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Cindy Gets Pimped Out By Her Boss
by Anymouse (mroberts142@yahoo.com)

***

My wife's boss has turned her into the company whore. 
(MMF, wife, voy, creampie, cuck)

***

This is part two to how I got my wife Cindy to start to 
fuck her boss. To recap: Cindy was an attractive woman; 
5 foot 5 inch, slim (only 110lbs), long brunette hair, 
with a nice firm C cup breasts that even her preference 
for conservative clothes couldn't hide. 

Over the next few weeks Steve regularly took her to an 
apartment owned by the company. Cindy agreed to go to 
her doctor and get fitted for a diaphragm. The change 
in our own sex lives was immediate, and I was thankful 
for that, even if another man was responsible. 

I had assumed that after succeeding in his quest to 
finally get Cindy in bed that Steve would soon move on 
to some other woman, just as he had done with other 
women. But he apparently recognized something in her 
that he didn't want to abandon just yet.

The company apartment was often occupied, so before 
long Steve was calling Cindy and arranging to meet in a 
motel. Apparently this was so much in contrast to 
anything she had previously done, that Cindy was 
excited at the prospect of going to different motels to 
meet a man. She would ask me first, and if she stayed 
out longer than usual, she would call. 

Cindy would return flushed, and disheveled. My only 
request was being allowed to go down on her spunk 
filled pussy. She would light up a cigarette and would 
tell me everything they did. Rather than being shy 
about the details, she had now grown to a point of 
clearly being proud of the things she could say and do. 
I would love to look up at Cindy as I went down on her, 
cleaning out all of Steve's sperm.

Cindy bought new, more revealing clothes. Her attitude 
changed. She seemed more free and open about things. 
Instead of being embarrassed when men looked at her, 
which they now did more than ever, she seemed secretly 
pleased. Although I had paid a major price for this 
change, I definitely didn't want the old Cindy back. 
For me at this point it was like, "mission 
accomplished." 

But some things you set into motion take on a life of 
their own. 

Suddenly, Cindy was wanting to try everything. No 
longer was I thinking about outside sex; in fact, I 
found myself struggling to keep up with her new sexual 
appetite.

Cindy often mentioned things that she had heard about 
that she wanted to try. Steve must have also felt her 
need to make up for lost time, and since he felt he now 
had some control over Cindy, he decided that this was 
his chance to try some new things with a woman.  

First, they tried bondage. She told me about it in 
detail. He would blind-fold her and tie her spread-
eagled on a motel bed. Because of the blind-fold, she 
could concentrate entirely on the sensation of what was 
happening. He got to be an expert on when she was about 
to come. 

To tease her, he would abruptly withdraw just she 
started to come. Sometimes he would use a vibrator. 
Tied, spread-eagled, she could do nothing; just hang on 
the edge of coming. So, in exasperation she would 
finally start to plead for him let her come. He would 
do this over and over again.

Bondage was a power thing with Steve, of course. He 
would look at her helplessly tied beneath him and say, 
"I want to hear you beg for it." It took a long time, 
but she finally did. I found it hard to believe that my 
wife would beg a man for sex, but that's what he had 
her doing. 

It not only turned Steve on, but, because of the way 
Cindy had been all her life, being able to do this was 
liberating for her. She now seemed to relish pushing 
the boundaries of her new-found sexual freedom.

During one of the bound and blindfolded sessions, Cindy 
said it seemed as if there was another man in the room, 
but Steve had said it was just her imagination.

By this time I was having some definite reservations 
about what was going on, and Cindy apparently hinted as 
much to Steve.

One afternoon Steve asked Cindy if he could borrow her 
car. He said he would drop her off at home and have her 
car back by the next morning. The next morning I 
discovered an envelope with car keys had been pushed 
through the Mail slot in our front door. They weren't 
the keys to her car, but the logo on the keys was 
unmistakable. I checked the driveway. Cindy's car was 
not in the driveway, a new Mercedes was. On the front 
seat was the title to the car in both of our names. All 
we had to do was sign.

Steve then started using a video camera and videotaping 
some of the motel sessions. He made her undress in 
front of the camera, and then he kept the tape rolling 
as he blindfolded her and tied her to the bed. Soon she 
forgot about the camera rolling and then he went into 
the same routine of getting her to beg for sex, and 
finally to climax.

One time he filmed her starting to undress and she 
asked him if she could go and put in her diaphragm. He 
asked her not to.

