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(MF, nc, wife, oral, voy, v) *** Rob Connors sat alone in the small anteroom just off the foyer. He could hear, but not see what was happening in the larger room across. The doors to both rooms remained open and the hard tile surface of the entry way served to make the sound carry with surprising clarity. He had listened intently as the sharp click of high-heeled pumps sounded on the hard surface and then softened slightly as they reached the hardwood flooring in the larger room. It was his wife who was now standing in the entry way of the larger room. He was so aroused by what was happening that his heart pounded and his breathing became ragged. His erection tugged against the crotch of his slacks. Diane had dressed carefully... as she knew was expected. She smoothed the skirt on her blue knit dress and walked into the room. The heels of her navy colored high-heeled pumps clicked dully on the hardwood floor. She blushed as she looked at the muscular man who sat looking at her with a bemused grin on his face. Stopping just inside the door, the lovely blonde grasped the hem of her dress skirt, raised it high on her nylon covered thighs, placed one high-heeled pump behind the other and curtsied. The man nodded his approval. The lovely blonde then stepped out of first one and then the other of her high heels, leaving them standing upright in front of her. She stood in her stocking feet on the hard floor. Her legs, ankles and feet were attractively displayed in the taupe color, reinforced toe nylon stockings she wore. The curtsy was a gesture of respect. Removing her shoes was a sign of her submission... a requirement of her new master who smiled and said, "Very good, Mrs. Connors, continue..." The sound of the male voice controlling his wife sent a jolt of excitement through Rob. He so wanted to get up... to peek around the corner, across the hall... watching. Instead, he remained seated and let his hand touch his crotch. Diane Connors reached behind herself and lowered the back zipper of her dress. Sliding the garment down exposing her lacy lingerie and darker stocking tops, she stepped out of it. She padded in her stocking feet to a nearby chair and laid the garment on it. Returning to her high-heeled pumps she once again stepped into them. The rules were simple... dress on, shoes off; dress off, heels on. The attractive, thirty-eight year old blonde turned and faced the seated man once again. She was wearing a white lingerie set consisting of lacy top brassiere, panties and garter belt which was attached to the darker top bands of her taupe shade nylon stockings. She stood with her nylon covered ankles and navy high- heeled pumps held tightly together with her arms at her sides... the position of attention... as she suffered the greedy inspection of the thick-set man. At his signal, she walked forward before him enduring his inspection as his eyes wandered from her attractive face, down her lingerie clad torso, further down her nylon covered legs to the pointed toes of her high- heeled pumps. Diane held her position until he signaled with his hand and she dropped slowly to her nylon covered knees in front of him. The lovely lingerie clad woman knelt on her nylon covered knees, legs straight out behind her, the toes of her pumps on the floor. Having heard the rustling of clothing and then the clicking on his wife's high heels on the floor, moving farther into the room, Rob could not contain himself. He undid his zipper and let his pulsing shaft flop out of his pants. Greedily his hand grasped it. Looking up, Diane's hands went to the man's pants, unbuckling his belt and lowering the zipper. Reaching her dainty hand into his shorts, she pulled out the long, thick shaft which was already hard with pent up lust. Doing as she knew she must, she moved her head forward, opened her mouth wide and slid her lips over the end of the massive cock. Slowly she began bobbing her head up and down, saliva forming in her mouth as she did. "Lovely, Mrs. Connors," the seated man said as he caressed her blonde hair. "You have learned your place well. Now serve me... but first show your gratitude by telling me what you are doing." Diane had little choice but to comply with his request to further debase herself. She had removed her dress, dropped to her nylon covered knees, unzipped his fly and with absolutely no waiting, she had thrust his massive, waiting cock to her lips. "I am on my knees... sucking your... cock as sign of my respect..." Diane slowly opened her mouth. Placing his hands behind her blonde-haired head, he eased her forward so his cock went deeply into her mouth. Diane used her mouth as if it were a hot pussy. The lovely married woman bobbed her head up and down, trying not to gag. Listening to his wife being ordered to her knees and admitting to sucking cock sent Rob to the edge. His hand excitedly stroked his cock. Precum leaked freely. He didn't care as she stroked and listened intently. The now excited man urged Diane to increase the tempo of her sucking. Diane could feel the head of his cock starting to throb, then suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He quickly grabbed it and aimed it at her mouth. "Open wide, Mrs. Connors!" he said in a husky voice, "You are about to receive a nice hot load of cum, your first of many!" The thick-bodied man suddenly moaned in ecstasy as he continued to pump his cock and then... the shock of hot sperm shooting on her face, onto her