Show your Lines

“Roseanne is by now well into her “reprogramming”, and has very little will of her own remaining. Mesmerized, and very nearly in Clyde”s total control, he takes her submission to the next level.”

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Later, when we were in bed together after Clyde had taken the virginity of my ass, I snuggled gratefully in his arms as gave me my instructions for the next day. I was to wear my shortest and tightest “slut skirt” without underwear of any kind. Whenever my boss called me into his office I was to unbutton the third button on my blouse and find a way to let him see my bare tits and nipples. At the first possible opportunity I was also to let my skirt ride up my legs to give him a look at my pussy and/or ass. If my boss wanted to grab a feel of my body, I was to allow him to do so.

My boss is a thin gray haired man of 60 plus years who is famous for his reserved demeanor. I have never seen an emotion on his wrinkled face. Common office gossip has it that he has not smiled in twenty five years. Would I loose my job? Married for more than forty years and a deacon in the Methodist Church, I was afraid my dour employer might not find Clyde”s new dress code for me amusing or even acceptable.

Despite my reservations, however, I had no choice but to do as I was told. Clyde was sure to find out if I didn”t. The next day I showed up for work looking for all the world like a ten dollar whore.

The very first thing that morning my boss asked to see a file that was in the bottom drawer of his office file cabinet. As I squatted to retrieve the file, my tight little skirt crept up to my hips and beyond. I knew all too well that at his desk behind me my boss had a front row view of the crack of my ass and maybe a bit of my pussy as well.

I brought the file to him, and when I stooped to hand him the file, my blouse with the third button undone came open and my tits almost fell out in his face. Sweat broke out on the poor man”s brow as he took a long lusting look down my open blouse at my braless breasts swaying over his desk. I stayed that way as long as I dared. I have to admit, I was beginning to get a charge out of teasing the old prune.

Embarrassing as it was to show my body off like a cheap whore, it became a lot less so as the day went on. I had other chances to give the old man a couple of other good peeks at what I had to offer, and I didn”t miss a one. He didn”t make a pass at me, but I could see in his eyes, and from the bulge in his pants, he was thinking about it.

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That evening, naked except for my slave collar, I greeted Clyde at the door. Even as he shed his coat and tie, he asked me to tell him about my day and how my boss reacted to my sexy show. I thought he would die laughing.

“Gave him a hard-on did you? Why that old sanctimonious codger,” Clyde choked thru his giggling, “I knew it! I have always suspected that underneath that Methodist prune face was a dirty old man. Another day or two of tempting him like that and he will be running his hands up your leg reaching for your pussy.”

Teasing the old man was one thing. His hand on my pussy, that would be another. That didn”t sound to me like anything I wanted to get into, but before I could say anything about it, the doorbell rang.

Another visitor! Could it be Jason again? Or this time really Alan Seeger? Or, had Clyde found someone else to embarrass me. To tell the truth, I felt it probably was Seeger. I figured Allen was sure to show up eventually. Once again tho I wanted my robe, and once again Clyde questioned me about it.

“”Why the damn robe Rose Anne? It didn”t do much good last night did it? Just answer the damned door.”

“No Clyde, it could be anybody and you”re the only one I answer the door naked for.”

As he did the night before he shook his head sadly and mumbled something about the sisters talking to me. By this time however I had my robe on and my hand on the door knob.

It was Jason again. “Good evening ma”am,” he greeted me politely.

Too damn politely and too damn cool too considering that last night this boy had seen my me perform like a $10 whore as first I masturbated myself, and then let Clyde stick his cock in me while he watched. But I could be cool and polite too, and it wasn”t the kid”s fault that I have become such a slut.

“Good evening Jason. What can I do for you.”

“Mr. Horner asked me if I would like to drop by and I promised him that I would. ”

This was where Clyde interrupted. That didn”t come as any surprise to me. This was all his idea wasn”t it? Another one of his games, another embarrassing hoop for me to jump through no doubt.

“Jason tells me that he”s been pretty lonesome for some female companionship, being a stranger in town and all, and you have to admit the way you begged me to fuck you last night is sure to stir up a young man”s hormones.”

It wasn”t hard to guess where my lover was going with this. “No damnit Clyde, I don”t care how lonesome he is, or how active his hormones are. Jason is a nice boy but I”m not going to let him fuck me. No way!”

Clyde”s expression went blank and his voice cold. “Don”t tell me what you are, or are not going to do, bitch. You have three choices.”

“ONE, you can strip off that robe and do as you are told; OR”

“TWO, you can strip off that robe and stand at attention with your hands over your head while I switch your tits and belly until you do as you”re told; OR”

“THREE, you can quit me, and I will be out that door in a heartbeat,,,, and for good.

