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The Sex Slave Contract (MMM\F,nc,humiliation)
By j.o.writer


This is a work of erotica fiction to be read by adults only. If you are not
an adult or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality
please do not read this story. I can be reached for comment at:

j.o.writer@freedom.net

 Mr. Lynch was very proud of the small company he had built from scratch. It
was a Financial Management Company that handled many accounts. The success
of his business relied entirely on his reputation, which he had taken 25
years to build. This is why he was extremely distraught to learn that his
office manager Miss Taylor had been stealing from some of the accounts.

 Mr. Lynch was scheduled to meet with his manager today at the close of
business. She was unaware that her boss had found her out, the scheme she
had in place had to do with skimming money from accounts of senior citizens.
Mr. Lynch knew because of an internal audit that this theft would soon
become public. Mr. Lynch wanted to avoid having this loss become pubic
information, the adverse publicity would ruin his business, and he would be
sued to return the money.

 "Miss Taylor, I am aware that you have been stealing from my clients." Mr.
Lynch said, to his office manager at they're after hour's meeting. Sandra's
shoulders sagged and her prime posture just collapsed. Mr. Lynch said, "What
do have to say."  Miss Taylor said, "What can I say, it's true, you know
that." Mr. Lynch said, "Why did you do it?" Sandra said, "I did it to buy a
home".

  Mr. Lynch said, "Well from the audit it would seem, you owe this firm
$182,000.00 do you dispute this figure?  Miss Taylor said, "No sir". Mr.
Lynch said, "Miss Taylor, I expect you to repay this theft completely, and
in order to protect the integrity of this firm I will be forced to
prosecute."

 The pretty, big bosomed 22year-old Miss Taylor said, "Please I don't have
the money". Mr. Lynch said "You will have to sell your house before you go
to prison."  "Prison?' Miss Taylor said. Mr. Lynch said, "What do you think,
you stole a lot of money from my clients and if we hadn't caught you, you
would have stole more." Miss Taylor said, "Please I will do anything." Mr.
Lynch said, "What do you mean anything." Miss Taylor with her head bowed
said simply "anything". Miss Taylor's body language left no question she
really meant "anything".

 "Miss Taylor I have had my personal attorney draw up three documents I want
you to sign and I want you to video tape a confession." "If you do this we
can work something out to keep you out of prison, do you agree?" "Yes sir,
Thank you."

 "The first paper you must sign is a confession stating what you did and
why, sign here," Mr. Lynch said, indicating where she must sign. Miss.
Taylor signed the paper. Mr. Lynch said, "The next paper is a repayment plan
agreement, which will not be enforced, If we come to an agreement."

 "Miss Taylor now I want you to video tape a confession". Mr. Lynch was
saying this as he was removing a camcorder from a cabinet. "I want you to
read the prepared confession and then explain in your own words that you
have not been pressured in any way to make this video or to sign the
confessions. The Proper Miss Taylor presented a very creditable video
performance as she read the confession and spend some time talking off the
cuff about the scheme she used to cheat the old people.

 "Lastly Miss Taylor, the final agreement I have for you to sign is your
real repayment plan." Mr. Lynch said. "This document states you will
continue to work for me as an office manager with your present salary." "It
also says, you will be my Sex Slave for a period of 3 years, you will be at
my call during business hours and up to 20 hours per week off the clock,
time to be accumulated if not used." This came as no real surprise to
Sandra; She could tell this is where the meeting was going. It was just the
details she would need to understand but really, she felt she had no choice.
She signed the paper.

 "Miss Taylor, I will allow you to think about this deal tonight. I cannot
for obvious reasons give you a copy of your sex slave contract." "If you
decide you don't want to go through with this I will go to the police
tomorrow. If you complete the three years you will owe me nothing and you
can keep your house." Mr. Lynch said. "If you agree I will expect to see you
an hour earlier than usual in the morning. "Good night, Miss Taylor", Mr.
Lynch said, dismissing his employee.

 The next morning an hour before starting time, Sandra reported to her boss.
Mr. Lynch said, "Come in Miss Taylor and leave the door unlocked". Mr. Lynch
was busy with some papers on his desk and said, "Remove your clothes I want
to see what I'm buying".

 Sandra was very uncomfortable but she started to remove her clothes.  Mr.
Lynch never looked up from his papers he just said "everything". Sandra
stood before her boss completely naked with her hands folded in front of
her; very afraid someone would enter the office. Finally, Mr. Lynch looked
up, and said, " You agree unconditionally do you?" "Yes sir," she said.

 "Good, I want you to understand a few things, I haven't contracted for you
to be my girl friend. You are my sex slave and I will treat you as such. You
will exist for my personal pleasure." " There will be times when I will have
you service friends or business contacts. Do you have any problems with what
I have said"? Sandra said, "... err no sir".

 Mr. Lynch said "Sandra you will never cover your cunt while you are in my
presence". Sandra quickly moved her hands and exposed her pussy to her boss
for the first time. Mr. Lynch said, "Miss Taylor at lunch you will go to a
sex shop and buy a butt plug. You will tell the sales person that you are a
novice at having a plug in your ass and you want help to buy the biggest
butt plug you can accommodate." "You will report to me after lunch, when I
will watch you insert it." "You are dismissed, get dress".

 Sandra stood outside her boss's office wondering if she was doing the right
thing. In some ways, she was a bit turned on by her boss's nonchalance
towards her nudity and the control he had over her. Sandra felt she would
have been able to manipulate a younger man, but that didn't seem likely with
this 50 year-old boss.