lips, into her mouth and on her tongue. He aimed his cock so not a drop was wasted, then thrust it back into her mouth, so it acted as a plug! He continued to fill her mouth with his cum. "Swallow, Mrs. Connors," he said in a taunting voice, "You are going to have to get used to having me use your mouth as I please." The man kept his cock in her mouth until Diane swallowed every remaining drop of his cum. "Oooooh, very good, Mrs. Connors," he chortled, "I am sure that you will become a superb cock sucker and my friends will be delighted!" Across the hall, Rob Connors spurted nearly in unison with the man whose cock his wife had dutifully sucked on her nylon covered knees. The thought of his lovely wife stripped to her lingerie, nylons and high-heeled pumps and then kneeling to suck cock send him over the edge. Hot cum spurted and sprayed the rug in front of him. Trying to get his handkerchief from his pocket, he collapsed back in his chair. He would be told when he could put his now dangling shaft back into his pants. The Beginning... The upscale event at the hotel had been a fun evening. Maybe the wine had clouded her judgment, but the man had seemed so helpful as he offered to direct her to the parking garage. Instead she had found herself in an unoccupied room. Diane had noticed the bulge in his pants with horror. The excited man had moved forward and tried to press his crotch against Diane's expensive, sleeveless black cocktail dress. She had pulled away nearly tripping in the tall black leather high-heeled pumps on her nylon covered feet. "No!" the man had spoken sharply, using a tone of voice calculated to establish control. "You're not leaving yet. You're going to suck me off first." He had waited while the frightened woman digested his words before continuing. The thought of the executive's snooty wife being forced to wrap her sexy lips around his cock had been irresistible. "And I am not going to cum until you do it right! Do you understand?" Once again, Diane had listened looking startled at this requirement, but nodding her agreement. Trying to buy time in hope of an escape, she would have agreed to anything. The man had then continued his verbal assault on Diane. The distraught woman had been ordered to her nylon covered knees and waited quietly, head down, seemingly resigned to her fate. Her skirt, modest by intent, had ridden high on her rump, exposing the darker top bands of her nylon stockings and long, slender nylon encased legs and bare thighs right up to her panties. The man had leaned down to whisper some final orders in the frightened woman's ear. "Keep your hands behind your back, holding up the hem of your skirt, Diane!" Diane, crying, had moved to obey. Her trembling hands had hesitantly pulled her short skirt up, completely exposing her nylons, lingerie and backside. "Now," he had continued, rubbing his crotch, "I'm going to spank you until your new friend is ready to cum, so you'd be well advised to give him your best efforts!" He had patted Diane's head for effect. Feeling the man's hand Diane had knelt up on her nylon covered knees and the pointed toes of her high heels on the carpet... waiting for her 'new friend'. She had looked up to see that the man was standing in front of her, his cock hanging limply from the fly of his trousers. "You new friend's not very stiff yet," he had said, smirking down at the executive's attractive wife who knelt with her skirt pulled up over her nylons. "But don't worry, he will be by the time you're finished." This had been too much for Diane. Mouth held firmly closed, she had turned her head away from his dangling cock. He had bent over the humiliated woman and raised his palm. SLAP! "Ow!" Diane cried, recoiling from the impact. She had instinctively dropped her hands to protect her reddening bottom side. "Stay Still!" the man had ordered, "And keep those hands on your skirt!" Sobbing, Diane had obeyed, once again pulling her skirt up on her nylon covered thighs to expose her darker stocking tops. "Now open your mouth," she was ordered. "Unless you want to be spanked some more..." SLAP! Diane had trembled as his large hand was once again brought painfully down onto her exposed bottom. But following orders, she had opened her mouth as wide as it would go. The demanding man had looked down at Diane Connors, enjoying the sight of her pouting lips opening to accommodate his stiffening member. He had decided that he could get used to this. As he had slipped his cock in, he showed her palm again, and Diane had started energetically sucking on him. A few seconds later the large man had grown visibly harder inside her mouth. "Come on my dear, Mrs. Connors! Open up. Let me see your pretty little tongue licking your new master's cock!" He had watched in delight as the compliant wife obediently ran her pink tongue all around his cock head, collecting his salty juices as she licked. The man was soon groaning in pleasure at the sight of the woman kneeling before him in absolute submission. Impulsively, he had put his hand behind her head and forced it towards him, sliding his cock down her throat. "Let me feel your throat around me, Mrs. Connors!" he had ordered, voice hoarse, as he slid his length of throbbing manhood deep into her face. "Aaahhh - feels so good!" The sight of the executive's wife sucking his cock had heightened his feeling. Gasping for air, Diane had tried to pull back, but her assailant had held her head so that she had no option but to take the whole penis deep