That”s the full list of your options, Rose Anne…, take your pick!

“No,” I continued to argue. “Please listen Clyde …”.

“No, YOU listen my horny slut. You have been getting a little too attached to me lately. You need to broaden you circle of acquaintances and Jason here has volunteered to help. Not another word out of you. Either quit on me, or open that god damned robe and let Jason feel your breasts and finger your pussy.”

Even last night I had suspected that this thing with Jason was probably heading somewhere I didn”t want to go, but I couldn”t see any way out then, and I”m no better off now. Could I give up on having Clyde”s cock in my pussy? No damn it, I couldn”t, at least not until he demanded something I just couldn”t possibly do. Allowing Jason to fuck me wasn”t quite in that category, and it made even less sense to have Clyde humiliate me with his damned switch before agreed. I didn”t have much choice but to keep playing my role as love slave.

With a sigh of resignation, I opened my robe and let it fall from my shoulders. I was suddenly very conscious of the collar around my neck and what it signified. A flood of sensual memories from my old teen masturbation fantasy about being sold at a slave auction came rushing across my mind. How similar all this seemed. Wasn”t Clyde putting me “on the block” so to speak, offering his naked and collared slave to a stranger”s use.

This was no longer some harmless game, I had to face what I had become. I was a female slave, and female slaves are passed around from man to man. The realization that I was a chattel to be lent out or sold terrified me…, and at the same time set me on fire. I wanted to quit, to tell Clyde Horner to go fuck himself, but I my servitude was already too deep. I had passed the point of redemption. No longer free, now I was a sex toy and plaything to do with as this man pleased.

From behind me my owner again spoke. “Assume the position Slut”.

I spread my legs, my fingers locked behind my head. I straightened my back thrusting my breasts forward, inviting the hands of this young stud. No, more than that, I was a horny slave girl aching to have a man”s hands on my already sensitive tits and swollen nipples.

“Go ahead Jason, feel her tits, play with her nipples. Put your finger up her pussy. She is a slut. She wants you to use her.”

That was the voice of my owner giving my body away to this stranger. I couldn”t have been this dense. I must have known all along my submission would come to this. Why had I not stopped him when I could have? Could it be that in my repressed lust, I had subconsciously wanted Clyde to find some handsome young stranger to fuck me?

As Jason”s strong hands reached to fondle my breasts, I could not play the reluctant virgin any longer. I moaned in erotic appreciation. That was his signal to cup my pussy with one hand and to wiggle his fingers there, strumming those tender lips as if playing a guitar. I was dripping wet by then and when he probed me with his middle finger it came out covered with my sex juices. He held it to my mouth and I licked it gratefully.

If there was any doubt what would happen next, that uncertainty disappeared with Clyde”s next instruction. “Undress him slut. He wants to feel your body against his. Make him ready.”

I had once promised myself that I would quit if things came to this, but may God forgive me, that vow seemed long ago and far away. I was so hot, so aroused, that I could no longer back off when offered a hard penis. I needed to be fucked and if Clyde wanted this young Adonis to do the honors, so be it. After all a cock is a cock, and the idea of taking a strange one with the man who had mastered me watching was somehow frighteningly erotic.

I knelt and began to take off Jason”s shoes and socks. By the time I finished, he had removed his T shirt, unbuckled his belt, opened the top button of his pants, and unzipped his fly. With a single easy yank. I dropped his pants to his ankles. He stood before me quietly as I slid my fingers under the elastic top of his jockey shorts, and pulled them down his thighs.

The young cock I uncovered was fully erect, and it swung and bobbed over my head as I bent to clear his feet of his pants and underwear. When I once again raised my head to this now nude baby stud, that lovely prick, every bit the equal of Clyde”s great member, bumped against my lips as if begging to be sucked.

I was willing. No, I was more than willing. I was starved. There was nothing I wanted more than to have this boy”s big dick in my mouth. I opened wide and swallowed him. Could this be Rose Anne the prick tease? Where did Rose Anne the frigid go? I didn”t recognize this new Rose Ann, naked and collared, on her knees sucking a stranger”s dick, and about to get off on doing it.

Damn you Clyde Horner! You have run off the Sisters of Charity all right. You have indeed lit my fire, but what have you done to me in the process?

“Enough now slut. Don”t spend him cheap. Save his load for your pussy.”

That was Clyde”s voice once more, still directing me thru my paces just in case I might forget. “Lay down on the couch and take him on top of you. French kiss him, and let him feel your tits against his chest. Tell him you want him to fuck you. That is what you want isn”t it?”

