March 19, 1999 - Date I started this story (just something I'm in the habit of doing).
Internet - Original story name.
My review: Idea came from a story I read in a news group, about a woman being recognized by her naughty pictures on the web. I took out some of the cruelty and abuse, to get a single X (no violence, just sex) rating.
Warning! You know it by heart ... This story contains sexual encounters between adults. Words which some people may find offensive are used to express situations and activities.
If you are a minor, or easily offended ... STOP, DELETE, and LEAVE.
This story is intended for the personal reading enjoyment of adults.
All my stories are completely fictional, the names used are purely fabrication. Any reference to relatives or cities, is for storyline convenience. No implication intended or implied, to persons living, and especially not dead!
No animals were injured while writing or testing this story.
***** Story Begins!
Lunch time! My favorite part of my day. My name is Susan, I am a Procurement Manager for a medium sized office complex in a major city. Basically, this job kind of grew around me, I was doing all the buying, before the higher ups decided we needed someone in charge of purchasing and control. I was assigned an assistant, Eric from the mail room, to help me inventory and deliver supplies to the various departments. The only problem was, that we didn't have an office for me, so I improvised. I had carpenters enclose a portion of the storage room for my office, with a door both into the storeroom and to the main office hallway. This still left a door into the storeroom, that entered from the next hallway. This is were my story begins.
Quite by accident, I found out I could clearly overhear conversations occurring in the storeroom. I had stayed in for lunch one day, awaiting an important phone call. While waiting, I leaned back in my chair and leaned my head back into the corner. When I turned my head to read the clock on my desk, my ear pressed against the wall.
I could hear several men talking and joking, in the storeroom. I knew that Eric and a few of his former co-workers from the mail room ate their lunches in there. I didn't care, since all the cabinets were locked and Eric always kept the room spotless.
Apparently, I had just missed a joke, as I listened to them guffaw and congratulate the jokester, Eric. The joke must have been a sexual one, since the conversation got quite intimate and revealing. It was a thrill hearing them discuss their wives, girl friends, and even fellow workers. I listened intently, hoping, yet a little afraid that they might talk about me.
I never had been a flashy dresser or anything, like some of the younger girls, but I think my body is still in pretty good shape. For a thirty-something married woman, anyway. Before they got to mentioning any of the less obvious women, my call came in.
I had forgotten all about it while on the phone, and lunch was over and the room quiet after I hung up. Right then, I decided to pack my lunch from that day on, only going out to eat on Friday, when everyone else did.
Each day at lunch time, I would lock my door and get into my listening position. I heard some great jokes, and found out which man liked which woman, and what he wanted to do to her! My name came up from time to time, general consensus, nice, pleasant, great ass, and definitely married. This bothered me, to know they thought I was a prude or something.
Then, about a week or two into my surveillance, I heard reference to the Internet news groups, and pictures posted there. From the descriptions and laughter, I was sure they were female nude pictures.
This reminded me of my husband David, he had mentioned wanting to buy one of the new digital cameras, that hooked right up to the computer. When I asked him why he needed it, he had jokingly suggested taking nude pictures of me and posting them on the Internet. I had laughed at the idea at the time, but I was getting excited, thinking of the men talking about naked pictures of me. I'm glad my door was locked that day, as I rubbed myself to an orgasm listening to them talk, as I considered the possibilities!
The next morning at work, I got busy, I studied all the features of every digital camera and called around for prices. I had it sent overnight to my office, so I could present it to David that week end. He was stunned when he opened the package, since it wasn't his birthday or anything. I told him I just wanted to get him something he wanted, since we had more money now with my recent promotion. He hugged and kissed me, then went to work on learning the camera.
I was sitting in the living room reading, when he walked in and said smile. I struck a pin-up pose, with my one hand in my hair fluffing it up and the other resting on my hip. He snapped several shots as I rolled around on the couch. The final one was of me laying on my stomach looking up at him. I knew the picture would show most of my tits, since my sweater was baggy and I wasn't wearing a bra!
"Great." Was all he said as he ran to the computer room, with his camera clutched in his hand. I followed, to see what he was doing. He connected the camera to the computer, as I looked at the pictures he had been practicing with. One was of the wall, one of his foot held up in front of the wall, and one of me sitting in the living room taken from the hallway.
"Great camera, babe!" He gushed. "Telephoto lens, low light, and lots of memory!" I was hoping his memory would remember why he said he wanted the camera. My pussy was actually tingling as I watched my breasts come into view!
"Let me post that on the Internet." He pleaded. "I want everyone to see the hot woman I'm married to." I wanted to scream 'Yes, yes, do it', but I knew it could cost me my job.