in her throat. Gagging and choking, Diane had accommodated it as best she could. The sucking had continued for some time. When the man had reacted like he was just about to cum, he had suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Time for act two," he had declared. "I want to cum in your hair, on your face and your dress, Diane. Lick and touch me until I cum all over you!" Diane, momentarily unrestrained, had tried to stand up. She had wanted desperately to get away! No job could be worth this degradation. It had been a futile effort, however. As she had begun to pull herself to her feet, the man had grabbed her by her shoulder and forced her back to her knees. She had knelt again with nylon covered knees together and black high-heeled pumps placed with heels together and toes pointed squarely at the floor. There had been no escape. Hand firmly gripping her hair, he had leaned forward and whispered: "I'm going to give you thirty seconds, Diane, dear. If I'm not finished in time - if I haven't cum all over you - then I will be cumming up your ass. It's your choice!" Fresh sobs wracking her, Diane had started frantically licking and sucking at the man's cock, pre-cum dripping down her lovely face and smearing her carefully applied make-up. She had used her long, slim fingers to masturbate the man while bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock head. She had felt her hair being tussled as the man wrapped it around his cock using it as a make-shift cunt. Then the man had pulled open the arm hole of her dress, pushing his cock under her bra strap and against her shoulder. He had pushed his cock down into her cleavage, masturbating it up and down. For her tormentor, however, it had still not been enough. "You've got twenty seconds, Mrs. Connors!" he had warned, gritting his teeth. "Say slutty things about yourself while you get me off!" The terrified socialite, her mouth off his cock, after coughing, began to speak. "I'm a slut..." she had said, her voice faltering as she cried in shame. "I'm..." "Be more dirty!" he had demanded patting Diane's tear- stained face. Diane had choked back her sobs and obeyed as best she could. The man whose cock she had been sucking began to run his hand up and down its well- greased length, all the time keeping it pointed directly at her face. "Cum... Cum on my face!" she had cried. Desperate to make the man cum before he carried out his threat of raping her ass, she had begun to lick at the cock in front of her, speaking as best she could between slurps. "Make me a sticky mess. Cover me and make me your cum bitch." Acting as quickly as she could, Diane had serviced the cock, licking, sucking, rubbing, kissing... doing everything possible to make him cum all over her. "Say your name... tell me what you are," the man groaned. This was the ultimate degradation, but Diane complied, "I'm Mrs. Diane Connors. I'm a dirty...cock sucker. I'm a slut... I'm a bitch... Cum all over me!" That had done it. The cock in her hand had begun to jerk. "In your face, Mrs. Connors!" the man had hissed, grabbing Diane's hand and directing the cock as the first string of sperm flew through the air and landed on her face and in her pretty brown hair, by that time mussed by the handling it had been given. The standing man had emitted a deep groan, his cum then spraying the upper part of her tits and dress and dripping down towards the raised skirt and nylons beneath. Humiliated, but thankful to have succeeded in making the man cum at last, Diane had squeezed every last drop from the man's cock, aiming it all somewhere on herself. Jets of thick, white cum had sprayed her face, hair and dress. When he was finished he had stood back to admire his work. Diane had remained kneeling, gasping. Her expensive dress was by then stained with white sperm, the thick fluid dripping down the material as it congealed and dried. Smears of glistening white sperm had marked, slug-like, the trails it had taken down her face and upper chest, and her hair had spots matted with glistening cum. "You make a good cum pig!" had remarked the freshly sated man, laughing at the kneeling, crying woman. "Fancy someone finding you looking like this in a bedroom with another man!" he had taunted. "What a slut! And for the wife of someone in a position of responsibility in the organization? What would the other employees think? What would Mr. Connors think!" Diane had seemed momentarily taken aback. Her humiliation had shown on her face. The man had sighed dramatically, "I hardly think that you could show your face around here if word got out about your... activities?" Diane had just sniffled as if not understanding. He had laughed delightedly. "But of course," he had continued, "I would be glad to lend my assistance." He had looked at Diane, who still dripping with cum, had struggled to her feet pulling her dress skirt down as she did. "Very good, Mrs. Connors," he had murmured, "I'm sure you want this to remain our little secret... and you will do as I say to keep it that way." "Y-yes," Diane had nodded in consent. She had no choice but to play along. Little did she know that her debasement would not remain hidden from her husband for long and he would be drawn in, as well. Having finished, the man had turned to leave, ordering Diane to wait until he was long gone. She had obeyed, standing with her head bowed in shame, looking at a large glob of cum on the toe of her high-heeled pump. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 62