 At lunch Sandra went to a sex shop and immediately every head in the place
turned to watch her. Sandra had striking beauty and today she had dressed in
her best business suit hoping to impress her boss. Sandra was never in a sex
shop before and felt very uncomfortable but she knew she wasn't about to ask
a clerk for help. Sandra browsed around the store until she saw some butt
plugs on the wall. She was very embarrassed to be standing inspecting the
plugs, tying to decide which was the biggest she would dare try to use.
Having no experience in these matters, Sandra picked out a moderate sized
butt plug and proceeded to a cashier.

 The thirty something man at the register could see how uncomfortable Sandra
was and decided to have a little fun. "Hmm would you like some lubricant
with this?" "Yes, I guess so, looking behind the cashier Sandra said, "I'll
take a tube of KY-jelly please."

 After lunch, Sandra reported to Mr. Lynch. "Miss Taylor I don't have much
time, I want you to insert the butt plug now."  Sandra felt very strange to
be asked to do something so intimate in front of a man who showed almost no
interest her. She was also uncertain of the actual mechanics of inserting
the plug, there didn't seem to be a graceful way to do this. Mr. Lynch
seeing the uncertainty in Sandra said, "Miss Taylor turn around hike up your
skirt lower your panty hose and insert the plug."

 Sandra opened the bag, removed the plug and the KY, and placed them on Mr.
Lynch's desk. She then hiked up her skirt and lowered her pantyhose as she
reached for the KY jelly and plug. Mr. Lynch interrupted her and said, "Miss
Taylor put some lubricant on your finger and insert it in your asshole to
prepare yourself for the plug." Sandra turned her back to her boss.

 Sandra was now bent at the waist with her very pretty ass on display to her
boss. "With your left hand hold your ass cheek as open as you can, Miss
Taylor". She did as she was instructed. "Now insert your finger with the KY
in your asshole and move it around until you think you are ready to take the
plug."
Sandra didn't feel very pretty or desirable, she just felt debased and used.
She had to wiggle her greased finger in her asshole to make sure she would
be able to get the plug in.  "Miss Taylor put some more lubricate on your
finger and push it in and out of your asshole".

 Sandra thought to herself if this first encounter with her boss was meant
to humiliate her, and show her who was in control it was working. Sandra
felt incredibly embarrassed to be treated this way. Sandra was doing as she
was ordered, moving her greased finger in and out of her asshole. "Ok its
time to take the plug", Mr. Lynch said.


 Sandra reached for the plug kind of scared; she had never done anything
like this before. Mr. Lynch said, "I suggest you completely grease the plug,
you'll find it will go in easier." Sandra did as her boss said, thankful for
his advise after pushing in and out and applying more pressure on her
opening, her tight asshole finally accepted the plug snapping into place.
Sandra released an audio sigh, relived that at least this part of her ordeal
was over.

 Miss Taylor, are you menstruating now? Sandra responded "No sir".  "Well in
that case hand me your pantyhose, you will no longer wear underwear in my
presence without my permission." Sandra handed her boss her underwear. "I
want you to wear stockings with a garter belt, no panties, and high heels,
from now on." "Yes sir." Sandra replied.

 Mr. Lynch said "Report to me tonight at the close of business". Sandra
replied "Yes Sir". "Oh and another thing Miss Taylor, from now on when you
are in my presence you will never sit with your legs crossed, your legs
should always be parted." I want to have easy access to your cunt at all
times." Without waiting for a response Mr. Lynch said, "You are dismissed."

 Sandra walked to the door awkwardly with the plug firmly in her rectum. She
could feel Mr. Lynch's eyes her, knowing he was taking pleasure in her
obvious discomfort. Miss Taylor went back to her desk very much aware that
she was no longer wearing the dark colored pantyhose she was when she went
into her boss's office, she hoped no one else noticed. Sandra sat at her
desk and thought about her situation, her boss was right, if he went to the
police she probably would have to go to jail and lose her home. She was
determined to keep her bargain with her boss.

 That night Sandra went to her boss's office. Mr. Lynch was relaxing with
his feet on his desk, listening to classical music. He lowered the volume
and instructed Sandra to sit on the couch. "How did it feel to walk around
today with a plug up your asshole, Miss Taylor?" Sandra said, "It felt very
uncomfortable, I want you to know it doesn't give me any pleasure at all,
Mr. Lynch." "I really don't care if it gives you pleasure or not, the plug
is up your asshole because it gives me pleasure to know its there." Her boss
said with authority. "When you went to the sex shop did you do exactly as I
instructed you, did you ask for sales help?" Sandra was afraid to lie and
knew she wouldn't be convincing if she tried, she said "No Sir."

 "Miss Taylor tomorrow at lunch you will go back to that shop and tell the
clerk that the butt plug you brought today wasn't big enough." "You will ask
the salesperson to help you pick out the biggest butt plug that they think
you can take up your ass."  Sandra was mortified, she wasn't sure she would
be able to do that, but answered "Yes Sir".

 Mr. Lynch went to his clothes closet and handed Sandra a very skimpy low
cut black dress, a pair of almost transparent panties and a pair of very
tall high-heeled shoes. He said, "Miss Taylor remove all of your clothes and
put these on." "We are going out to dinner. Sandra did as instructed, while
her boss sat and watched her discomfort grow. The dress made Sandra look
like a cheap hooker; it was cut way too low. Her boobs were clearly visible
including her nipples because the top of the dress was much too loose and
the rest of the dress clung very tight and rose up excessively high.

