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Bossing Mrs. Taylor
I’m not sure why I’m writing this. And I definitely haven’t
decided whether I’m going to put this on the Internet or not.
Maybe it’s because I feel a need to tell SOMEBODY what happened
and telling my friends or especially my husband is out of the
question.
Or, maybe it’s because I’ve relived these events so many times
in my dreams and fantasies that writing them down will just add
to my pleasure. I admit that as I begin this description, little
tingles are already zipping around inside me.
It wasn’t really my fault you know. My marriage then in it’s
third year, started out wonderfully. My husband made me feel
sexy and special with his constant attention. Then he met these
two guys at work and started spending more and
more time with them - playing golf, tennis and other activities.
These "other activities" grew into "boys nights out" which, he
confessed, included going to strip clubs. "It’s just a guy thing," he said.
I felt alienated. None of that excuses what happened, but you can
decide if it contributed.
All these things led up to the Christmas party hosted by my
husband’s boss in his huge home about thirty miles away. It was a formal affair, catered by the best restaurant in town. I had met Mr. Zane at other corporate events I attended with my husband. He was older than my 23 years
by almost double. He was handsome, rich, powerful and sophisticated. He dressed like James Bond and looked like Michael Douglas in the movie Wall
Street.
We arrived at the party around 10 p.m. that December night and
were met at the door by Mr. Zane. He shook my husband’s hand
then turned to me. "As always, my dear, you look simply
ravishing.’ We made some small talk for a few moments and during
the whole time his eyes kept darting to my cleavage, which was
somewhat displayed by the low scooped neck in my floor length red
dress. The color set off my blonde hair and blue eyes nicely I
thought - and judging by the wolfish look in his eyes, so did he.
As usual, my husband left me alone a few minutes later to go find
his "buds", so I ended up talking to some of the other women who
were either there by themselves or had been likewise abandoned. During our
little chats I found out that Mr. Zane had recently split up with his
third wife and was apparently at the party unaccompanied.
As the evening progressed, I noticed that every time he was in
my vicinity, he would glance at me. A couple times I even caught him staring.
The more it happened, the more curious I became.
I was standing alone when he finally approached me. "Are you
enjoying yourself Mrs. Taylor?" he smiled. As he smiled his eyes
dropped to my chest and stayed there, openly staring. He even moved a
step closer so he could increase his viewing angle. I immediately felt very
uncomfortable, but also more than a little flattered.
"I’ve never seen you look more desirable, Mrs. Taylor, you’re
easily the most beautiful woman in my home.’ His eyes slowly
trailed back to mine as he spoke. On past occasions, I probably
would have responded with some modesty like taking a step back
or casually positioning my hand to block his view. But tonight I
didn’t. Rather, I felt my back arch slightly, as if it had a mind
of it’s own. It felt good to be…ogled for a change. And the
three glasses of champagne I’d imbibed out of sheer boredom no
doubt contributed to my daringness.
"Mrs. Taylor, it appears my glass is empty. Would you mind
getting it refilled for me?"
"Well...certainly" is the only reply I could manage to his rather
surprising request. As I proceeded to the bar I couldn’t help
but feel his eyes on me the whole time. I was probably imagining
things. The bartender, part of the catering crew, filled the glass
politely. As I turned to walk the twenty feet or so back, I saw Mr. Zane had
indeed never taken his eyes off me. I couldn’t help feeling very
self-conscious, but that didn’t keep me from glancing quickly at his crotch.
My heart missed a beat as it appeared that there was a prominent
bulge below his cummerbund. I felt excited and embarrassed at
the same time. Besides, it served my stupid husband right!
I handed him the drink. He took a small sip and said, "You know,
Mrs. Taylor, I really didn’t need a drink. I just wanted to watch you walk.
Your ass moves wonderfully under that tight dress." I tried to formulate some
snappy response, but before I could he said, "This drink is warm. Get
me another."
It wasn’t a request, it was a command. I looked at him for a
moment as if to question his intent. His face was frozen in that
cool, confidant smile that conveyed absolute power that would not
be denied. It simply demanded cooperation. I took the glass and
did what he wanted.
This time as I walked to the bar, I felt as if a million sparks
were traveling back and forth over my ass. My hips began to
undulate more than normal and I felt myself deliberately walking
slower. God I felt so sexy! As the bartender handed me a new
napkin, I intentionally let it fall to the floor. With my back
still towards Mr. Zane, I bent slowly to pick it up, the
excitement and maybe the champagne making my head swim just a
bit. I could feel the stretchy fabric tightening over my hips as
I purposely teased my husband’s boss. Two could play this game, right?
