usually used for depositions.
Mr. Jamison's office was huge and beautifully furnished. It
was grand without being showy. On one side, just to the right as you
entered was his large desk surrounded by bookshelves, three computer
screens, and expensive art. The entire wall on the opposite side of
the room to the left was made up of four enormous windows that
stretched from the floor to the ceiling, providing a breathtaking view
of the city. Just in front of the windows was a conference table where
the three men sat silhouetted by the light, facing her. Mr. Jamison,
the resident of the office, had offered her a seat opposite them.
He had started by asking her how she liked working at
Tobiason, asking her what her plans were, etc. She had been a little
hesitant at first, but had told them the truth, that she liked it
there and that she hoped to do well and move into a senior position.
They listened attentively. Then Jamison handed her the file and asked
her to look at it. As soon as she opened it adrenaline rushed into her
stomach. There it was, a complete and total record of her transfers to
an account that only she could sign on. Janet just stared at the
papers. She noticed that the hand holding the file began to tremble.
She was totally confused.
"I can't tell you what a disappointment you are to us," said
Mr. Jamison after a moment, matter of factly, breaking her out of the
trance. She looked up at him. His face was a mix of sterness and
maturity. "Our policy here is full prosecution. In this case it means
embezzlement and fraud. Do you have anything to say?"
For the first time in her young life, Janet was totally
helpless. The realization brought tears to her eyes.
"We always bring the employee in to inform them before we
notify the authorities." He looked at her sternly. "Do you have
anything to say?" he repeated.
She looked briefly at the two video cameras, and considered
lying for a second, trying to wriggle out of it, but thought better of
it. It was all too clear. There was no escape. "Please," she said over
her tears. "I'll pay back every cent."
"Please what?" asked Jamison.
She suddenly felt like a child way out of her depth. How could
she have been so stupid? She realized that prosecution would mean an
end to her career at the least, and very likely worse. The image of
jail time entered her mind.
"Please...please don't call the authorities," she replied. "I
promise I will make it up."
Jamison laughed. "Do you know how long it would take?"
She was stung by his laughter. She felt foolish.
"Please, I really will, I promise..."
"Why on earth should we make an exception in your case?"
"I promise I will work twice as hard, and I'll even go without
pay..." She became desperate. "P...please, I...I don't want to go to
jail."
Jamison looked at her for a moment. She squirmed beneath his
gaze.
"Are you suggesting that now- now that you have been caught
embezzling from the firm- that you are somehow capable of some renewed
sense of loyalty and dedication?" He chuckled at her, making her feel
like a child.
She realized how it looked, but she was desperate. "Yes," she
replied, "if you give me a chance, I will show you."
"You will show us loyalty?"
"Yes."
The room went silent as the men stared at her.
"Well," he said, "Perhaps I can suggest one thing."
She looked up hopefully.
"I won't promise that we won't prosecute, but I do have a
rather special job that needs to be done, one that you might be ideal
for."
He looked at her for a moment without speaking.
"It would require that you do exactly as you are told, no
matter what- no matter what you think or feel about it."
"Please," she said anxiously. "I'll do it."
"Understand that in undertaking this project you will have to
sign a waiver, and that we in no way agree to waive prosecution."
She looked apprehensively.
"But if you do this task well," he smiled at her, "you can,
perhaps, indefinitely postpone it."
"I'll do it... please...you won't be sorry..."
Jamison opened another file and handed it to her, making her
get up to reach across the table. She had to bend over the table. A
pen was clipped to it.
"Open it, initial each page, and sign at the bottom." he said.
Janet cast her eyes over the document, but could hardly make
out the legalese. It was clearly a waiver of all responsibility to the
firm and the individuals in it. She had no choice. She took the pen
and did as she was told. She handed it back.
"We will have to see if you will be suitable. Can you follow
instructions without question?"
"Yes." she replied anxiously. She was desperate to avoid the
police.
"You understand that following instructions is absolute, and
that failure to do so will result in justice taking its course."
"Yes," she replied, somewhat puzzled.
Mr. Jamison leaned forward in his seat and folded his hands
together on the table.
"Stand up."
She looked confused for a second, and then got to her feet.
She looked at the men's faces. They stared back at her blankly.
