M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part 3

      Bill and I had a nice supper and while we were watching TV he slipped his
arm around me and began kissing me as he rubbed my breasts. "Umm, not wearing a
bra. You must have known I was horny," he said as he slipped his hand under my
Tee shirt and began to tweak my nipple.

      I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants and, to my chagrin,
the first thought that came to my mind was how small his cock was compared to
Mr. Washington's! I quickly pushed that thought out of my head and opened his
fly and stroked his already turgid cock.

      "Oh baby, that feels so good. I have been hard as a rock for two days
wanting you," he mummered as he pulled me up from the couch and led me to the
bedroom. He began to pull off his clothes and I knew the moment of truth had
arrived. I pulled my tee over my head and then skinned my shorts and panties
down and kicked them to the side. It was a classic double take. Bill glanced
over at me then back toward the bed then his head spun around and his eyes
nearly popped out of his head.

      "My god! What did... is going... I mean, you know, you don't have any
hair there," he exclaimed, pointing to my crotch.

      "I had to shave myself. I had a skin infection of some sort and the
doctor said I will have to keep myself shaved for awhile."

      "Oh baby, I think it looks sexy as hell. Get your ass over here now!"

      I went over to the bed and Bill took his time and all and then we fucked.
It was good but I was not able to come. After the way my sex had been stretched
I could barely feel Bill's cock in me. Bill muttered something about what was
wrong and I told him not to worry (I was doing enough of that for both of us)
that I was just tired.

      The next morning I dressed like normal for work and then when Bill left,
I quickly stripped and put on a tight white sweater and green mini skirt. I had
found a pair of black heels that I had worn to a costume party. They had nearly
4-inch heels. I could barely walk in them and the tight skirt just added to my
little, whore-like small steps. I looked at myself in the mirror and when I saw
how much like a slut I looked, I went to the phone to call Mr. Washington and
tell him to go ahead and prosecute me. I dialed his number and when he
answered, I knew I couldn't face it and I hung up. I got in my car and headed
for my first day as the company slut.

      There was a note on my desk to report to the pharmacy when I got to work.
Gina had me come into her office and then told me she was going to swab my cunt
to check for disease. She had me sort of lay back on her desk and she took a
cotton swab and pushed it into me and twirled it around a bit and then removed.
She put it into a long test tube and told me I could go.

      The remainder of the week was pure hell. I could see the looks from my
co-workers and hear them whispering behind my back. I knew that I did indeed
look like a slut and after being fucked, smelled like one. The rest room was
one floor down and across the building from Mr. Washington's office. This meant
I had to take a flight of stairs (I would never let myself be in the elevator
smelling of cum) and then walk across a floor full of cubes with cum running
down my thighs and my own smell intermingled. Mr. Washington had me come to his
office two more times during the week. He fucked me both times and as hard as I
tried, I found my body betraying me as my orgasms became ever more intense and
frequent as his cock seemed to find all the right places in me. By weeks end I
was almost wishing he would call me to his office on Friday but he did not. I
almost dreaded spending the weekend at home. Not only would I be with Bill but
I would not be able to be fucked by Mr. Washington until at least Monday.

      I was two hours late for work on Monday since I had to take Bill to the
airport in Nashville. When I arrived I was greeted by cat-calls and jeers. I
could not imagine what was going on. When I got to my desk I found my manager
waiting for me. "I want you in my office immediately," she said and we both
marched into her office. After I had entered she closed the door and went to
her desk and sat down. She motioned me to sit.

      "I have a letter here from Mr. Washington," she began as a lump rose in
my throat. "He is promoting you to audit supervisor, effective immediately"

      "But, I thought Glen Thacker was the audit supervisor," I muttered, both
relieved and shocked.

      "Glen has been demoted and transferred to Accounts Receivable."

      "I can't believe that. Glen was one of the best people we have and one of
the most liked people in the department! What happened?" I asked in shocked
disbelief.

      "You know damm well what happened! You have become Mr. Washington's,
pardon the expression, little whore! I normally am happy when one of my people
get a promotion. But when they get that promotion on their back, it just makes
me sick. Now get out of here and get your desk cleared out and your things
moved to your new office."