"I hope you’re enjoying the view, Mr. Zane," I giggled to
myself. As I returned to him, I let my eyes again dip to his
crotch. It appeared that he had enjoyed the exhibition even more
than last time and I thought to myself, "The view from here isn’t
too bad, either…"
I was expecting perhaps a polite "Thank you", but instead he
took the drink from my hand, flashed his perfect teeth and said
"Go sit down Mrs. Taylor…I want to see your legs". Again, it
wasn’t a request; it was a direct order. I felt like protesting
for an instant, but thought better of it. I didn’t really want
to challenge him anyway, did I?
I walked over to a couch where two other women were seated. As I
sat down, Iet the long slit at the side of my dress drape so
that much of my thigh was visible. I felt like a little tramp, but it felt
good.
When I looked in his direction, he was no where in sight. I was
devastated! I was so distracted that I didn’t even realize that
one of the ladies was talking to me. I joined the conversation, still
wondering where he had gone. It wasn’t long before I saw him walk to another
woman across the room. He had positioned himself so that he was
facing me. As he was talking to her Icould see his eyes shift in
my direction. More specifically, in the direction of my bare
thigh. The next time he looked, I slowly crossed my legs. The
slit shifted just as intended. Could he see the tops of my
stockings? Or maybe even a glimpse of my lacey panties? God I
hoped so. I wanted to drive him crazy.
He was being very discreet. Not standing in one place too long,
but always finding a way to sneak a look at my legs which were
getting more bare by the minute. We played this game for some time. I
eventually couldn’t stand it any longer and went back to the bar. He walked up next to me and whispered in my ear "Follow me in ten minutes".
My heart starting pounding. I watched him walk out of the room
and down a long hallway to the back of the house. I looked at my
watch. Ten minutes after one. What was I going to do? I knew the answer to
that before I asked it.
Where was my husband? Would he notice me being gone? I began a
casual search. I found him down the basement playing pool in the
elaborately decorated game room. It looked like it was right out
of a rich man’s private club; wall to wall mahogany woodwork and a
gorgeous antique pool table. My husband was engaged in a racous
game of eightball with three other guys. Talking and laughing
loudly, they all looked like they’d had too much to drink. But
my husband looked like he was much further into the booze than
the others. Typical.
I looked at my watch again. Almost time. My pulse was pounding
and my head felt very light. I walked discreetly down that
hallway. I opened several doors. The rooms were all empty except for one where some guy was groping what was probably his secretary.
I opened the last door. It opened into a large garage. There was
a Porsche I could barely make out in the darkness and a gleaming
black Mercedes sedan. There was a single light on in the
Mercedes; he was sitting in the back seat. I looked back, making sure no one saw me, and I walked towards the car. He opened the door and I slid
in onto the sumptuous gray leather. I wanted to
say something like "I thought I’d never find you" but again he
spoke first.
"Open your mouth Mrs. Taylor." I felt my lips part on command
and my eyes closed automatically in expectation. I felt him
capture my wrists in one hand and pull them back over my head, pinning them there forcefully. And then he was kissing me. His tongue began
exploring every part of my mouth and throat. I remember I felt
like I had been tied up, which I’m sure is what he wanted me to
feel.
"You’re a very hot woman, aren’t you Mrs. Taylor?" He seemed to
enjoy calling me "Mrs. Taylor", reminding himself and me that I
was a married woman - a woman married to one of his subordinates. I think it
made us both feel rather wicked.
With my arms stilled pulled back, he kissed me again. This time
I felt his other hand slide up under the slit in my dress. His
hand forced my legs apart, but I didn’t provide much resistance.
The kiss stopped again. "Your pussy is dripping Mrs. Taylor"
"I know" I gasped as his fingers worked past my very moist
panties. His fingers were in me. He kept talking to me, saying
the dirtiest things.
"You’re a very bad girl Mrs. Taylor. You enjoyed showing me that
tight ass and those long, sexy legs didn’t you? You like being a
little slut don’t you Mrs. Taylor?"
He began working his mouth down my neck as he continued his
comments. His fingers were now fucking in and out of me slowly.
As his tongue reached the valley between my breasts it began
fucking back and forth between them in time with his fingers. My
hips were writhing uncontrollably
I heard him murmur "Cum, you hot little cunt" and I did.