 Mr. Lynch said, Very nice Miss Taylor, please take a seat while I get ready
to leave. When Sandra sat, it was impossible to keep the dress from riding
up exposing her panties. She was at least grateful to her boss that he would
allow her to wear them.

   They went to a small moderately busy Italian restaurant the lighting was
subdued, but easily bright enough to read the menu. When Mr. Lynch and his
office manager walked in every head in the place stared while they were
seated. Sandra couldn't help it but her dress rode up ridiculously high, but
instead of looking foolish, with her great body, the outfit make her look
like a porn star. She tried to sit as demurely as possible, but that only
got her boss upset.

 Mr. Lynch said, "Miss Taylor I will not continually repeat my instructions
to you." "You were told to never close your legs in my presence, is that
right?" Sandra responded in a quiet little girl voice, "Yes sir", as she
opened her legs.

  Mr. Lynch told Sandra "For questioning my authority you will be publicly
humiliated. He said, "Remove your panties and hand them to me. Sandra
pleaded with her boss she was panic-stricken.  Mr. Lynch said, "Now for
you're continued disobedience I will make you get on your knees and blow
every member of the restaurant staff before we leave here tonight, remove
the panties, Now!" Sandra, resigned, simply said, "Yes sir".

 The waiter came over and he was incredulous, Mr. Lynch was a very well
dressed businessman but the lady he was with, was dressed like a
streetwalker. Yet, on closer inspection the lady was clearly out of place,
her hair, nails, make-up and her general bearing was that of a lady. While
the waiter's attention was diverted to, Mr. Lynch, Sandra very quickly
slipped out of her panties hoping no one would see.

 Mr. Lynch interrupted his conversation with the waiter and said to Sandra,
Miss Taylor do you have something for me? The 22 year-old young woman's face
was beet red with embarrassment, as she said, "Yes Sir", and handed over her
panties. Mr. Lynch placed them on the table for all to see and this caused
Sandra's face to turn even a deeper shade of red, She was utterly
embarrassed. It didn't help any when the waiter looked to her lap and
clearly saw Sandra's hairy cunt on display because she had to keep legs
spread apart. Needless to say, she had never been more absolutely mortified
in her young life.

 The table Mr. Lynch and Sandra were sitting at was right in the middle of
the small restaurant. Every person in the restaurant was stealing glances at
the couple. Their food came and for the most part, they ate quietly. Sandra,
for reasons she couldn't fathom was incredibly aroused. Her chair was
literally wet with her dripping pussy juice. She was very much aware that
she was sitting in a very public place with her breasts exposed and her
vagina on display for anyone who cared to look. She had a butt plug impaled
in her rectum, she couldn't do anything without constantly being aware of
the violation of her anus. In addition, she was having vaginal contractions,
just thinking, that soon she would be forced to get on her knees and perform
oral sex on strangers in public.

 Mr. Lynch and Sandra had gotten to the restaurant close to closing time and
the other diners were drifting out while they stayed and talked. Mr. Lynch
told Sandra, "When the waiter brings the check, you will say to him," "To
show my appreciation for such a nice meal, I would love to give you and
every member of the staff a blow-job, talk it over with your colleagues.

 The waiter came and Sandra said her lines, after a long pause, to fully
digest what he had heard, he said, "Count me in, I'll check with the rest of
the guys." He said this, with a huge shit-eating grin. After a few minutes
the cook, the other waiter, the cook's helper, and the dishwasher were
lining up to Sandra's table.

 Sandra got her knees waiting for the first in line. Mr. Lynch said, "Miss
Taylor, I think the guys would like it, if you removed your dress." Sandra
said, "Yes sir, as she pulled the dress over her head. She was now kneeing
wearing nothing but her high heels. Her nipples potently protruded and her
clitoris was very erect. Vaginal secretions dripped down her legs, from the
anticipation of the degradation she was about to experience. The first in
line was the other waiter; he was about eighteen and came almost as soon as
Sandra licked the drops of pre cum from his dick head. He shot off so fast
she didn't get his dick in her mouth, and his whole load landed on her face
and dripped onto her boobs.

 The mid twenties cook's helper was next and he didn't fare much better,
although he lasted a few minutes. His young cock spit out so much semen,
that Sandra wasn't able to swallow all of it, again a good amount landed on
her face.

 Next up was Sandra's own middle aged waiter, It took her a little more time
but the waiter was so horny after serving the virtually naked Sandra, that
he came rather easily. Sandra eagerly drank down his whole load, to the
cheers of the rest of the guys.

 The grossly overweight cook was next; Sandra thought to herself, it's a
good thing I'm on my knees because I'll never find his little wiener
otherwise. It was too difficult to get at his dick so he just dropped his
pants and underwear to the floor. Sandra slobbered over the very fat guy's
dick for quite awhile finally she could feel his prick really harden, she
opened her mouth and put it at the base of the cock and then closed over it,
applying wet pressure over and over again. Finally, he shot his wad, and she
drank down every bit of the salty semen.


 The final person up was the dishwasher; he appeared to be in his late 50's.
He also looked very rough. He appeared not to have shaved for a week or so.
Sandra wasn't sure which odor was more pungent the body odor, the wine, or
the dried piss, she could clearly see on the guys pants. Sandra gave a
desperate look to Mr. Lynch. He said nothing, but his expression left no
doubt to any one, who was in charge, and what he wanted done.

 Sandra, resigned to her faith, lowered the guy's pants and underwear to the
floor. She gagged from the over powering stench of piss and body odor. She
was eye level with his good-sized dick, hanging limp and unwashed. She
looked up to his face, and saw his smirking leering toothless grin, looking
down on her.