      As I walked back to my desk I could see my co-workers looking at me with
disgust and hate. I knew that Mr. Washington had done this just to further
destroy me. It had nothing to do with my abilities as I found out when HR
called me to sign the paperwork for my new position. I was actually receiving a
$2500 per year cut in salary!

      After I got my things moved into my new office I received a call from Mr.
Washington. He wanted me to come to his office immediately. With both dread and
anticipation I went, thinking I was going to get fucked again. However, when I
got there, Mr. Washington asked me to come over and look at his new desk. When
I walked over to his desk, I noticed there was a computer monitor built into
the top of the desk. As I looked at the monitor, Mr. Washington pressed a
button on the desk and the spreadsheet was replaced by what looked like a view
of an office. Then as Mr. Washington pushed some other buttons, the view
changed as the camera zoomed in and out and moved up, down, right, and left. I
suddenly realized that I was looking at my new office.

      "Yes my little slut, that is your office. Not only can I see everything
in your office, by using this headset, I can hear everything that is said. I
think you will soon find out why I had this installed over the weekend. Now get
back to your office and get to work."

      I almost asked him why he did not want to fuck me but I thought perhaps
he was no longer going to use me. Maybe he had arranged all this so he could
reduce my pay and watch me so I didn't take anymore commissions. I might even
be able to dress normally again. I would ask him soon.

      I returned to my office and looked around. Try as I might, I could not
see the camera. It wasn't long before I forgot all about the camera as I began
to try and get into my new job. My new team was openly hostile and it was
apparent that they blamed me for the departure of Glen. I knew that I would
have a hard time winning them over. But now that Mr. Washington was no longer
going to use me as a slut, I felt I had a chance. I worked until about 9PM and
then went home, exhausted, but feeling somewhat relieved that my ordeal was
soon to be over. And with Bill's new job, the pay cut would not hurt too bad.

      The next morning I almost decided to dress in a normal fashion but I
thought I had better check with Mr. Washington first. So I donned my usual,
slut-style outfit and headed for work. I purposely got there an hour early so I
could get to my office before most people arrived. That was one good thing
about my new job. I had an office so I didn't have to parade in front of my
co-workers all day long.

      At ten my relief came crashing back to reality. Mr. Washington's voice
suddenly jarred me out of my concentration on work. "Good morning slut. I hope
you didn't think I have forgotten about you. My big, Black cock is getting hard
just thinking about your White-slut cunt. I'll bet you have missed being fucked
by a real man," the voice taunted.

      And again my body betrayed me as I felt myself becoming a little aroused
at his voice and what he was saying. Yes, I thought, I do miss being fucked but
I will never let him know that. He continued, "Look in the bottom right drawer
of your desk."

      I opened the drawer and there was a large, black dildo and a video tape
in the drawer.

      "Place the tape in your VCR and play it. While your watching the video I
want you to fuck yourself with that dildo. I want you wet and hot when I fuck
you this morning. And don't forget, I'll be watching."

      I just sat there for a few minutes, my mind reeling, wondering if this
were all a bad dream. Then I got up and went to my door to lock it only to
discover there was not a lock on the door.

      "Ah, I see you have discovered your door does not lock. I think you will
find the thought of one of your co-workers walking in at any minute will add to
your excitement," the disembodied voice of Mr. Washington echoed through my
office. "And I think you should take your skirt off so you don't stain it."

      Beaten, I returned to my desk, removed my skirt, and sat down in my
chair. I pressed the play function on the remote and suddenly the screen sprang
to life with an image of me, bent over Mr. Washington's chair, as his cock
sliced in and out of my cunt. I was moaning and begging him to fuck me harder.
I noticed that the camera angle was such that anyone watching could only see I
was being fucked by a Black man but they could not identify the man.