“Oh God yes!” I replied as I let that great hard-on slip from my mouth. “Tell him to fuck me Clyde. Tell him to fuck me hard. Tell him to use me and make me cum.”

“No, You tell him Rose Anne. On the couch now, and beg him to fuck you.”

I did too! On my back on the couch with my legs spread I begged this young stranger. “Jason, please! Come lay on me. Press your body to mine. Kiss me. Play with my tits and pussy, then stick it in me and fuck me. Fuck me hard! Make me cum!”

Jason was as hungry as I, and he was both willing and able to give me what I needed most. He fucked me three times. The first time he lay between my raised knees, his chest pressing on my breasts, kissing my mouth, just as I had begged him to do. The second time he took me from behind on my hands and knees like the bitch I have become. The third time he was on his back as I squatted over him, impaled on his cock, riding him to shattering orgasm after orgasm.

For almost two hours he fucked me. Each time I begged him for more, but that third time, the frantic way that I sat on his cock, finally exhausted him. I”m sure he would have kissed me before he left except by the time he had his clothes back on, my lips were otherwise busy. I was already on my knees between Clyde”s spread thighs and my mouth was stretched around my owner”s cock.

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On my way to work my thoughts were full of last night. I must be making progress. Every male lights my fire now, even a not-yet-dry-behind-the-ears college boy that was only a snotty brat the last time I saw him. Surprisingly, I didn”t feel at all guilty about allowing the kid to fuck me. Of course I did so only because Clyde ordered me to, and I had no choice. Anyway, to know that my lover was there watching me get dicked was both comforting and a turn on.

Question: Has being fucked by a stranger turned the corner for me? Have I forever thumbed my nose at the Sisters of Mercy? I am proud of myself, and I think so…, and damn, how I did enjoy my ride on young Jason”s love rod. Do I have the guts to invite him over for a curtain call? That would be a test of my cure for sure.

Lost in my sexy thoughts, before I knew it I was in the elevator on the way up to the Law Office where I worked. As Clyde had ordered, I was again dressed as a slut, a short tight skirt, a loose blouse open at the top two buttons, a garter belt and sexy black hose without slip, bra or panties.

Clyde”s instructions are for me to give my poor boss a thrill again today. I”m not at all sure his old heart can stand it. Yesterday while he was staring down my dress at my bare boobs, his hands quivered, and he broke out in a cold sweat. I”ve never seen him shook up like that about anything before. The old bastard is a cold fish and I can”t say that I like him much, but I don”t want to give him a heart attack. Besides, I feel sort of bad about tempting him into something he otherwise might not do.

But, the exorcist of my catholic guilt has spoken. Clyde doesn”t like my boss at all, hates him in fact, and calls the old man a fraud and hypocrite. From the old fart”s reaction when I showed him my goodies yesterday, I guess Clyde is right on. A church deacon for thirty years, and a supposed gentleman, he shouldn”t be staring at a woman”s bare breasts down the front of her open blouse. It is no excuse that I was teasing him on. A truly moral man would have put me in my place and sent me home to dress properly. Aside from morality, my boss wasn”t being very smart. From the way I was dressed and acting, he had every reason to think I was putting the make on him, yet he let me show off my tits and ass without a word. Mr. Artimis is a lawyer. He should know better than anybody how dangerous it is to be messing around with a female employee. Sexual harassment law suits are serious business these days. Clyde must be right, even smart men sometimes think with their dicks rather than their heads. Today”s orders from Clyde are to step things up a notch. I am supposed to find some excuse to rub against that skinny frame, and subtly or otherwise invite him to grab a feel of my body. Whatever he does, I am to encourage and allow it. WHATEVER he wants! I don”t need to guess what that means. Clyde made it a very plain that if it comes to that, I am to suck him off or let him fuck me.

Going that far troubles me a bunch. After all, I may be horny, but I”m not a whore. Shedding the Sisters of Mercy is one thing, but to give an old man I”m not even attracted to the use of my mouth or pussy…, well that”s something else entirely. I wouldn”t even consider doing such a thing if I wasn”t so in love with Clyde…, but is that really what I am…, in love with Clyde and afraid of losing him? Or, am I anybody”s slut now? The jury is still out on both counts, but if I”m not really only a slut, why is my pussy moist from thinking about seducing my boss?

Mr. Artimis was standing by my desk when I came in the employee”s entrance from the hall. He gave my slutty blouse and skirt a long hard look before he said, “Miss Lombardi come into my office and close the door please. I need that same file I was working on yesterday. I put it back in the file cabinet before I went home last night.”