"Unbutton your blouse."
"Wha..." Janet was shocked. This was not what she expected,
not here in this office, in front of these executives. She thought he
meant something business oriented, something that would take hard
work, long hours. Not this. She stood stunned.
"Not a very impressive start," he said.
Janet's face colored at the situation. She looked briefly at
the two other men, and then at the two video cameras pointing at her.
"Yes," said Jamison, "we want a video record of our
discussion."
She had no choice. She reached up to the top button of her
crisp white blouse and opened it. She took a deep breath and worked
her way down to the second, and then the third, exposing her chest and
ample cleavage. She got to the bottom of the row of buttons and
hesitated, not sure what to do next. Her blouse hung open showing her
white bra.
"Pull it apart and hold it open," he said.
Janet's face went bright red. She was totally at their mercy.
She slowly pulled her blouse up free of her skirt and pulled the two
halves apart, exposing her chest, stomach and big breasts in their
white bra. She stood for a moment, holding it open.
They let her hold the position for a moment.
"Take it off and lay it on the table."
She swallowed slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and down
her arms. She laid it on the table. She stood before them in her white
bra, which just barely contained her big breasts. She had purchased it
to wear with business clothes precisely because it flattened them out,
but in doing so, it also made them bulge out of the top obsenely. She
never wore it when she thought anyone might see it. Her nipples were
faintly visible through the white material beneath the lacy design.
The men looked at her for a moment. She shifted her feet
uncomfortably.
"Are you wearing pantyhose?" asked Jamison.
It took a second for the question to sink in. "Ah...yes." she
replied.
"For the rest of the time that we feel like maintaining your
employment here you are not to wear them again."
Janet could hardly believe her ears. He was talking to her as
though she were a tart, or a whore.
"You are only to wear panties," he continued, "that are cut
high in the back so that most of your ass is exposed."
Janet stood dumbfounded.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Y..yes."
"You will be checked on."
He looked at her.
"Do you understand?"
"Y...yes," she replied. She closed her eyes in shame.
"Good. Now turn around."
She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to the
men. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her lovely, unblemished back.
Her full bottom filled her business skirt.
"Take off your skirt and hose."
She was mortified. She had never been spoken to like this. She
reached up to the left side of her skirt and undid the clasp. She
pulled down the zipper and slowly let it slide down her thighs
bringing her ass into view. The men enjoyed the sight of her
white-panty clad bottom through the beige pantyhose. The flair of her
hips was perfect, resulting in a full, round ass. She let the skirt
drop to the floor.
Janet stepped out of her shoes and slipped her fingers into
the waist of the hose and began working them down over her hips. As
she worked them down, she bent forward sticking her ass back out
towards her audience.
"She's got a nice ass," she heard one of them say behind her.
"Yeah, not bad." said another.
She pushed the hose all the way down off of her feet and, now
in only her panties and bra, she stood back upright. She waited. She
stared at Jamison's unoccupied executive desk across the room in
disbelief. Tears welled up again and spilled out down her cheeks.
"Put your shoes back on and turn around."
She stepped back into her medium heels and turned slowly
around to face the men. She felt their eyes going up and down her
lithe body. Her face went bright red.
"Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around in a full
circle."
She almost choked on a sob. She took a deep breath and reached
her hands up and put them on the top of her head, exposing her body
and pushing her big tits out. She slowly pivoted on her left foot and
gave the men an obscene display. She slowly went all the way around.
"You were right, Dave," said Mr. Jamison to one of the other
men. "She does have big tits." He looked back at Janet and smiled.
"They're the only reason your not on your way to jail."
She blushed bright red.
"How big are they?"
She almost choked with anger and embarrassment. She had never
been talked to like this.
"Th..thirty-eight."
"Thirty-eight what?"
"D...double D."
"Mmmmm," replied Mr. Jamison. "That is big."
She stood in total shame. She knew what was coming.
"Well. let's see them."
She closed her eyes for second in humiliation. She opened them
and looked beyond the men and out the big windows at the other
buildings. She wondered if anyone out there could see. She slowly
reached behind her back and grasped the clasp of her bra. She popped
the eyelets free and pulled them apart across her back and slid the
bra straps down off of her shoulders. She held the bra in front of her
for a second before slowly lowering it. Her big nude tits bounced
free.