Hard.
I wanted to scream by bit my lip instead. The waves of lust
seemed to last forever. I felt his fingers leave and for a moment
I tried to catch my breath. My eyes were blurry but I could see a long
white shaft stretching out of his black tux pants. Oh my god. It
was then I felt the pressure on the back of my head. He firmly
pushed it down into his lap. My lips opened and his cock wedged
it way between them. My head was still spinning, my eyes closed.
My mouth seemed to open wider and wider as I felt his shaft
slipping further and further into my mouth. He was whispering
obscene invectives to me as the taste and feel of the hot flesh
began to overwhelm my senses. I felt this craving deep in the
pit of my stomach; a hunger like I’d never known. I wanted to
consume this man’s cock, but I somehow knew that at the same
time, his cock was somehow consuming me. The power of this man
was radiating in my mouth and all through my body. I had never
experienced that feeling of being so completely -
taken.
"This is where you belong, isn’t it" I heard him whisper.
I felt like screaming "YES!"
"You were made to suck cock, weren’t you…"
I just moaned and sucked his cock deeper. He was touching
something deep inside me, both physically and emotionally.
Something I didn’t even know was there. His thrusting became more intense and I sensed his flesh begin to stiffen and strain. He held my head
firmly in place as he drove his cock once, then twice, deep into my throat before he began to gush. He gave me no choice. As his hot seed pumped down my throat, my own body began to spasm as well. I swear it felt as
if my mouth and throat were cumming. My pussy certainly was.
When he had finished, he pulled my head up by my hair. He watched
me for a moment while I tried desperately to recover my breath
and stop my mind from its delirious spinning.
"You needed this didn’t you. It was written all over you when
you walked in the door."
"Was it that obvious?" I mumbled.
"Only to me."
I simply nodded and took another deep breath.
I heard him open the heavy car door and I focused on him for the
first time since his hand first slid up my skirt. As he exited the
sedan he whispered "The night is far from over, Mrs. Taylor".
With that he was gone.
I took another moment to gather myself as best I could and I
thought about what had just transpired and what his last
statement could possibly mean. I felt guilty, but a small voice
in my head was saying, "You’re husband’s a jerk. He deserved it".
I left the Mercedes and fumbled my way out of the garage and
back into the hallway. Thank god the bathroom was nearby. As I
glanced around I was glad to see no one had apparently noticed my absence. I
gazed at myself in the mirror as I reapplied my lipstick and
freshened my makeup. I looked different. I wasn’t sure how or
why, but something had changed. I couldn’t take time to analyze
it now. I looked at my watch. Barely 20 minutes had passed from
the time I entered the garage.
As I came back into the party, I saw Mr. Zane standing at the
door saying goodnight to several guests. Several others were
preparing to call it a night as well.
I walked downstairs to the game room where my husband was
fumbling around trying to put his tux jacket back on. He barely
glanced at me and nearly fell over struggling with his coat sleeve. I
helped him look presentable and was straightening his bow tie when Mr. Zane
approached. I think I stopped breathing as he shook my hand and
said, "I was wondering if your husband could stay a while
longer. I have something I need to discuss with him for a
moment." Now I was sure my HEART had stopped, too. Turning to my
husband he said, "It’s about the NetTech account, Greg. Would you
mind?"
I could sense my husband’s surprise and valiant attempt to sober
up. Mr. Zane looked back at me and said softly "Is that ok with
you Mrs. Taylor?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Zane" I blurted.
"Perfect answer" he grinned.
I thought I was going to fall through the Åoor. I knew I was
blushing deeply, but in his condition my drunken husband had no
clue.
"Let me send off the others and I’ll be right back."
"I have to take piss" my husband announced when his boss had
left the room.
"Good idea" I snapped.
A million thoughts coursed through my mind as I sat and waited.
"The night is far from over, Mrs. Taylor." His statement echoed
in my head.
My husband and his boss both returned at about the same time.
Mr. Zane had a drink in his hand as he approached my husband who
was doing his best to keep from passing out. He was supporting
himself by leaning against the pool table.
"A special drink to celebrate the occasion" the boss smiled as
he handed the golden drink to my husband. "That’s a 30-year-old
scotch. I only use it for special occasions."
"Oh yeah?" was my husband’s brilliant reply as he downed half
the glass.
"Oh yes, Greg. This is a very special occassion". He smiled
knowingly at me before continuing. "I think you’re the man for
the NetTech account. You know how much money is involved".