“Oh yeah,” I said to myself, “I”ll just bet you did. You want another look at the crack of my ass don”t you, you lecherous old bastard. And shut the door is it? Well, we all know this much don”t we, he has been thinking about me a lot since yesterday. I wonder what he has decided to do about me…, or to me?”

He took his seat behind his desk where he had the best view of my little show. Instead of squatting to open that bottom drawer as I had done the day before, this time I locked my knees and stooped way over. My skirt probably crept far enough up my ass to give him a peek at my bare pussy. At the very least he had a good long look at the choice flesh of my upper thighs and buttocks, all white and stretched tight, framed by pink garterbelt straps and dark hose.

“Bring the file over here to my desk and open it for me please Miss Lombardi.”

“Yeah,” I smiled at the thought. “Open it the way I did yesterday too, I”ll bet. Sure I will you old lecher!” He was so eager. I was disappointed and angry at him as my thoughts continued, “Why you old hypocrite. You”re so horny you stink! You want to drool over my tits again don”t you!”

I had the third button on my blouse undone by the time I circled his desk and laid the file open in front of him. I extended my arm by pointing to the page. That was my chance to press my blouse with a soft tit underneath against the side of his neck and face.

He moaned a little as turned his head toward me. His nose had no place to go but into my bare cleavage. I didn”t pull away. That gave him the courage to rest his hand on the back of my knee. Slowly he began to move it upward along my thigh. By the time he reached my bare pussy his tongue was licking me between my boobs. Now it was my turn to moan as a skinny finger slid into my wet slit,

“Stand up Miss Lombardi,” he told me, his finger still inside me. “Open your blouse!”

I did as I was told, and as my breasts fell free in his face, his free hand grabbed a fistful of tit. His lips closed over first one nipple and then the other. His finger was no longer just in my pussy, now he was frigging me with it, and pressing on my clitoris with his thumb. I couldn”t help myself. I moaned for a second time.

“You are a tramp, a dirty little whore, you do know that don”t you Miss Lombardi?”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Artimis, I”m a slut. What do you want of me?”

“Strip off that blouse and skirt Miss Lombardi. I”m going to give you what you have been asking for.”

I was in awfully deep, a lot deeper than I wanted to be, but I shrugged the blouse off my shoulders. He spun his swivel chair toward me, and took his hand away from my cunt. I opened the buttons on the side of my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stood there quietly between his knees, naked now except for shoes, hose and garter belt. He was leaning back in his chair, looking up at me, his eyes feasting on my body, a leer on his lips.

Emotionally I was caught in the middle, on fire but holding my breath hoping that he wouldn”t go any farther. I knew, however, what was certain to come next. He was every bit as hot as I was, maybe hotter, and he clearly wanted more from me.

“Down bitch!” Take my cock out and suck me!”

Why did I keep on? I don”t know, but in lighting my fire, Clyde has indeed made a slut of me. I dropped to the floor, sitting on a hip, my upper body supported by my arms over his thighs. I unzipped his fly, and reached inside for a semi-hard, very long but thin, penis. I lowered my head and began to suck him.

I had promised myself last night that I wouldn”t let things go this far no matter what Clyde wanted of me, but here I was naked between the knees of a man almost twice my age giving him a slutty blow job. Next he meant to fuck me, and I was going to let him do that too. How did I get myself into this? Damn Clyde Horner. I love him so much, but sometimes I wish I had never heard of him.

Too late now. I am in heat. In two weeks I have gone from semi-frigid to nympho. Even this ugly old man lights my fire now, so what else can I do? I know what I must have next. A dick is in my mouth, and as soon as I can make it hard, I want it deep in my cunt.

“Stand up Miss Lombardi,” he ordered. “At my age we can”t waste my cum now can we? You do want to be fucked don”t you?”

I was true. I did want to be fucked. “Yes Sir,” I told him. “I need your dick inside me. Fuck me Mr. Artemis! Please fuck me! HARD! FUCK ME HARD!”

I was no sooner back on my feet until he too was standing, and from behind me he pushed my upper body face down over his desk. I spread my legs without being told. Behind me I could feel his finger probing in my pussy. I was so wet! I swear I could hear the sound of “squish, squish” as he finger fucked me.

Then as suddenly as it came, his finger was gone. Twice I felt him probe searching for my core, with what could only have been his cock. He found my cunt on the third try, and with a single push he slid that long thin male shaft down my love sleeve all the way to my womb. Buried to the hilt inside me, he reached forward with one arm and grabbed a handful of hair. Cruelly he yanked my head back, reining me in as if I was a mare whose gallop he needed to control.