We discussed some ground rules. Number one: I got to approve all pictures prior to posting them. Two: All pictures would be stored on a Zip disk and hidden away from the computer (In case of friends visiting, or the computer being stolen). And, three: I would do the actual uploading. Mainly, to make sure the pictures went to one specific news group, the one the men at work visited!
David agreed to all my rules, as we blurred my face, then uploaded it right then. He wanted me to pose for more, so we went to the bedroom. I changed into a frilly dress and lace panties, and laid back onto the bed. My dress rode up to expose my legs, as I again started to writhe around and flex my back and pelvis. I made a comment about my husband's dick straining his pants.
He unzipped himself with one hand and flipped his stiff dick out. I faked a little scream, and raised my dress up to cover my face, as he snapped away with the camera. I had him put the camera down, and we undressed each other and made impassioned love. I came several times, thinking of the men at work discussing me on Monday!
I was very nervous, as I waited for the noon critics meeting. I was listening before anyone arrived at their private break room. The conversation was light hearted and general to begin with, mostly about work. As the lunches were consumed, the language became looser and finally the Internet was being discussed!
I knew it was my picture they were talking about, since I heard the name 'Lucy' mentioned. That is the name my husband and I decided to call me on the news group. They all wanted to see me completely naked of course, but the photos seemed to be well received! I had three orgasms as they went over the finer details of my body. It was at this point I realized they had actual hard copy pictures in the room with them! I could imagine the problems, if a Vice-president caught them printing dirty pictures on our color laser printer!
David and I became quite daring with our picture taking, going out in public where I would show some tit or panties! It wasn't long before the lunch time critics noticed the pictures were of places in our very own town. I was even more careful from that point on, to ensure that there would be no clues to my identity.
It quickly became necessary to be more revealing, since a woman with the handle of Cheri was getting more attention than I was. I allowed my husband free rein in the picture taking, and he welcomed the chance to show me on the Internet. The day they talked about my naked breasts, I came twice, as they wished they could tit fuck me. The day after my bare pussy was revealed, I was coming so often, I lost count!
Once I had gone all the way, and allowed a naked picture of me to be posted, I knew I needed something new, to hold their attention. We went back to public areas, where I would raise my skirt without panties, for a quick photo. Once, I stripped naked in a wooded area of the park, then leaned against a big tree, as joggers passed by on the path on the other side. I got so horny that day, I forced David to screw me right there in the woods!
As the weather got colder, we retreated to indoor shots. I would sit in a crowded bus station, and put my heels on the seat and spread my legs, for a beaver shot! My husband was always eager to step up the excitement level, and suggested taking sex pictures.
I was hesitant at first, until we tried it once. I was hooked! My pussy looked so good, with his dick pushed halfway inside, and I had an orgasm as the camera clicked. I was so anxious to get the pictures uploaded, I made a critical mistake.
I was concentrating so hard on making my face unrecognizable, I forgot to disguise the back of my husbands head, of all things! It was a picture of me sitting on the sink in a bathroom at the Airport, while the camera was remote clicked from a tripod. When I saw the picture on the Internet, I worried that somebody might recognize David's reflection in the mirror, or his unique balding pattern. His bald spot actually looked like a three leaf clover! My husband laughed at my fears, telling me that there were a lot of men going bald in the city. Still, I was quite a bit more vigilant after that scare.
Sometime afterwards, I invited about twelve people from work to our apartment for an early Christmas party. Eric and his wife Debbie were there, but none of the other critics were. The party was going quite nicely, and I had danced with each man at least once, while David did the same with the ladies. As the party wound down, I noticed Eric sitting on the couch, studying the material. I walked up to him, and he asked where I had gotten the material for the sofa. I couldn't remember, but told him I had a sample of the material somewhere. He made me promise to bring it to work on Monday.
I almost forgot about it, except David asked me on Sunday what Eric and I were talking about. I found the sample in a drawer where I keep scraps of material, if I ever try to sew. On Monday, when I handed over the sample, Eric looked at it closely, then looked at me really strangely. I asked if he was alright, and he blinked a few times and said yes, then thanked me for the sample and walked away. I forgot all about it, and went to work. About three that afternoon, Eric came into my office carrying a simple folder. I assumed he had a question or problem concerning an order, and was completely unprepared for his first statement.
"Hi Susan, or do you prefer Lucy?" He said with a grin. I was slow to understand what he was talking about, since I was still thinking about work and orders. "Don't deny it, I have the pictures ... everyone." As he waved the folder in front of me. I must have been given away by my look, because he grinned even wider as it dawned on me what he was talking about.
"What ... ?" I started, several times, as he just sat there and grinned at me.
Spreading the pictures he presented his proof, in order. The balding cunt licker (his words), same hair color, locations near work or home, and the final piece, the sofa pattern in my original tit shot! I stared at the pictures as tears rolled down my cheeks, I was ruined!