 Mr. Lynch spoke up and said, Miss Taylor, I think you should give our
friend's genitals a tongue bath, perhaps that will get him in the mood.
Sandra said, "Yes sir".  The other members of the restaurant staff were
hooting and hollering, watching Sandra, lick dried crusted yellow piss from
the dishwasher's cock and balls. Sandra could hear the guys cheering her on;
she heard more than one of them say "What a slut!" and "What a fucking
whore!". Deep down, She knew they were right.

 Sandra was doing a great job of bathing the drunk's genitals with her
tongue. The dishwasher's prick was getting hard. Mr. Lynch went and got a
mug of very warm water, almost hot. He interrupted Sandra's ministrations
and said, "If you put our friend's balls in the mug and continue to blow
him, I think he'll be able to get his rocks off."

 Sandra submerged the guy's balls in the warm water and it generated an
immediate pleasurable sigh from the man. He got his first firm erection in
years. Sandra held the mug of water while her mouth went up and down on the
stiff dick. The Dishwasher tensed and arched his back, as he grunted, "Oh,
oh, I'm cuming." The drunk came and Sandra swallowed his foul tasting load
too.

 Mr. Lynch did not allow Sandra to wash the semen from her face and body;
she was required dress and leave. As, Mr. Lynch drove her home, she could
feel the semen dry and harden on her face and body as he drove. On the way
there, he ordered her to keep her dress raised with her legs spread wide. He
ordered her to finger herself the entire ride home. At red lights, he would
make certain he pulled up along side trucks.

 The next morning at work, Mr. Lynch said to Sandra, "Miss Taylor stand and
remove all you clothes". Sandra did as she was instructed. The pretty girl
was standing before her boss nude. "Miss Taylor turn around, bend at the
waist, and spread your cheeks apart." Sandra got in the lewd position and
waited for further instructions. Mr. Lynch just sat at his desk staring at
Sandra's asshole spread wide with the ass plug visible. After some time Mr.
Lynch said, "Miss Taylor, sit on the couch."

 Sandra relived to be able to sit, forgot and sat with her legs closed.  Mr.
Lynch said "Miss. Taylor I don't want to continually repeat my instructions
to you." "Whether or not we are alone or with other people you are to keep
your legs apart, in my presence. Do you have a problem with that?" Sandra
quickly spread her legs open saying "No Sir". "That's better," her boss
said.

 Mr. Lynch told Sandra," Miss Taylor, I want you to sit there with your legs
spread wide and masturbate". "When you get excited enough I want you to beg
me to fuck you," Sandra thought to herself that at least if her boss was
naked also, she wouldn't feel so naked herself.

 Sandra leaned back and began to rub her pussy moaning, feigning arousal.
She was saying please fuck me please fuck me. Mr. Lynch approached Sandra
and tried to put a finger in her pussy. Mr. Lynch said "Sandra if you
continue to lie to me, we can terminate our agreement." "Now I'm going to
sit at the desk and give you no more instructions." "I want you to
masturbate as you would if you were alone, when you are aroused I want you
to beg me to fuck you."

 Sandra had no choice this was really humiliating to her; she closed her
eyes and ran her hands over her body. She tried to shut out her boss's
presence. Sandra slowly became more aroused and started to rub her pussy.
Gradually she was becoming more stimulated; she used the palm of her hand to
rub her pussy. Sandra continued to rub her cunt with her hand increasing the
pressure and friction.  Her face became flushed and you could now hear
swishing sounds coming from her wet cunt. She began to moan, asking to be
fucked. This time she meant it; she was very aroused and wanted sex
urgently.

 Mr. Lynch again approached Sandra and stood between her spread legs. Sandra
was now using both hands to rub her burning pussy. Her nipples were erect
and her breathing was shallow, she was rubbing very fast. Mr. Lynch said, "
What do want, Miss Taylor?" "Oh please, please fuck me, I need it please."
That's what Mr. Lynch wanted to hear, he wanted to hear the beautiful 22
year old, beg him to fuck her. Mr. Lynch watching Sandra's hands furiously
rub her pussy, said in a quiet, matter of-fact way "Miss Taylor, I don't
fuck sluts!" Sandra was totally speechless; she was mortified to be in such
a vulnerable position with her naked very wet cunt on display to a man who
held her in such utter contempt.

 Mr. Lynch said, "Did I tell to stop masturbating, Miss Taylor?" Sandra
responded "No sir." Mr. Lynch said " Miss Taylor you will continue until I
tell you to stop." Sandra resumed rubbing her pussy, but with none of the
abandon, she exhibited earlier.

 "Miss Taylor I will be gone a few minutes and when I return I will have a
young man with me.  You will continue to masturbate yourself as you say to
him this sentence." "I would love to give you a blow job and swallow your
cum, but first, please allow me to stick my tongue up your asshole." After
you blow him, you will insist that he give you the spanking you so richly
deserve.

 A few minutes later Mr. Lynch returned with the 20 year-old black
custodian, Willie Jones. Mr. Lynch sat in his chair ready to enjoy the show.
Willie stood before Sandra and said, " Baby you got something you want to
say to me?"