He was right. I was wild, and riding this old man”s cock I was his mare in danger of jumping the fence and running away. I was so ready that even on that first thrust and orgasm had swept over me, and the thereafter they kept coming, one after the other, rat-a-tat-tat. I wanted more and urged him on in hoarse whispers. “Damn you…, you horny old bastard. Fuck me! Fuck me! More! Give it to me! More!”

And fuck me he did for another four or five minutes before I felt his cum fill my insides with warmth. His ejaculation spurting inside me set me up for one last thundering explosion that rocked me from head to toe. Behind me I could hear him calling me dirty names, but how could a slut like me resent that? It was certainly true enough, and anyway, “Sticks and stones may break my bones…”

“Arhhha!” You bitch! You whore! Take my load. That”s what you want isn”t it, a load for your pussy? You”re so tight, so good! What a prize slut you are.”

It was right then that the door popped open. Standing there with a camera up to her eye was that blond twit that I had fixed Clyde up with as a blind date the night Alan Seeger had taken us all out on a dinner date.

“Smile at the birdie Mr. Artimis,” was all she said as the camera flash went off.

“Miss Claire,” my boss sputtered. “What are you doing in here Miss Claire? GET OUT!”

“One more for the road Mr. Artimis,” she said as the flash went off again. “Can I assume you have changed your mind now about firing me?” and with that she was gone.

My boss sort of collapsed behind me, his prick gone soft from ejaculation and shock. Quickly, however, he recovered enough to turn on me.

“Get out whore! GET THE HELL OUT!” he screamed at me. “You and that little blond bitch have ruined me. I should have known…, seen it coming. You set me up for your pal didn”t you, you little whore?”

I was as stunned by this turn of events as he was, but this was not the time to argue the point. I too wanted me out of there, and I didn”t need to be told twice. I pulled on my skirt and blouse and fled to the ladies room in a panic. I was so full of male goo that it must have been leaking from between my legs all the way down the hall.

Straddling a sink, I struggled to improvise a douche and clean my pussy. I did the best I could to wash up and make myself presentable, but it was pretty hopeless. I was flushed, my makeup was beyond repair, my hair was a mess, my slutty costume was all rumpled, and it didn”t hide much of me anyway. When I returned to the office I still looked very much freshly fucked.

My boss met me at the door from the hall. “I think it best if you go home now Miss Lombardi. I will sign your time card out as ill. Don”t return until next week. We will talk further about this then.”

I was willing. I fled to my car and raced home. Unable to face myself or the world, as soon as I was in the door I swallowed a couple of pain pills I had on hand. They mercifully knocked me out, and I slept away most of the day until it was time to prepare Clyde”s dinner.

By the time Clyde arrived, I had recovered some. Our meal was in the oven, I had redone my hair, I was bathed, naked, collared, and perfumed, and waiting at the door like a good harem concubine. He hugged me, then had me help strip him to the buff. I loved that. His smooth bare skin under my fingers felt wonderful and calmed me after my awful day. I tried to suck him but he wouldn”t have it. Still, even the sight of his cock, and the feel of it in my hand, lifted some of my depression.

As we ate I told him all the details of what had happened in my boss”s office that morning. He didn”t seem surprised at Janet Claire”s unexpected appearance on the scene. In fact, other than an enigmatic little smile of approval, his expression remained impassive throughout my story. Once or twice, however, I did catch a suspicious mischievous glint in his eye that I didn”t understand until later.

When we were finished eating he led me off to my bedroom on a leash attached to my collar. He doesn”t need that awful leash anymore, although I admit that being led off to bed excites me. He knows that of course, but his main reason for using the leash is to humble me. It does too, and I hate him for it because I know that on his leash I am nothing to him, just female flesh he is leading away to fuck for an evening”s entertainment.

“Stand at the foot of the bed facing me, and spread your legs,” he ordered as he began to rope first one and then the other of my ankles to the very bottom of the bed legs. He had never tied me in quite this way before, and I couldn”t figure what he had in mind. I was apprehensive and asked what he was doing. “Shut up” was his only reply.

Once both my ankles were secured, he pushed me roughly backwards onto the bed. I landed on my back with my legs hanging off the end of the bed, bent at the knee, but spread wide. I lay on my back across the bottom half of the bed, well down from the headboard with a sizeable gap between of open bed above my head. He stretched my arms straight up above my head and bound them there tightly.

“Clyde, my love,” I begged him, “you don”t need to tie me anymore. I am willing! Take me any way you like. I am here to service your every wish and fantasy. Just tell me how I can please you.”

His reply was brutal, “An obedient captive of a desert sheik does not question what is done with her. I”m afraid you need more pain training. Perhaps another session with the switch will remind you to respect my decisions.”