The three men took in the sight as she stood there. Her tits
were big and round, and whiter than the rest of her skin. The tan
lines were clearly visible. Her big nipples were placed directly in
the center of the large mounds.
"Raise your arms up above your head."
She raised her arms up, again causing her tits to stick out
obscenely- only this time they were nude.
"Think she'll do?" asked Mr. Jamison. He cocked his head to
one side.
"Yeah, I think so," replied one of the men. "She's got nice
big nipples."
Janet was in agony, standing there being looked at like a slab
of meat. While it had happened before, she had always been clothed,
and it was usually on her terms.
"Does she remind you of anyone? An actress or someone?" asked
one of the men.
They all looked at the exposed beauty.
"Yeah, actually," said Jamison. "Who is it?"
They stared for a moment.
"Who do you look like, Janet?" asked Jamison finally.
"I...well...I don't know," she replied. She couldn't bear to
say it standing in front of them like this,
"Come on, you must have heard it before," said Jamison.
"You look just like someone," said another.
She had to say it. It was obvious, and she didn't want to get
into trouble."Ann..Anna...Anna Nicole Smith."
"Yes, that's it," said Jamison. "You do look like her."
"Especially the tits," offered another.
The men all laughed.
Janet wanted to die. She wished she could just run.
"Okay," said Jamison. "Now, we got work to do. I want you to
go around to the end of the table," he motioned to his right and then
behind him, "and I want you to walk right up to the window."
She looked to the spot apprehensively. Nude, except for her
panties and shoes, the tall willowy blonde with the big breasts
followed his instruction. The men watched her breasts bob gently as
she walked around the long table, right up to the window. She looked
out over the tremendous view. She could see the windows of other
downtown office buildings.
"Put your hands on top of your head and move up."
She did.
"Put your tits against the glass."
Janet did as instructed. She leaned forward touching the cold
glass with her nipples. The contact made her suck in her breath.
The three men left her standing there while they got on with
other business.
After a half hour or so, Jamison reached for the phone and
pushed a speed dial button. He lifted the handset out of the battery
charger stand and walked over to where Janet was standing. Listening
for an answer, he sat at the edge of the table a few feet from her.
She felt his eyes go up and down her exposed body.
"Bill?" he said into it. "Yeah, fine...Say got a
minute?...Great, well have a look in my window, and tell me what you
think."
Janet felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. She
was on lewd display. She looked out at the buildings, wondering which
one he was talking to. She closed her eyes in humiliation.
Several moments passed.
"Nice, eh?" He chuckled, and then listened.
"Oh that's right, I forgot. You're an ass man..." He looked
over at Janet.
"Turn around," he told her.
Keeping her hands on her head, she stepped back and turned
herself around so that she was once again facing inside the room. She
noticed the two other men had walked up to stand in front of her.
"Pull your panties about halfway down your thighs."
Janet bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her
hands went to her panties. She slowly eased them down her thighs. The
blonde hair of her sex came into view.
"What do you think?" Jamison said into the phone.
He listened.
"Bend over," he said to her.
Slowly, she bent over at the waist.
"Press your ass against the glass."
She leaned backward until the cheeks of her bottom made
contact with the cool glass.
He listened for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
"Your right," he laughed again, "Goddamned right she deserves
it."
He listened again.
Janet's heart began to pound with anxiety.
"Sure, I'll set the phone down so you can hear...Better yet,
why don't you talk to her."
He walked over to the middle of the conference table. He set
the phone down.
"Come on over here," he said.
Janet straightened up. She reached down for her panties.
"Leave them."
She began to walk, shuffling uncomfortably towards him.
"My friend reminded me that naughty little thieving bitches
deserve spankings."
"Please..." she said as she watched him walk over to his desk.
Standing against the conference room table with her panties down was
the most embarrassing thing she could imagine. And now, he was going
to a spanking in front of these other two executives. He rummaged
around his desk before coming up with a long ruler. He swished it in
the air.
"Now, bend over the table," he said, ignoring her.
She looked to the two other men in the hopes that one would
intervene.
They just looked impassively. One of them smiled at her.
She turned around in front of the conference table, once again
looking out of the enormous windows. She leaned herself forward until
her elbows were on the table top.