 Sandra said without her usual haughty tone "Willie I really want to give
you a blow job and swallow your cum but first, will you please allow me to
give your asshole a tongue bath?" "Baby I'm all yours" Willie responded.
The very handsome very dark skinned young man was taking off his work
clothes with a huge grin. Willie quickly got down to his Jockey shorts but
was so excited by the sight of Sandra's cunt he was having a hard time
getting them off over his rock-solid eight-inch thick, uncircumcised prick.
Willie was finally able to get his shorts off and stood over Sandra stroking
his impressive dick.

 Mr. Lynch instructed Willie to turn around, bend over, and put his hands on
his knees. Willie got into position waiting for the office manager. Sandra
got on her knees looking right at Willie's ass. Mr. Lynch said, "Miss
Taylor, spread Willie's ass cheeks and see if you can worm your tongue up
his shit chute."

 Sandra did as she was told and held Willie's ass open, shut her eyes and
darted her tongue into the waiting opening. Willie loved every lick of the
office manager's tongue. Willie had been working for the company for a
little more than a year and Miss Taylor treated him like shit the whole
time. He said, "Bitch, snake that tongue of yours up my shit hole and reach
between my legs and massage my balls". Sandra did as she was told and really
tried to get her tongue as far into his asshole as possible. Her entire face
was buried into Willie's ass. She reached between his legs and massaged his
heavy balls, continuing to push her tongue into his now opening sphincter
muscle.

 Mr. Lynch allowed this to go on for at least five minutes, and then told
Sandra if she asked Willie nicely, maybe he would allow her to blow him
provided she drank down all his cum. Miss Taylor took her face out of
Willie's ass and said, "Willie I would love to give you head, can I please?"

 Willie turned around facing Sandra with his throbbing pulsating massive
black dick inches from Sandra's mouth. Willie said, "Sure baby, you can suck
me off". Sandra opened her mouth wide and put as much of the black dick in
her mouth as possible. She continually went to the base of the prick sliding
it down her throat and then she would apply very wet pressure as she
withdrew her mouth doing it over and over. She could feel Willie's dick
bobbing and throbbing uncontrollably. She switched her attention to just the
head of Willie's dick rapidly sliding Willie's prick head in and out of her
mouth. Willie's whole body tensed and he put his hand behind Sandra's head.
He was now standing, fucking Sandra's mouth, pushing his black rod in and
out with force. Willie begun to spurt semen, Sandra tried to swallow as much
cum as she could but there was too much and it was all over her face.

 Sandra tried to wiped the cum from her face but Mr. Lynch stopped her. He
said, "Miss Taylor you wouldn't have cum on your face if you had swallowed
it as you were instructed, you will leave it on your face as a reminder to
obey." Sandra simply said, "Yes sir".

 Mr. Lynch said, "Do you have anything you want to say to Willie?" Sandra
said, "Willie I deserve a spanking will you give me one, Please?" Willie
said, "Sure bitch I'll spank you. Turn around and show the boss your ass".
Sandra turned. "Bitch, spread your legs, bend over, and hold your ankles."
Willie said. Sandra did as she was ordered.

  Mr. Lynch said, Willie give our Miss Taylor 25 very firm slaps to her
ample ass, after which finger fuck her cunt and if she isn't wet by than,
give her 25 more whacks." Willie still naked said, "No problem".

 Willie commenced to hit Sandra's ass very slowly and rather forcefully,
first one cheek than the other, in between each stroke he would take his
fingers and run them between Sandra's very visible cunt lips, slipping his
fingers in her exposed pussy, brushing her clit and sliding an extended
finger up the crack of her ass, only to come down quite hard with another
slap to her very exposed ass.

 Sandra stayed bowed over with her legs spread apart and her hands on her
ankles. She purposely exaggerated the pose, sticking her ass out, putting
her cunt on display. She was tying to just go with the flow. She wasn't
going to fight the situation. She just gave into her fantasies of behaving
like a slut. She reasoned with herself that there was no choice. She didn't
want 25 more whacks to her sore ass.

 Willie continued very methodically to slap Sandra's ass and run his fingers
thru her pussy, and ass crack. Willie's twenty-year-old dick was getting
firmer with each slap.

 Mr. Lynch sat behind his desk with his zipper open and his raging fat
hard-on in his fist. The whole sight before his eyes was a huge turn-on. He
got off on the power he had to command these two naked young people to
perform for his amusement.

 Willie's unrelenting spanking of Sandra's ass continued one very hard slap
after another, Sandra's ass was becoming very red. Her pussy juice was
dripping down her legs, She was really into being humiliated and stimulated
at the same time. Willie stopped spanking Sandra and stood fingering her
cunt hole.

 Mr. Lynch sat jerking off, taking in everything before him, he was watching
Sandra's cunt, hump Willie's fingers. Mr. Lynch's eyes darted between
Sandra's naked body and Willie's bulging big black dick. He told Sandra to
crawl over on her hands and knees and suck him off. Willie watched the
office manager crawl by him, he could easily see Miss Taylor's glistened
inner thighs and knew she was really getting off, by this kind of treatment.
Sandra knelt between her boss's legs and took his fat cock in her mouth for
the first time.

  Sandra treated her boss's fat dick with complete reverence. It was obvious
she worshiped it. She gave the best, most caring oral sex she could. She was
soon swallowing her boss's cum. Her boss was holding her by the back of the
head with his prick shooting cum into her throat. Even Sandra couldn't
understand her behavior. The worse this man treated her the more she wanted
his approval. Mr. Lynch had Sandra lick his dick until it was clean and
soft.

 Mr. Lynch told Willie to get dressed. At the same time he told Sandra with
Willie present she would have to spend one hour each month with Willie,
doing any thing Willie wanted. Sandra simply responded, "Yes sir."