The threat of a switching (or was it a promise) shut me up and I said nothing further. Clyde knelt on the floor at the end of my bed and ate my pussy for a delightful ten minutes or so. I again wondered, however, why was I tied so far down at the foot of the bed that he had to kneel on the hard floor? When he finished driving me up the wall with his tongue, he inserted into my spasming cunt a plastic dildo shaped like a big cock. He was fucking me with it when the door bell rang.

He left the awful thing sticking in me as he stood to answer the door, and I panicked “Please Clyde, don”t let anyone see me like this. Please, please! I will be so ashamed and humiliated.”

“Why is that Rose Anne?” he asked pointedly before he left the room. “Is it because the Sisters of Mercy would not approve?”

I heard the front door open, then only some whispering, He was gone a very long time. The longer I waited, the more my heart sank. I just knew it. The bastard was going to put his slut on display to entertain some buddy of his. My God, how that would shame me.

At the same time, however, what an erotic picture I would make sprawled helpless across the end of my bed with a plastic cock in my swollen and sopping cunt. That image in my mind was enough by itself to send an orgasm bubbling up from my ovaries. I did sooo need to be fucked. If this disgraceful pose was the price I had to pay to have a real flesh and blood cock in me, then so be it. I had barely accepted my fate when the door opened, and standing there with a big smile on her face, and bare ass naked, was…, Janet Claire!

“Your co-worker took a couple of interesting photographs today, Clyde began. I was sure you would want to see them so I invited her to drop by and give us a look.”

Clyde held up two pictures already in frames up for me to see. In both I am stooped face down over my boss”s desk. My breasts are pressed flat against the fine mahogany top, but my feet are on the floor, and my legs, sleek in black nylons, are spread wide. My boss is standing behind me with his hand on his cock. Both our faces are clearly identifiable.

In the first picture, Janet caught us at a vital and intense moment of passion. The old man is buried in my pussy, and his mouth is open as if gasping for breath. My head is up, reined backwards by a skinny hand yanking on my hair. The very tip of my tongue protrudes from my lips, and “orgasm” is written all over my face. White cum is seeping from around his cock and beginning to run down my thigh. In the second photo, my head has turned toward the camera, my mouth is wide open, and that look of orgasm has been replaced with a stare of shock and confusion. My boss”s mouth is also still agape, but this time as if saying something. His cock has come out of me, but it is still hard, and the semen splattered across my bare ass glistens in the light of the camera flash.

“These are pretty damn good shots, Rose Anne,” Clyde tells me. “I”ve never seen any better of a woman being bitch fucked. Lots of action there! I think tomorrow I will hang them on the wall here in your bedroom for the good Sisters to see every day. When they realize what a slut you have become, perhaps they will leave you for good.”

“Anyway, you have saved Janet”s job. That old reprobate has been patting her on the ass for a couple of months now, and was going to fire her unless she agreed to suck his dick. Then you come along like the 7th cavalry to save the day. He won”t dare do anything now. If he tries to fire either of you, he and his firm will get their ass sued off for sexual harassment and he knows it. Janet here is so grateful to you that she wants to do something nice to thank you.” He turned to the blond bitch and asked smirkingly, “Isn”t that so Janet.”

The little whore wasn”t exactly enthusiastic about her answer, but she did nod “yes” before Clyde continued, “Well, you go right ahead and eat Rose Anne”s pussy. I can tell you from experience as she loves to have her crack licked.” With that Clyde reached down and pulled the plastic cock from my cunt and laid it on the bed between my legs.

“No, Clyde,” I pleaded with my master. “I”m not into women. I don”t want her to do that. Please don”t make her do that. Do with me what you will, but not with another woman, Please.”

“You are just asking for the switch on those tender thighs my sweet Italian bitch.” he refused me. “Trust me! Janet is a first class cunt lapper. You are going to love her technique, and I”ll bet you will be begging her to get you off before she”s done. You had better be…, or she gets the switch too.”

“Go on now Janet. Pay no attention to Rose Anne”s bull shit. She”s gonna love it. Make her cum on that talented tongue of yours or I”ll wear a switch out on your skinny little ass.”

A little grudgingly but without any real hesitation, the naked Janet crawled onto my bed, and straddled my head with her knees. Dropping down over my body, and resting her elbows on the my thighs, she dipped her head to my core. Her tongue pressed its way between my already stretched pussy lips, and even tho I knew what was coming, when it touched my clit she took my breath away.