"Damn! That account’s worth millions!"
I flinched at my husband’s drunken crassness.
"Yes, that’s correct, Greg. Finish your drink now and we’ll
discuss it.
"Yeah. Ish great" slurred my husband as he tottered to a couch.
I sat in one of the over-stuffed leather chairs and watched as
they talked. Actually, Mr. Zane talked as my husband tried to
keep his eyes open. Within moments he slumped over as his boss rescued the
empty glass from his slackened hand. Had Zane slipped something
into that "special" drink or had my husband succumbed to his own abuse?
Zane got up slowly and walked around the pool table so that he
was facing my comatose husband. "We’re alone now, Mrs. Taylor.
Come here."
I glanced at my husband and back at Zane. His eyes were staring
holes right through me. The sexual tension was thick and
electrifying.
I stood slowly and walked over. I couldn’t help but notice the
bulge had returned to his pants. It pressed against me as he
pulled me firmly to him. His kissed me deeply, his hands exploring
everywhere. Suddenly he stepped back, spun me around bent me
over the side of the pool table. With my forearms on the green
felt, my husband was slumped directly in front of me, just a few
feet away. I kept my eyes on him as I felt my long dress being
pulled up my legs.
"He won’t be waking up any time soon, Mrs. Taylor. Isn’t it a
pity? I’m sure he’d love to watch."
Something in that statement caused waves of eroticism to sweep
over me as I felt my gown being peeled up over my now obscenely
displayed ass. He tore my panties down to mid thigh, pausing for a moment
to take in the sight he had just created. The coolness of the air on my
nakedness turned to heat as I sensed his eyes on me.
I heard the whisk of a zipper and his pants hitting the hardwood floor. Something hard and hot was rubbing over my pussy. "Do you
want to be fucked Mrs. Taylor?"
"Yessss!" I hissed.
"Tell me".
I didn’t hesitate. My body was seething.
"I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now!"
His entry wasn’t gentle. The thrust pinned me harder against the
shiny mahogany table. I think I screamed. Instinctively my eyes
flew open to see if there was a response from the couch. Nothing. My
eyes shut again on the next powerful thrust. But the image of my
husband, just a few feet away, and me bent over in front of him
with his boss’s cock buried in my cunt was painted on the back
of my eyelids. It was too much. I began to cum - harder than
even before.
With each massive stroke I felt my body and soul being further
possessed by this powerful man. "Whatever you say, Mr. Zane"
careened in my mind.
Suddenly it all stopped. I was being stood up and spun around.
The combination of my high heels and the twisted panties caused
me to fall to my knees. His hand shot out to pin my head against
the side of the table. Through blurry eyes I saw his other hand
on his cock. Stroking. Once. Twice.
The first jet landed on my cheek. My eyes closed and my mouth
dropped open, an action rewarded by an even stronger pulse of
his cum covering my lips and tongue. Then another.
The next spurt I felt explode on my chest. I opened my eyes. His
cock was pointed now at my heaving breasts. The next landed
directly between them. I was moaning uncontrollably as the hot cream ran
down my open cleavage. I craved his cum. I licked my lips. He
took advantage of the opening and thrust his now softening cock between them.
I sucked. Licked. And sucked some more.
As his cock slithered from my mouth I slumped to the floor,
exhausted. He left me there.
I lay there until he returned and pulled me up. I clung to him
like a rag doll.
"When you return from the bathroom, we’ll get him in your car.
I’ll follow."
My husband barely moved during the drive home. A sack dressed in
black tie.
I could barely take my eyes of the lights of the Mercedes in the
rearview mirror.
Arriving at my house, he carried my still comatose husband into
our bedroom and dropped him on the bed. The front of my dress
was still wet with Mr. Zane’s cum and I couldn’t care less.
He sat on the bed, nearly touching my husband’s limp body. He
stared at me for a moment before he casually said "Strip".
I paused for only on moment before I reached back for the long
zipper.
His eyes were hot steel as he watched his employee’s wife reveal
what little he hadn’t already seen. I was surprised to see my
nipples fully aroused as the wispy bra fell.
When I was naked he walked to me and picked me up, carried me
the short distance to the bed and sat me on the edge.
"Lay down and spread your legs, Mrs. Taylor."
I leaned back. My head came to rest on my husband’s thigh. I
didn’t care now. I felt my legs being pushed even further apart,
then lifted and rested on powerful shoulders.