"Will you get pregnant this time?" Steve asked.

"No I finished my period last week, I should be safe 
this time, do you like cumming in my unprotected 
pussy?"

"You know I do." he replied.

I then got to see Cindy get undressed and saw him enter 
her and fuck her without any protection. 

Despite her objections, he made copies of the tape and 
told her to give one to me. Cindy said I could only 
watch it when she wasn't there. I did, and the woman in 
the tape was nothing like the Cindy I knew. It was 
clear to see that he had her totally under his control, 
and she was responding without hesitation to what he 
wanted from her. He was obviously proud of how he had 
changed her.

Steve took a copy of the tape to his office and teased 
her by saying that if she "wasn't good," he would show 
it people around the office. He placed "one copy" of 
the videotape on his desk in plain sight, a reminder to 
her. It was even clearly labeled "Cindy." Steve saw it 
as a "victory trophy." It was cruel, and for weeks she 
worried about it. But this too had a purpose. That 
Christmas we both got a year's membership for both of 
us in a swanky gym.

Whether anyone else saw the tape is not clear, but 
Cindy said comments around her office about her being a 
prude abruptly stopped. In one instance Steve overhead 
a conversation between a couple of women in the office 
about her, and he dressed them down right in front of 
everybody, ending with something everyone heard, "If 
you want to continue working here, you'll damn well 
watch your mouths." If there had been any doubt, it was 
clear now to everyone that Cindy was no longer just 
"one of the girls." 

At this point I felt I had lost control of this whole 
thing.

I will re-tell a story of one weekend, Cindy and Steve 
met another executive, Bill, in the hotel where they 
had checked in. The three of them had drinks and talked 
for a couple hours in the hotel bar. The man knew that 
Cindy was there for Steve. He was also attracted to 
her. The two men talked when she was in the power room. 

The tree of them went to the man's motel room and Steve 
announced he was going out for a while. Cindy jumped up 
and said, "I'll come along?"

"No, stay here."

She was startled. "But."

He interrupted, looking squarely at her. "Don't 
disappoint him, or me." 

"But, I did not bring my diaphragm with me this 
time!!!" Cindy whispered.

"Maybe he brought a condom with him, either way you 
know what you are here for." Steve added angrily.

He then abruptly left the two of them together.

Steve went to the bar and was clearly drunk when he 
came back an hour or so later. Bill were lying on the 
bed when he came in. Cindy, sitting in a chair smoking 
a cigarette, still had her dress on. The man was 
clearly frustrated. "Jez; you'd think she was a 
virgin."

Steve seemed disturbed. He came over and had her stand 
up. Steve then unzipped her dress and let it fall onto 
the floor. He then undid Cindy's bra, pushed her back 
on the bed, and dragged her panties off. Cindy tried to 
cover her breasts and pubic area with her hands.

He nodded to his friend. "Now take her."

His friend looked at the nude woman on the bed. "It's 
okay with her?"

Her boss glared at her. "It is okay, isn't it Cindy?"

Cindy looked over at Bill and asked, "Do you have a 
condom?"

"No, I thought all that stuff was taken care of," he 
replied.

"Sure it is taken care of, she is just a little nervous 
that is all" Steve interjected, "It's ok for him to 
fuck you with out a rubber on, Right!"

Meekly, she nodded.

Bill got undressed and Cindy moved up further on the 
bed. Bill spread her legs and moved between them. Cindy 
could feel his cock trying to find her opening, and 
when he finally did, he shoved it all the way into her. 
She felt a tear starting to run down her cheek as he 
fuck her. She looked over at Steve, who had a huge grin 
on his face.

In a few minutes, while Steve watched, Cindy felt the 
man come in her. She faked a really big orgasm, partly 
to try to make Steve jealous.

The following week Steve was contrite, even apologetic. 
He blamed it all on the fact that he had been drunk. 
There were gifts of jewelry, he saw that she got a 
raise, and even gave her a company credit card to put 
gas in the Mercedes.

A few weeks later Steve broached another way to push 
the envelope of Cindy's liberation. By now she had 
adjusted to being pushed into sex with a strange man in 
the motel that she had just met. She had also accepted 
the fact that people around the office knew that she 
was Steve's mistress, and even the possibility that 
some men had even seen the tape made in the motel. 

Strangely, she wasn't totally humiliated by any of 
this. I think Steve had convinced her that all this 
represented a kind of breakthrough in her life; which, 
in a perverted way, it was. 