 When she was allowed to, Sandra got dressed quickly. Mr. Lynch said,
"Miss Taylor, I will see you after lunch tomorrow." "Before you leave I
think you should thank me for allowing you to get your cunt as wet as it got
today". Sandra was furious but didn't dare say anything, she said, "Thank
You".  Mr. Lynch said, "Thank you? Thank you for what, Miss Taylor". Sandra
said, "Thank you Mr. Lynch for allowing me to" self-consciously she said,
"Get off". "That's better Miss Taylor, on your way out lift your skirt as
you walk out." I want to watch your ass as you leave, Goodnight Miss
Taylor". Mr. Lynch said dismissing his slave. Sandra held her skirt at waist
level exposing her ass to her boss's view as she walked to the door. Sandra
walked out very awkwardly still unaccustomed to having her asshole plugged.

 The next day at lunch, Sandra went to the sex shop, again drawing a lot of
attention. Sandra had no idea how to pull this off, she was afraid to lie to
Mr. Lynch again. The same unkempt clerk asked her if she needed any help.
She said, "Yes". He said, "Well"? Sandra beet red at this point said,
"Yesterday I brought a butt plug here." The clerk said, "How could I
forget". Well it wasn't big enough, will you please help me pick out the
biggest one you think I can take." Sandra said this with her head bowed, her
face very red, and stuttering. The Clerk said, "Sure sweetheart, You mean
take as in, take home" leaning closer to Sandra he said, "or do you mean
take, as in take up your ass?" This was said with a smirk. Sandra not
knowing how to phrase it said, "I need a large one to put in my anus, will
you help?"

 The clerk said to the other clerk "Al cover for me".  To Sandra he said,
"Come with me" The clerk led Sandra to the back room. The clerk said, "I
guess the only way to know what you can take is to try a couple." Sandra was
very embarrassed to be having this kind of conversation with someone she
ordinarily would have nothing to do with. Sandra was trying to remember the
instructions from her boss; she couldn't and said simply to the clerk "OK".
She felt in this way she could honestly say the clerk helped her pick out a
butt plug.

 The clerk in a much friendlier tone said, "Do you have the plug in now?"
"Yes". "Well while I get a couple of larger ones, remove your skirt and the
Plug." Sandra removed her skirt and was bent over with nothing on but her
stockings and a garter belt. Sandra's incredible ass was sticking out when
the clerk came back. The clerk said to himself holy shit; he immediately got
an erection.

 The clerk said, "Here let me help you take this out". Sandra was grateful
for his seeming kindness even though she could see he had an erection, at
least he was being nice. The clerk knelt behind Jenny, held the base of the
implanted plug, and worked it out of her very desirable anus.  The clerk
could see Sandra's asshole stay open only for a brief time after the plug
was out. He was no expert on these matters but he figured that if this young
woman's asshole closed up, as quickly and tightly as it did, she really was
not very experienced at having a plug up her ass.

 The clerk said, "Here lets try the largest one I think you can take".
Sandra looked at the plug the clerk had in his hand, it was about 9 inches
long and the circumference had to be 3 inches at its widest. Sandra was
horrified and recoiled in fear."  Relax if you can't take this, we'll just
try a smaller one." The clerk said this in a very reassuring voice. First
lets open you up a little, he put a greased finger in her asshole and worked
it around and then he put two fingers in her asshole and worked them in out
of Sandra's sphincter muscle.  The clerk rhythmically moved his two fingers
in and out Sandra's asshole, gradually moving faster and faster in and out.
With his free hand he reached around her and massaged Sandra's pussy. Sandra
was panting obviously very turned on.

 The Clerk stood behind the classy looking young woman, jamming his fingers
into her rectum. The clerk with his free hand unbuttoned his pants and
unzipped them; he dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles. He easily
plunged his steal like 7-1/2 inch long, fat, prick up Sandra's shit chute,
and she loved every minute of it. The clerk stood straight up behind the
bent over young woman and fucked her up the ass. He held her by the ass as
he plunged in and out. Sandra was saying over and over yes yes yes, give it
to me. The clerk was driving into Sandra's asshole like a jackhammer. He was
sweating profusely now and he continued to plunge in and out, with his rock
hard dick.

 The clerk leaned over Sandra's ass and reach for her breasts with both
hands as he continued to move his prick in and out of her brownhole. He put
a hand on each breast and massaged them as he fucked the girl up the ass. He
was pinching her nipples between his fingers as he continued to ram his
prick into her. Finally, he braced himself and stood. His whole body tensed
and he leaned back sticking his meat deep into Sandra's asshole. His cum
shot into Sandra's rear. The whole time Sandra was pushing back into the
clerk with her ass trying to get as much of his dick up her ass as she
could. The clerk leaned over Sandra and again massaged her breasts as his
dick soften, gradually it soften enough that his penis came out. His cum was
leaking out of Sandra's butt. He said "Jesus Christ you're hot." Sandra
said, "You're pretty hot yourself."

 They both stood up and Sandra said, "It's getting late. I have to get back
can you help me with the butt Plug?" The clerk said, "Sure, it should be a
lot easier now". The clerk said, "Let me get you a wet cloth for you to
clean up with". He was saying this has he was pulling his pants up.

 The clerk came back with a washcloth and he had Sandra bend over while he
washed her ass and legs. Next, he picked up the large butt plug, greased it
and started to work it up the pretty girl's asshole. He was right, she was
so opened from being fucked; it went in with very little trouble. Sandra
didn't have the time to think about the fit, she had to leave. Sandra said,
"How much do I owe you." She really assumed he would say nothing. Instead,
he said it was $35.00 for the butt plug and $50.00 for the fuck. She was
shocked but gave him a $100.00 bill saying over her shoulder as she left,
she said, "Keep the change" under her breath she said, "Asshole".