"All the way down, and straighten your legs" said Jamison.
Janet bent farther, mashing her big breasts against the table
top. With her long legs straight, her round, naked ass came up
"Now I want you to take the phone."
Janet reached out and took the phone. She looked at the
lighted numbers and tried not to think about who was on the other end.
"Go on, say hello." Jamison laughed. The other men did as
well.
She was dying of shame and humiliation.
Turning her head upright and moving her chin onto the table
top, she put the phone to her ear. "H...hello," she said into it.
"Hello, young lady," said a male voice. "It is nice to SEE
you." He laughed. "What's your name?"
She clenched her eyes closed in shame.
"J...Janet." She almost lied, but thought better of it.
"Well Janet, I look forward to meeting you in person."
A shudder went through her body. She realized that she was
totally trapped, that she had to do whatever these men asked.
She was also totally speechless.
"You've got a nice ass, Janet," said the voice. "I liked
looking at it."
"Th, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" she suddenly screamed out as
the ruler splatted down against her naked bottom. Her hand gripped the
phone.
"Say thank you, Janet," said the voice.
"Th..th..thank you..." she replied.
"You know what I like about your ass, Janet?" said the voice.
Her mind was spinning.
"Wha..what."
"It's nice and full and meaty without being too big."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH" she cried out again as a second stroke
slapped her bottom. The pain started to heat up.
"What do you say?" asked the voice.
"Ah...ah...Tha..thank you."
"That's right. Now don't forget again."
Tears brimmed over her eyes and began to run down her cheeks.
She was so helpless.
"I look forward to putting my hands on your ass, Janet."
She listened in horror, waiting for the next stroke.
"I'm looking forward to getting your meaty asscheeks in my
hands."
She shuttered.
"I'm going to enjoy squeezing them and pulling them apart and
looking at your asshole."
She wanted to be sick.
"Do you like it in the ass, Janet?" asked the voice.
"WHAT?" she asked with shock. Fear and revulsion spread over
her. She was talking to a real pervert.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH," she cried out, another stroke. She fought back
the urge to reach back with her free hand and rub her burning bottom.
"Thank you," she said quickly, remembering. Pain and fear
mixed in her swirling mind.
"So you've never had it in the ass?" said the voice.
"No...please...my GOD..." She fought back the panic.
"I see."
"AAAAHHHHHHH" stroke number four. "PLEASE...no more." The pain
became searing.
Silence on the line.
"Thank you," she said, remembering again.
"I look forward to meeting you, Janet," said the voice. "Very
forward indeed." Click.
A dial tone filled her ear. She laid the phone down and began
to weep. Her bottom was on fire.
She suddenly felt hands on her bottom. They began to rub it.
She resisted the impulse to look behind her.
The hands began to knead the cheeks.
She just wept at the violation.
"Lift your head up, Janet," said Jamison after a moment.
Still lying on her stomach, she lifted her chin
Suddenly material was laid over her eyes cutting off the
light. She felt it wrap several times around her head. It felt like a
tie. She was being blindfolded.
Once the blindfold was secure, she felt hands reach down and
guide her panties, which she'd held between her thighs, down her legs.
They guided her feet out of them. The hands slowly traced their
way back up her legs. Tingles combined with the burning heat, making
her mind spin.
"Turn over," said a male voice thick with lust.
Almost before she could respond she felt herself being turned
over onto her back. All of her bravado was gone. She was helpless. She
instinctively reached a hand down to cover her exposed pussy. Her
other arm went across her breasts.
She felt her feet get lifted and perched on the edge of the
table spreading her legs wide apart. Someone took her hands away and
moved them towards her feet.
"Grab your ankles," a male voice commanded.
"Please..." she uttered.
"DO IT."
She wrapped her fingers around her ankles, holding her legs
wide apart. Hands grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the very
edge of the table. Her ass met the edge. Her pussy was totally
exposed.
She flinched as she felt hands start caressing her exposed
inner thighs. She fought back the urge to scream. The hands
slowly and gently caressed her skin in a circular motion, working
toward her pussy. She clamped down on her teeth.