I watched him pull my pussy lips apart and lower his head. He
ate me like a ripe peach. I was transported to another galaxy
someplace, floating above all time and space. This man took me to
places I never knew existed.
I felt the bed move and a shifting of weight. He had straddled
my chest.
"I wanted to fuck these tits the moment I saw them tonight."
And he did.
This was another totally new experience. I stared, fascinated at
the sight of this huge, glistening, meaty shaft pumping back and
forth between my tits. I pushed them together for him. My reward
on the next thrust was to have his cock slide directly into my
mouth. My head, propped against my husband’s thigh, was at a
perfect angle for my mouth to receive his long strokes. God! My
tits and my mouth were being fucked at the same time with my
sleeping husband in the same bed!
All the time he was mouth fucking me, he kept talking to me. He
kept saying what a bad girl I was, how much I loved to be fucked
in front of my husband. How much I loved cock. It all made me hotter and
hotter.
Finally, he moved back down, put my long legs on his shoulders
and fucked me senseless. This time, he buried his hot cum deep
inside me, screwing his lithe hips around as if to drive it as deep as he
could. It was very deep. His cock felt like the tip was fucking
my throat from the bottom up.
When he was finished, he got up and wiped his cock on the red
silk dress I had worn that night. He dressed silently. As he was
leaving he said, "You’ll be hearing from me soon. If you have something planned for Tuesday night, cancel it". Then he was gone.
In the morning, my husband gave no hint that he had any clue
about what had happened in his unconscious presence. But I
remembered all of it. I masturbated the moment he left the house.
The ticket arrived on Monday; my husband’s airline ticket to
Houston to visit the CEO of NetTech and negotiate a deal. He’d
be gone for 3 days. I dropped him off at the airport Tuesday morning.
An elegantly wrapped package was delivered by courier moments
after I got home. In it was a beautifully engraved card that
said "I’ll see you in this at eight o’clock tonight".
Beneath the tissue paper was a simple pleated black silk skirt.
Simple, and short. There was also a very delicate and sexy white silk designer
blouse, French silk thigh-high black hosiery with intricate lace at the tops and a pair of the most sheer black silk panties I’ve ever seen. None of the items could have been purchased in any local stores I knew of. And they all fit. All I needed was a pair of black heels. None I had would do. But I never got the chance to go shopping. The shoes arrived by special courier twenty minutes later.
He arrived precisely at eight. Dressed in a finely tailored suit
and the perfect power tie, he carried a shiny leather briefcase, which I thought
was rather odd. As we walked to the living room I asked him if he wanted a drink and he said "No…just stand still."
He proceeded to walk around me in a slow circle, just looking at
me as if he was inspecting the outfit he had sent me.
I started to tell him that I was very nervous, that I had never
done anything like this before, but he cut me off.
"You’re nervous Mrs. Taylor? One should only be nervous when one
doesn’t know what is about to happen…and you KNOW what’s about to happen don’t you"?
"I’m not…not really sure"
"Yes you are Mrs. Taylor. You’re going to get fucked. And you’re
going to get fucked any way, any place and for as long as I want. Isn’t that
right"?
"Yes"
"I’m glad you understand. Now go sit down."
As I sat on the couch I could feel the short skirt get even
shorter as it rode up my thighs.
"Move your feet apart but keep your knees together. Good. Now
lay your head back and close your eyes. Very nice. Now…slowly open your legs Mrs. Taylor."
I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.
"How does that make you feel?"
"Very…weird"
"Yes. Your mother told you to always keep your legs together,
didn’t she. And now you’re breaking the rule. It feels good to break sexual
rules, doesn’t it? You enjoy showing your pussy to me, don’t you. Your pussy is burning right now. Wider Mrs. Taylor".
He was right. I’m sure I moaned a bit as I felt my legs respond
to his commands.
He sat down next to me and made me crawl over his lap. I felt my
skirt being pulled up over my ass. His hands began to squeeze and caress me.
He told me how he enjoyed watching my ass at the party and how nice it
looked bending over that pool table as he fucked me in front of my husband. I
felt him slowly pull down my panties. My hips were moving…I couldn’t keep them still. I felt him pry my cheeks apart and stare for the longest time at my
most intimate place. His cock was prodding my stomach underneath me. I was
getting hotter by the second.
Then he smacked me. Right on my naked behind.