 On the way back to the office, she was thinking to herself. - This is
fucking ridiculous; I've just allowed myself to be fucked up the ass by a
creep, not only that, I paid him to do it.  On top of this, I have a monster
butt plug up my ass. I only hope Mr. lynch will be satisfied.

 Sandra reported to Mr. Lynch. "Come in, Miss Taylor" the door locked behind
her automatically. "Sit on the couch with your skirt raised, please." Sandra
sat with her skirt raised and her legs spread open. "Ha you are a lovely
young woman, when we are alone this is how I want you to sit." Sandra
replied, "Yes sir".

 Sandra, I want to show you something. Mr. Lynch said this as he walked to
the drapes lining one wall of his office. He pulled the cord and the drapes
opened exposing the client meeting room on the other side. The room showed a
conference table on the left and a couch to the right, against the wall
directly in front of the two way mirror was a low bookcase, across from the
couch against the mirror was a low comfortable chair. There were floor lamps
by the couch and chair.

 "Miss Taylor, I use this room to ease drop on my clients and business
associates, this room is wired for sound."  Sandra of course knew about the
room but she didn't know it had a two-way mirror used for violating people's
privacy.

 "Miss Taylor there is a young man waiting to be interviewed for a junior
accounting position." "You will interview him in this room."  "During the
interview I want you to sit in the chair against the wall." "You will ask
this young man if he would be willing to show you his penis in order to be
considered for the position."  "If he goes along with this and removes his
pants I want you to tell him you must see it hard." "How you decide to get
him hard I don't care. You can simply have him jerk-off or you can blow him
or fuck him I don't really care." "You will not divulge that you have an
audience, of course." "Miss Taylor you will keep in mind that you are doing
this for my amusement." I expect a good show if you don't provide one, I'll
just have you continue to interview applicants." You are dismissed, on your
way out lift your skirt I'll like to watch your ass with its new butt plug
in place."

 "Sandra walked to the door with her ass exposed to her boss's view." Sandra
wanted a few minutes to collect her thoughts. She wasn't going to be giving
the chance. She was standing outside her boss's office straightening her
skirt, When the earnest and nervous young job applicant approached. " Hello
my name is John Webster".  He said "Nice to meet you, Miss Taylor" They
shook hands and Sandra led the applicant down the hall. Outside the
conference room Sandra said "Mr. Webster would you please wait for me in
this room, I will be with you shortly. Sandra opened the door and the
applicant walked in and shut the door.

 Sandra stood outside the conference room with her head spinning. She wished
she had time to think. She really didn't want to do this, but she didn't
know how to get out of it. Sandra took a few deep breaths and walked into
the room. John Webster stood when Sandra entered. Sandra picked up a pad of
paper and pen from the table. She walked to the end of the table and
motioned for John to sit on the couch and she sat on the chair against the
wall.

 Sandra made the mental note that John was a handsome young man about her
age.  Sandra asked John routine questions trying to work up the nerve to say
what she had to. Finally, it just dawned on Sandra the strategy she would
use. It might not be right but she decided to treat John the same way she
was being treated by her boss. She of course had to temper her treatment
somewhat because she had to produce a "good show".

 Sandra said, "Mr. Webster, what would you bring to this job." John
commenced to talk about his work ethic. "You will be reporting to me, do you
see any problem having a women boss, John."  "Miss Taylor, I'm sure you will
be happy with me, I would do anything you asked."

 "Mr. Webster if I asked you to stand and take your clothes off, what would
you say?" "Pardon me" I don't understand?" Sandra said "Mr. Webster if you
want this job, I want to see you naked, the door is locked. In 30 seconds if
you aren't standing in front of me nude you can leave, what will it be?

 John was shocked; this came as a complete surprise. John thought to
himself, Christ I really want this job. This would be an ideal job to start
a career. Sandra looked at her watch and John knew he didn't have much time.
John stood almost in a daze and began to remove his clothes.

 Sandra put the pad down and watched the young man. He had a taut thin
muscular body. He removed his jacket and tie and placed them on the table,
next off were the shoes and socks. Next were the shirt and T-shirt and then
the pants. John now stood before Sandra in his Jockey shorts. John was only
22 himself in any other circumstance if he had a pretty woman waiting to see
him expose himself he would have an erection. This situation was different.

 Sandra surveyed John's body with a preoccupied detachment. He was starting
to feel this was more a medical exam a seduction. Sandra said, "John take
your shorts off". John said, "Ok" as he begun to lower his underwear. Sandra
said, "John, my name is Miss Taylor and that's how you will address me."
"John replied, "Yes Miss Taylor," at the same time he removed his shorts and
they fell to the floor at his ankles, John stood covering his genitals.
"John, if I wanted you to cover your penis, I would not have asked you to
remove your clothes. "Yes Miss Taylor" John said this while he moved his
hands to his side.

 John stood before Sandra exposing a thin firm athletic body; His penis was
long, thin and hung flaccid with his testicles dangling invitingly. Sandra
sat inspecting John with obvious attention to his penis. After a few minutes
Sandra said, John I would like to see your buttocks would you mind turning
around. John just nodded slightly as he turned around. The young man stood
displaying an ass; many women would drool over.