As I looked up to Eric, he seemed worried that I was crying. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I started to thank him profusely, when he stopped me.
"I won't tell anyone ..." He repeated. "Since you are going to be very nice to me, starting right now." I sat there dumbfounded, as he went to my door and locked it! He returned to my desk and helped me to my feet. "Now Lucy, take off your clothes, all of them!" I refused outright, until he mentioned that the rest of the office might like to see the way I acted on week ends! I pleaded with him, to no avail. "You will continue to be the boss, but you will also be my personal sex slave." "Doing what ever I tell you ... and I'm telling you to take off your clothes!"
I sobbed, then looked at the pictures one more time, then began removing my clothing. I paused at my bra and panties, causing Eric to pick up a picture of my crotch exposed to full view of the camera. "Hey, I've already seen it, now I want to smell it!" Again with that nasty grin.
I dropped my bra onto the desk, then lowered my panties to the floor. "Very nice!" He said, as he seated himself in my chair, and unzipped his pants. "On your knees Lucy, and pull out my dick and suck it til I come in your mouth!" Dropping down onto my nice plush carpeting, I reached in and snaked out his almost rigid member.
"Take your time, Lucy." He joked. "Don't want you to choke on it, the very first time!" I looked up at him, as he smiled even wider. "That's right, you will be sucking my dick a lot, probably once a day, or more!" I was about to refuse, when he grabbed handfuls of my hair and forced his dick into my mouth! Once he was inside, I figured it didn't really matter, and started to suck his dick the way I do my husbands. Eric had different ideas of a blow job and soon I learned to extend my tongue to lick his balls, as I deep throated his dick. When he came, he shot deep in my throat, forcing me to swallow all of it!
I tried to get away from him, but he still held my hair tightly. "Suck me hard again, I want a piece of that pussy you like to show off!" He used my hair like handles as he worked his slimy dick in and out of my mouth. Soon, I felt his dick twitch back to life, causing more sperm to ooze from his piss hole. I swallowed without thinking, just praying it would be over soon.
When he was hard enough, he laid me on my back on my desk. Lifting my legs, he placed them on his shoulders. With his damn smile, he looked down at my naked body, as he dropped his pants to the floor. "Lucy, put my dick in your pussy!" He said as he nudged my crotch area with his stiff cock. I reached down, and alined his dick with my vagina, like I had so many times before for my husband. This time though it wasn't my husbands dick that started to force its way to the depths of my pussy. It was a fellow worker, someone I thought was a friend!
I was amazed at how easily he penetrated me fully! My pussy responded very quickly to his intrusion, I was sopping wet! I had an orgasm as he screwed me, raped me, on my desk. He was almost brutal, as he pounded my pussy! I came at least three times before he shot his second load in to my clenching cunt! I was actually begging for more as he withdrew his limp dick. I laid on the desk as he approached my face, and placed his dick once more inside my mouth. I suckled him gently, as I removed all of the juices from our union.
When he was cleaned up, he lifted me to my feet, and walked me into the storeroom. He wiped my crotch off with a paper towel as he explained what I would have to do for him. He promised that he wouldn't tell anyone what he had found out about the pictures. And, more importantly, he would not share me with anyone else in the office. I was glad to hear that, but asked him about someone not from the office. To which he merely told me he hadn't decided, yet! When I was fairly clean he seated me on their lunch room table and pulled a Polaroid camera from the shelf. I recognized it as the one we used to photograph property, for insurance coverage. I was going to refuse more pictures, but he convinced me I had no choice.
Eric told me that he needed an insurance picture of me, posed just like in the one photo. I pulled my heels up onto the table and he snapped a picture of my wide open crotch, still leaking his sperm!
Returning to my office he gave me further orders, wear skirts or dresses, with nothing underneath covering my pussy. I assumed he planned on fucking me quickly throughout the day, and get blow jobs on request. There was one thing I had to ask.
"Uh, Eric, how long is this going to go on?" I asked as soft as I could, praying it might be just a week, afraid it might be a lot longer.
Again, the smile returned. "Until you decide you don't care who sees those pictures, or I decide I don't want you anymore." "And, don't try to look dumpy, or get fat!" "I know some guys who would fuck you, even if you weighed 300 pounds, remember that!" I didn't doubt him a bit, and started to pull on my clothing. Eric picked up my panties, slipped them into his pocket, and walked out the store room door. I quickly straighten myself out as good as I could, then sneaked down to the ladies bathroom to freshen up. The rest of the day and night, I worried about what Eric would want tomorrow. My husband didn't suspect a thing, and even photographed my adulteress pussy from extremely close up that night!
I was a little bit more than nervous the next morning, when I went to work ...
Part 2 has been written and will be posted soon.