Altho we were in a classic 69 position, Janet”s pussy was too high over my head for me to reciprocate in kind. I had never eaten a pussy before, and I was grateful that apparently I was not going to have to do so now. That puzzled me, however. It wasn”t like Clyde to miss a chance to make me do something I might think was dirty and humiliating. I was to find out why in a few minutes, but first I would learn how hard it was to resist Janet”s talented tongue.

I”m certain mine was not the first pussy Janet had tasted. She was too good, too thorough, not to have had considerable experience at eating cunt. She began by licking my slit inside and out. Once my clit was standing up like a miniature penis, however, Janet made it the prime target of her swirling tongue.

Clyde was right again. No woman could stand having her clitoris stimulated like that. I began to orgasm, just as he had said I would. As he also predicted, I begged the bitch for more, and screamed at her to keep on licking me.

My surrender was the signal Clyde had been waiting for. As he crawled behind my head and Janet”s ass, I understood why I was tied so far down on the bed, and why Janet was keeping her ass up. It was a position that gave Clyde ample room to kneel behind the little blond bitch, and readied himself to fill her vulnerable cunt with his penis. Lying directly under that ravaged pussy I was to have a ringside view of Janet being fucked by a cock I thought of as my own.

First Clyde”s fingers spread her cunt. Her labia began to swell with blood even before he started to finger fuck her. Then a finger disappeared inside her, then two, then three. She was so hot and ready, I think she could have taken his whole hand without a whimper. By the time Clyde was finished frigging her, Janet was so wet that her juices were dripping down onto my face.

Abruptly, he straightened up, aligned his hips with his target, and in a single stroke took Janet in her cunt. The blond bitch screamed, whether from pain or pleasure I could not tell, but his thrust shoved her forward driving her nose and face into my pussy.

Overwhelmed by the sensations flowing from our cunts, both Janet and I lapsed into a series of continuing orgasmic spasms. Clyde, however, had something more in mind. He would pump three or four hard strokes into the cunt hanging over my nose, then pull out and feed his erection into my mouth. I could taste her on him of course, but I didn”t care. It was enough that I was sucking on my man”s sweet meat.

He would be coming soon, and I meant to steal his jism away from the pussy was fucking. That would not be easy, however. I was allowed to suck only for a few moments before Clyde would pull away from my mouth, and plunge the great penis I loved back into the cunt I had come to hate.

The competition for Clyde”s semen continued apace in a dead even struggle. Clyde would let me suck him awhile, then take his contested phallus out of my mouth, and shove it back into Janet”s shaved pussy. Once returned there, I could only watch helplessly as the friction of her pussy lips grabbed at the silky smooth skin of his hard-on. Stroke, stroke, stroke, Janet took cock, screaming with excitement at every stab of that great weapon, but I was in misery until it came my turn again to suck him.

In fairness to her, however, even as I despaired watching my man”s cock sliding in and out of this other woman”s pussy, Janet”s tongue never let up licking my crack, and I never stopped cumming. With two orgasmic women under him, Clyde was also very close to a climax. Would he last another round of this fuck and suck? Yes, he is pulling out of her once more. He will return to my mouth, and I will have one more chance to bring him off. God, what a lover he is.

It was all to no avail, however. He was in Janet”s cunt when I saw the sack around his balls tighten and I knew I had lost. Of that first great ejaculation, only the seepage from around her pussy lips fell to me. Bless my master, however. He knew what distress I was in, and he pulled out of her in time to turn his second and third semen blasts onto my face and into my open mouth. What I caught of him tasted so good, the best and sweetest male seed I believe has ever been on my tongue.

I would soon pay for my pleasure, however. Clyde had not forgotten my earlier disrespect and arguing. Once released me from the bed, Clyde moved a small low coffee table to the center of the room. He made me stand on it with my legs spread while he shoved that plastic cock back in my pussy. Then I was told to raise my arms straight up over my head.

I stood there in terror of what was to come while Clyde played with my tits, at first only with his hands, but later with his mouth as well. His tongue, lips and teeth tortured my nipples until they were hard as rocks. A woman in heat is super sensitive to both pleasure and pain. Clyde knew that, and he was purposefully lighting my fire before beginning my punishment. The cruel bastard!

Then came the ultimate indignity. He handed the switch I had carefully cut for his use to that little blond whore, and told her., “Whip her Janet. Start on her legs and make her dance. I want to see her tits flop. Be sure she screams, however, or I will make you take her place.”

I saw Janet”s eyes light up. Oh yeah, she was eager enough to make me scream all right. I begged Clyde not to do this to me.

“Oh please master, not a woman! Not her! It”s bad enough that she is here watching. Beat me if you must, but don”t let her be the one using the switch on me.”