The fingers gently traced the outside of her pussy lips,
making her shudder. A finger moved slowly up to the top, brushing her
clitoris. It gently moved over her clit, lightly flicking it back and
forth. Janet began to squirm under the manipulation.
Suddenly, another pair of hands reached out from over the top
and behind her, scooping up her big, pillowy tits from either side and
mashing them together. The fingers began tugging on her nipples,
contrasting with the gentleness of the manipulation on her pussy. Her
bottom still burned and her head spun under all the sensations.
She felt something something slick get spread onto her pussy.
The manipulating fingers began to smear it around. It was some kind of
lubricant.
The fingers in her crotch began to move more forcefully, matching the
mauling hands on her big tits. Her entire body began to rock with the
motion.
And then she felt it.
She felt a penis head come into contact with her pussy.
In the darkness of the blindfold, she gritted her teeth and
gripped her ankles. She felt the tip of the prick rub up and down the
outside of her sex in a circular motion. The hard cock slid up and
down the length of her slit.
And then, it slipped in.
Suddenly, it pushed all of the way into her cunt, causing her
back to arch instinctively. It pulled out again, and thrust back in,
and then back and forth with fury, matching the mauling hands on her
big tits.
She felt the table rock, as someone climbed up on it. She felt
them sit down on her stomach. Whomever it was grabbed her arms and
pulled them up away from her legs.
"Push your tits together," a male voice commanded.
Her head was spinning with the pounding she was taking. The
hands pushed her hands against her tits. She did as she was told,
pushing her massive breasts together.
She felt hands begin to smear the lubricant all over the tits
she held so submissively in place, like a sacrificial offering. The
hands squeezed them and fingers rolled her slick nipples, causing them
to stand out.
Then she felt a hot, stiff prick squeeze in between her tits,
and then begin to push back and forth. Someone was fucking her tits.
"Push ‘em together harder."
She pushed her tits together, trapping the prick between them.
Both men fucked her.
She felt the conference table rocking underneath her.
Sensations began to flood her brain like a submarine hit by a
torpedo. Her ass still burned, but the pain was no longer totally
unpleasant. It added an edge to the fucking she was taking. The prick
between her slick, shiny tits almost burned.
Suddenly a pair of fingers entered her mouth and began to run
in and out.
"Suck on them," ordered the man on top of her.
Janet closed her mouth around them, and began to suck them.
Within moments, she felt the prick between her tits begin to
pick up speed. The voice began to growl and she suddenly felt his body
lift off of her.
She flinched as she felt the spunk shoot onto her face and
neck. A gob landed near the corner of her mouth. She quickly turned
her head to one side. She felt more land on her neck.
The other man continued to fuck her, pounding in and out.
A hand reached out and grabbed her by the chin, moving her
face back up.
"Stick your tongue out."
She had no choice. She slowly opened her mouth the pushed her
tongue out.
"Lick it clean."
She felt the prick against it. She ran her tongue over it as
best she could in the position she was in.
Suddenly the man fucking her stopped. He pulled out of her
cunt. She was abruptly lifted off of the table and stood upright. Her
legs were wobbly.
"Get down," said one of the men.
She felt herself being pushed downward to her knees.
She was kneeling. She felt someone grab a handfull of her hair
and pull her head forward.
"Suck it off."
She felt a prick touch her lips. She could smell the sex on
in. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold and opened her mouth
slightly, and felt the cock jam in, almost causing her to gag. She
knew what was required.
She reached up and grasped the stiff prick and began to pump
it. She felt the grip on her hair tighten.
As she sucked the cock, she felt one of the men kneel behind
her. He reached around and began to play with her tits. He slid his
hand down to her cunt.
"Open your legs," said the voice behind her.
Keeping the rythum going, she moved her knees apart. She felt
his right hand move in between her thighs and begin stroking her cunt.
The other hand kneaded her left breast.
She felt the grip on her hair tighten again.
"YES," said the voice above her. "NOW SWALLOW IT ALL!"
Two strokes later, she felt the hot load squirt into her
mouth. She fought the impulse to gag, and quickly swallowed it down.
More soon followed. She sucked hard and swallowed again.
Spent, he slowly pulled his prick out of her mouth.
She felt the man behind her stand up.
"Stay right where you are," he said. He grabbed a handful of
her hair.