 Sandra sat enjoying the view of John's incredible ass. Sandra had to admit
to herself, that she began this encounter with John, partially blaming Him
for her dilemma.  She was having a change of heart, "John turn around,
Please." Sandra said this in a much softer tone than she had been using.
John turned around with a semi-erect penis. Sandra knew that Mr. Lynch was
watching and he wanted a show and if she passed on John, she didn't know
whom she would be forced to be with.

 Sandra said, "John stand between my legs," she said this as she slid
forward on the chair allowing her skirt to ride up exposing her pussy.
Sandra reached up and put her hands on John's ass cheeks, nudging him
forward. She took his dick in her mouth, Sandra put the whole dick in her
mouth savoring the smell and taste of John's prick. John's dick grew in size
and Sandra began sucking his manhood. Sandra opened her mouth and took the
entire dick in her mouth, and then closed her mouth around the dick and
withdrew her mouth applying pressure with her lips and tongue. She did this
repeatedly.

 Sandra began to massage John's balls as she continually took his tool in
out of her very wet mouth. John reached down and fingered Sandra's wet cunt.
Sandra stopped sucking his dick because she didn't want John to cum yet. She
leaned back to remove her suit jacket and blouse, the whole time John
continued to finger Sandra's cunt, he now had two fingers buried in her
pussy. He felt the base of the butt plug in Sandra's ass, but didn't say
anything; he just raised his eyes and smiled.

 Sandra took her bra off and stood to remove her skirt, as she did this,
John cupped each breast in his hands kissing Sandra on the neck. Sandra now
stood with stockings, garter belt and high heels and nothing else. Sandra
led John to the couch and had him lean against the couch, facing the wall
with his hands resting on the headrest of the couch. Sandra knelt behind
John, spread his ass cheeks, and went right for his sphincter muscle kissing
his asshole and sticking her tongue as far up his asshole as she could. She
spread his legs out and held the cheeks of his ass open with her hands while
she gave his asshole a tongue bath.

 John stood spread-eagled with Miss Taylor's tongue wiggling deep in his
asshole, thinking he could easily get used to this job. Sandra withdrew her
tongue, licked her way up the crack of John's ass, and continued licking her
way up John's back until she was standing.

 Sandra reached around for John's very hard dick and turned him around. She
put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him into a sitting position.
Still holding his prick in her hand Sandra swung around and put his hard
prick into her wet Pussy. John sat back on the couch with his legs spread
wide open and let Sandra ride his dick. Sandra was sitting with John's dick
plunging in and out her cunt, facing the mirror massaging her tits.

 Sandra fucked John's dick with exuberance. Up and down, she rode his rigid
rod, almost letting his dick slide out her pussy and then plunging right
back down. Up and down, she was sweating with the exertion. John in turn was
fucking Sandra's sopping cunt, rapidly thrusting in and out. John tensed and
rose off the couch shooting cum into Sandra's pussy. Sandra had a series of
powerful orgasms, knowing Mr. Lynch watched while he let another man fuck
her. John and Sandra both slumped and relaxed, Sandra reached back, touched
John on his face, and said, " You're hired". John replied, "Why thank you,
Miss Taylor". They both laughed.

 Later in the day on her way home, Sandra reported to Mr. Lynch's office.
"Please Miss Taylor, sit down" indicating the couch. Sandra knew what was
expected of her and lewdly sat with her skirt up and her legs spread wide
exposing her pussy feeling like a tramp. Mr. Lynch sensed Sandra's
discomfort at being treated this way, and wanted to further humiliate her.
"Miss Taylor use your hands to open the lips of your cunt wide". Sandra used
her hands to open her pussy to her boss's view. "That's find, sit that way
for a while until your pussy lips stay open by themselves. Sandra sat with
her cunt lips open, feeling totally mortified.

 "Miss Taylor, I must commend you, so far you have made every effort to
comply with my commands. I must admit my attitude towards you has been
greatly clouded by my anger at you, for stealing from me." Sandra said, "Yes
sir". "Miss Taylor if you continue to cooperate, I promise you, I will be
less harsh." "Well Sir", with a bowed head and down cast eyes, Sandra said,
"things have been fine Sir, you don't have to change anything." Sandra
realized she got off on the humiliation and degradation of being a slave.


 Her boss said, "Miss Taylor stand up, remove your skirt and turn around and
bend over and touch the floor bending your knees". Sandra got in the desired
position. Miss Taylor I'm going to take this butt plug out of your ass, I
won't require you to have this up your ass, at least not on a daily basis.
"Thank you, Sir" Sandra said this as she stood, bend over, in her stockings,
garter belt and high heels, spread open for her boss's amusement. Mr. Lynch
stood behind Sandra working the plug out slowly, It would start to come
loose and he would put it back in twisting it as he did. Mr. Lynch continued
to move the butt plug in and out sadistically. Finally, he just pulled the
plug out, causing Sandra to gasp. Mr. Lynch slapped Sandra on the ass
playfully and said, "Miss Taylor take this to my bathroom and wash you're
shit off of it".

 Sandra took the plug with the fecal matter on it, from Mr. Lynch. He said,
as she walked away, "Wash it and leave it on your desk, ready for use".
Sandra said, "Yes sir." She knew this kind of demeaning treatment was
intended to strip away any bit of dignity she had left. She knew her boss
had every intention of turning his "Miss Taylor" into a total submissive,
willing to obey his every command without question. Moreover, she was
looking forward to serving him.

This is the end of the story. I would enjoy receiving feedback, especially
from women, particularly  submissive women  :-)









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