“You are arguing again, Rose Anne. That only earns extra cuts. Begin Janet. Hit her where you will! On her legs! On her ass and belly. On her back and on her tits.”

Oh God it hurt so. The cuts of that limber branch across the back of my thighs and my belly were so awful, but nothing compared to those on my breasts, particularly when they struck me across my nipples. I screamed and cried, begging them both for mercy, but Clyde only again reminded me that I had argued with him and protested against his orders.

Only when I swore to do better and to never question his decisions again did he relent and tell Janet to stop. I don”t think she wanted to. I promised myself if the situation was ever reversed, as some day I knew it would be, I would pay the bitch back with interest.

When it was over Clyde sat on the edge of the bed holding his arms out to me. A hard-on from watching Janet beat me jutted upward from his lap. He called to me, “Come here sweet thing. Remember our agreement. After a slave has been switched, she must be fucked. All is forgiven now. Come sit on my rod. Take me inside you, and I will make the pain go away.”

Of course I could not resist. With my back to him I crawled onto his lap and let myself down on the great cock I loved so. For a long time he allowed me to sit there motionless impaled on his sex, enjoying the sensation of my pussy full of man meat. All the while, however, I was showing him my love by doing my very best to squeeze him with the muscles of my vagina. He responded in kind by reaching around me to play with my tits and nipples, massaging away the hurt from the switch.

Gradually he split his knees forcing me to spread my legs as well. At his command Janet sat on the floor before us and licked my clit and what her tongue could reach of his cock. I came and came. Oh God, after my suffering, to be fucked to a release like that is paradise. I have never had such pleasure, from having a man inside me. No woman ever has. The hurt from my punishment was nothing compared to sex like that afterward. Pain and pleasure, somehow they merge together and become the same thing. Clyde understands me so well.

That night all three of us slept in my bed with Clyde in the middle. The next morning Clyde had Janet and I both up at dawn and in the shower with him. We had barely finished washing his cock and balls when Clyde ordered Janet on her knees for a blow job. I was so envious. She had already sucked him hard and stiff by the time I remembered my last shower with Clyde.

that is paradise. I have never had such pleasure, from having a man inside me. No woman ever has. The hurt from my punishment was nothing compared to sex like that afterward. Pain and pleasure, somehow they merge together and become the same thing. Clyde understands me so well.

That night all three of us slept in my bed with Clyde in the middle. The next morning Clyde had Janet and I both up at dawn and in the shower with him. We had barely finished washing his cock and balls when Clyde ordered Janet on her knees for a blow job. I was so envious. She had already sucked him hard and stiff by the time I remembered my last shower with Clyde.

I was quick to beg. “Please Clyde, kind master, do you remember? Soap me and take my ass again. Ride me! Let me be your bitch. Please Sir, put me on my knees and stuff my rear hole. Butt fuck me until you spill your seed in my rectum.”

He smiled, obviously pleased with me and my request. His hands on my shoulders pushed me down to join Janet in the bottom of the tub. There on my hands and knees, under a rain of warm water, my loving master mounted me from behind. With the help of lots of slippery soap, he filled my bowel first with nine inches of hard cock, followed by his full load of cum.

Even better, as Clyde fucked my ass, Janet the bitch was on her back under me licking my empty pussy. After he finished in me, Clyde made the little blond whore clean my ass hole with her tongue. It was a wonderful way to start a day.

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“Epilogue”: The sisters of Mercy he are gone now, for good I think. My orgasms come easily now. Clyde has moved in with me and sleeps in my bed every night now. That is the good news. The bad news is that he brought Janet Clair with him to share our bed.

He fucks her regularly. Worse, he insists that I insert his prick in her cunt, and then makes me watch while she enjoys the penis that is mine. When he is done, he makes me use my mouth to clean their mixed love juices from his cock and her twat. On the other hand, he treats her no differently when I am the one he has chosen to hang on the end of his dick. I am sure that then she is also jealous and suffering. Not that Clyde gives a damn either way. It”s just his way of keeping us both in line.

Mr. Artemis and I have reached a discrete accommodation in our relationship and as to my duties as his secretary. I do not come to the office dressed as a slut anymore, but I give him a blow job every couple of days, and, on the second and fourth Friday of each month he fucks me at a local motel. My salary has almost doubled.

I have no idea what the future will bring. It”s my hope that Clyde will marry me, but I admit that that is more than little doubtful. If not him, however, perhaps someone else. As a whole woman, for the first time in my life I feel that a life”s mate may be within my reach. Whatever, in the meantime I have at Clyde”s cock to light my fire even if I must share it with a blond bitch.

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