      As I watched, I realized I was becoming aroused. I picked up the dildo
and began to rub it against my clit, then sliding it up and down my slit. As my
arousal built, I slide to the edge of my chair, and spread my legs wide and
pushed the dildo into my aching cunt. Soon I was matching the rhythm of the
cock on the video, slamming it home and then pulling it out. I was nearly
reaching orgasm when a knock on my door caused me to freeze in terror. I
managed to push the off button on the remote and slide my legs under the desk,
the dildo still buried in my cunt. I grabbed my skirt, threw it across my lap,
and mumbled "Come in."

      The door opened and Mary, from the audit center came in to give me a
report. "Are you all right," she asked as she placed the folder on my desk.

      "Yes, just a little sinus infection I guess," I replied.

      She sort of shrugged and wrinkled her nose and turned to leave. As she
left the office I realized that the smell of my arousal must be permeating the
office. I pulled the dildo from my cunt and put it in the draw and was about to
wipe my self with some Kleenex when Mr. Washington's voice intruded once again.
"Whoa there, I want that White cunt wet and randy. Get your ass up here now so
I can finish what you started."

      I pulled on my skirt and headed for his office. Again I noticed the
stares of my co-workers as my tits bounced in my sweater as I minced along in
my high heels. Mr. Washington's secretary gave me a very knowing look as she
told me to go right in that he was expecting me. I enter his office only to
find him on the phone. He motioned to sit down while he finished his call.

      After he hung up, he said, "Get out of those clothes slut and come over
here."

      After I had removed my clothes I walked around to the back of his desk.
As I approached I could see he was not wearing anything below the waist. His
Black cock was pointing nearly straight up and I could see some pre-cum
glistening on the tip.

      "Come over here bitch. I want you to straddle me and put this man's cock
in your cunt," he said as he waved his massive cock at me.

      I approached him, put my right leg over his left and reached down between
us and grabbed his cock. I slowly lowered myself until I felt the massive head
pushing my lips apart then I settled down, letting all of his cock bury itself
into me. As the head pushed against my cervix I shuttered involuntarily. Then I
began to raise up until I felt the crown of his cock slip past my lips then
lowered myself again. As much as I hated what I was doing, my body craved the
feeling as his cock plunged and stretched me to pleasure I had never before
experienced. My motions continued to increase in tempo until I was bouncing up
and down, moaning and biting my lip to keep from crying out. Then I felt him
stiffen and wave after of wave of hot liquid splashed against my womb. The
feeling of his cum, boiling inside me, caused me to lose all control and I came
violently, time and time again.

      After he came, he nearly pushed me off his lap, as he stood up and
grabbed a towel and began to wipe himself off. When he finished and put the
towel down, I reached for it to clean myself.

      "What the fuck do you think your doing slut?," he roared as he grabbed
the towel from me. "Sluts don't wipe their cum from their cunts. They us their
fingers to clean their cunts and then lick it off, just like a bitch dog in
heat. Put your fingers into your cunt and scoop out my cum and let me see you
eat it."

      I reached down between my legs, put two fingers inside me as far as
possible, and then pulled them out, sticky and covered with our mixed cum.
Slowly I brought them to my mouth and began to clean them.

      "That is how a slut keeps herself clean," he said as he pulled on his
pants.

      "From now on you will not let your husband fuck you. I don't want his
White ass cock in any cunt I am fucking. Do you understand?"

      "But, what am I going to tell my husband?," I stammered, the words
squeaking from my throat at the thought of telling Bill we couldn't have sex
anymore.

      "You dumb cunt. Why the fuck do I care what you tell your White-ass
husband? You remember that Gina swabbed your cunt? Well that was to get a
sample of your husband's cum. I will have Gina checking your cunt every morning
or so and if I ever find any cum from that sick ass White husband of your's, I
will make you wish you were dead. Now get the fuck out of here."

      I dressed and nearly ran out of his office. The tears were streaming down
my face as I made my way back to my office. I knew I was a sight, my hair
messed, my clothes not straight, and I could feel cum running down my thighs. I
could only hope that I could get to my office before the cum got below my skirt
hem. From licking my fingers I knew also that I smelled of sex. I reached my
office, went in, closed the door and collapsed in my chair.

                                To be continued