She felt another stiff prick touch her lips.
"Open up," he said.
She opened her mouth again, and accepted his prick. She
reached up and grabbed it and began the process over again. She pumped
it as he fucked her face.
The other two men squatted down on either side of her and
began running their hands over her body.
"Come on SUCK that prick," said one of the men.
"Look at this cunt gobble dick." said the other. She felt her
breasts get squeezed.
"Suck it harder, HARDER," said the voice on her left.
She sucked harder. She heard movement to her left.
"Maybe this will help motivate her," said the voice.
She flinched as she felt him press something against her
bottom. She realized it was the ruler she'd been spanked with.
"Stick your ass out," he said.
"NNNNNNNNNNN," Janed moaned through her nose. She sucked her
cheeks in and began bobbing her head.
She felt the ruler touch her skin. She leaned forward on her
knees, pushing her bottom out. She felt the ruler slowly move in a
small, circular motion across her skin at her bottom's fullest,
fleshiest point..
The mauling of her nude tits continued while she blindly
sucked on the anonymous prick in front of her.
SPLAT!
"NNNNNNNNNNN," she cried out over the stiff cock as the ruler
cracked against her ass.
"Faster," said the man.
She picked up speed, sucking hard.
"SPLAT!"
"FASTER."
"AAARRRGGGGMMMMM," she cried out. She began to work the prick
furiously. Suddenly, she felt her hair grabbed, pulling her face
forward. Semen squirted out into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it
down. Another load came. She swallowed again.
After a few more thrusts, the cock pulled out of her mouth.
She didn't move. She stayed on her knees and kept her ass sticking out
behind her. She heard the men putting their clothes back on. She heard
zippers going up.
Another few moments passed and she felt the blindfold being
untied. She kept her eyes closed as it was unwrapped. She felt someone
squat down on her left side. A hand covered her left breast. It began
to caress it.
"Well, Janet," It was Mr. Jamison's voice. He began to gently
roll her nipple in his fingers. "For now this is going to be our dirty
little secret. No one else here at the firm will know about it."
"Th..thank you," she replied. She didn't know what else to
say.
"That is, for now."
She felt his hand roam across both of her breasts.
"Now, as I mentioned," he continued, "we have a special job
for you. But in the meantime, there will be several small tasks for
you to perform. It is imparitive that you perform them exactly as
directed."
Her big tits tingled with the fondling he was giving them.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes." Her bottom burned, and she felt sick.
"Good." He pulled on both nipples."Now, we have work to do. So
why don't you put your clothes back on and straighten yourself out and
get back to work."
He let go of her tits and stood up. Janet put her hands down
and stood as well. She covered her breasts with one arm as she began
to pick up her clothing.
"There's a bathroom to your right."
She noticed a door in the wall to the left of the windows. It
was cut into the wood so as to be inconspicuous. She took her clothes
and entered the executive bathroom. It was beautiful, and included a
shower and a bathtub. She quickly put her clothes back on, and was
just about to step into her pantyhose when she remembered. Her mind
flooded with fear and anger. He had instructed her not to wear them.
And she had to obey. She tossed them into the wastebasket.
She looked at her face in the mirror, and had to fight off the
impulse to cry again. She was a mess. Her make-up was smeared around
her eyes. She took some toilet tissue and folded it over several times
and wetted it. She was lucky she had her purse with her. She brushed
her hair and reapplied her make-up. Within a few minutes she was
ready. She went back into the office. The three men ignored her,
concentrating on their discussion. She stood there for a moment, and
then walked out.
Back at her desk, things were buzzing like usual and she got
right back to work, trying to free mind of the horrible episode that
had just taken place. No one seemed to notice that anything was
different, and she was glad of that.
She was almost back in the swing of her job several hours
later when she answered the phone.
"Janet?" It was Mr. Jamison's voice.She shuddered at the sound
of it.
"Yes."
"I'm forwarding a call to you."
She gripped the phone tightly in her hand.
"Do I need to remind you what is expected?"
"No," she responded.
She heard a click.
"Janet?"
She felt her stomach lurch. It was the voice on the phone from
Mr. Jamison's office.
"We get to meet sooner than I thought."
She was speechless.
"Now," the voice continued, "here are your instructions..."