Steve had been turned on watching Cindy with his friend 
in the hotel room. Now, he wanted to demonstrate his 
power over her and watch her give herself to different 
men. The plan was to go to a swanky singles bar and let 
her pick out men that interested her.

After going around the room numerous times and 
carefully looking them over, she would then tell Steve 
whom she had selected. If he approved, he would go over 
to the man and strike up a conversation. If Steve still 
approved, he would say that Cindy was a prostitute, he 
had paid for her for the night, and that he wanted to 
watch her with another man. The man would take a look 
at her (in very sexy clothes and beautiful) and often 
agree.

Steve would get a hotel room and then accompany Cindy 
and the man back to the room. Steve would sit in a 
chair watch the two of them. They knew what was 
supposed to happen, but took different routes getting 
there. Steve liked to see them struggling to get to the 
main event. Each time it was a different show; each 
time it confirmed his power over her.

When Cindy came home after the first time they did 
this, she tried to hide her excitement, but she talked 
about it for over an hour. "God, I just picked him out, 
this really handsome guy, and never even talked to him 
or anything, and suddenly we are in bed together! I 
didn't know I could ever do something like that."

Most of the time, Steve made sure that she did not make 
them wear a condom. I liked that also, since I got to 
end up tasting all of these different men.

One day, when Cindy was talking to me about her 
experiences, she said, "You know in the beginning I 
felt I really got trapped into this. But, I've sort of 
adjusted to 'getting it on' with guys." 

She was quiet for a while. 

"Going up to the room in the elevator, when the guy 
looks over at me, it's sort of a scary and exciting, 
knowing what's about to happen. Steve's made clear that 
for me backing out is not an option; and although I've 
picked the guy out, I never really know how it's going 
to be with him. I like to put on a show for Steve as we 
do it."

She thought about it. "Did you ever think I could let a 
man undress me right after I met him? I mean I just let 
this strange guy who knows he can have me take off my 
clothes. And when I'm necked in front of Steve and him, 
I give the guy oral sex; all the stuff that Steve has 
told me do to. Steve loves to watch me with a guy."

There was silence for a while. Finally she broke the 
said. "Steve doesn't want me to pick out the guys any 
more; he wants to pick them."

I saw it coming; Steve needed to have full power over 
her. "Who will these guys be?"

"I saw Steve talking to one of our clients today in the 
office. They kept looking over at me. Later, Steve said 
I'm supposed to 'entertain' the guy tomorrow afternoon. 
I guess I'm his 'bonus' for something with the 
company."

Liberation or no liberation, this was a step too far. 
"God, now you really are a prostitute bought and paid 
for!" I decided to appeal to whatever shred of modesty 
she might have left. "Won't everyone around the office 
guess what's going on?"

She shrugged. "They used to pay girls a couple thousand 
dollars a night to do this. Steve got the best. So I 
guess in terms of desirability I'm in pretty good 
company. Everybody knows about me now anyway. Steve 
made sure of that. What's done is done; and, come to 
think of it, I never heard you complain before, 
especially about the new car, the club membership, and 
all."

I struggled for a way out of this.

She continued matter-of-factly. "The guy's coming by 
the office tomorrow afternoon to pick me up."

"Why the office, for God's sake?"

"Steve wants people to see me leaving with him, so 
they'll know..."

"That you're a prostitute!"

"Well, at least I don't hear you complaining any more 
about how sexually hung up I am!"

"Okay, you've gotten past that, for sure, and maybe I 
should have seen this whole thing coming and called a 
halt to it before it got this far. But, at any time you 
could have jumped in and said 'no.'"

"Not any more. I can't."

"Can't or won't? Jesus, woman! You always said 'no' to 
doing anything different with me."

She studied me. "You haven't figured it out?"

I didn't know what she was getting at. "I guess not."

"I wouldn't do these things, even if I secretly wanted 
to, unless I was forced."

That took me back. "You wanted me to force you to try 
new things?"

I was upset, and it very much showed. "And that 
includes leaving your office tomorrow with a man that 
everyone knows you're going to offer your very married 
body to as his bonus?

"Well, you sort of encouraged it, at least at first. 
But now it's sort of my job. That's what Steve wants me 
to do. Everybody knows what I'm doing, so what's it 
matter now?"

I was mystified. "Cindy, before this goes any further, 
it's about time you start doing what you want?"

She looked squarely at me. "That's the point; I need 
Steve to make me do it."

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