"Only bad girls fuck their husband’s boss, Mrs. Taylor. Only bad
girls show men their pussies under their short little skirts. You’re a very bad
girl aren’t you?"
When I didn’t answer, he spanked me again. "Answer me you little
slut! You are a very bad girl, aren’t you?"
"Yes Mr. Zane! I’m a very bad girl!"
Something about admitting that out loud had a very stirring
effect on me. It was like he had let something inside me out of its cage.
Then he began to spank me in earnest, never ceasing to tell me
how bad I was…how slutty. I was trying desperately to rub my pussy on his
cock. I came in no time.
"Show me how a bad girl sucks cock Mrs. Taylor. "
I did. I got down on my knees between his legs and sucked his
gorgeous cock.
Eagerly.
His cock was magnificent the way it arched up and away from his
body. It demanded attention and giving in to its demands made me feel
more feminine and sexy than I ever had before. I hungered for it. I felt like
I would do anything for it and I could sense that he knew exactly what I
was thinking.
Along with his briefcase, he took me in the bedroom and made me
get on the bed on all fours. He fucked my dripping pussy from behind like an animal. His cock felt even bigger than I had remembered.
Then I felt his cock slide out and press against my vulnerable
asshole.
"That’s right Mrs. Taylor. I’m going to fuck your ass. And
you’re going to love it. You’re going to beg me not to stop, Mrs. Taylor. And
you’re going to cum. Your ass is going to cum all over my fucking COCK!"
When he said the word "COCK!", he started pushing his into me.
I started cumming the moment the head of it popped into my
sphincter. The fact that he asked "How do you like getting
fucked in the ass by your husband’s boss Mrs. Taylor?" contributed as well. The further his long, thick cock snaked its way into my ass, the more my sense of his complete domination of me intensified.
By the time he left, he had fucked me every way I could imagine.
Little did I know that what I could imagine and what HE could imagine were
two very different things.
As he left he said I would be hearing from him again. A shudder
went through me. A shudder of excitement and, maybe; fear.
What was next? Had I known, I would have been even more afraid.
As it was I was left to wonder what had come over me. What about me had
changed to the point I would let a man do the things he did to me?
An hour later I was lying in bed masturbating, replaying all the
events that had transpired. What was happening to me??
I noted later that even though he took his briefcase with him
every time we moved, he never opened it. Peculiar.
The letter came the next week, the day after my husband informed
me that he was being sent out of town again for the weekend to meet with
clients. He wouldn’t be home until Sunday night. The elegantly engraved
letter instructed me to be at Mr. Zane’s house Saturday night at nine o’clock
sharp. It said to park in the garage, go directly to a certain room and follow the
instructions I found there. At first I told myself I wouldn’t go. The second thing I told myself was "Stop kidding yourself".
Of course, I arrived right on time and went directly to the
room. There I found a beautifully wrapped box with another envelope on top. I was to put on the contents of the box and wait for Mr. Zane.
I eagerly unwrapped the "present". What it contained shocked and scared me…and excited me all at the same time. It was made out of shiny black vinyl and looked like a "catsuit" - a one-piece garment where the bottom was pants down to my ankles and the top had long sleeves and covered everything from my waist to my neck. Well, almost everything. The top had two strategic cutouts which left my breasts bare and sticking out obscenely.
The pants had no back, only an oval hole, which left most of my ass exposed from the top of my cheeks down to my pussy. There was also no crotch. The material was stretchy as well, which was good because every inch of it was skin tight which made my tits and ass look even that more pronounced. There was also a headpiece, which covered everything from the neck up, except more cutouts for my mouth, nose and eyes. Matching knee-high boots with spike heels completed the ensemble.
A look in the mirror made me gasp. I was totally unrecognizable, even to myself.
I didn’t have much time to admire the new me. The door opened and there stood Mr. Zane. He smiled the moment he saw me as his eyes scanned every inch of me. I could feel my exposed nipples harden under his gaze. He told me not to move and then spent several minutes telling me how incredible I looked and running his hands over me as I stood perfectly still. I had been in a constant state of wetness since I had gotten the letter. His words and touches made me want to cum right then! He sensed my desire and stopped just at the moment my passion was about to release.
He stepped back and told me to close my eyes. Moments later I felt him place a blindfold over my eyes, then he proceeded to handcuff my wrists in front of me with what felt like leather cuffs and put something around each ankle. Then I felt an object that felt like a small plastic penis pushed into my mouth, and straps of some sort secured behind my vinyl-covered head. He told me he had a very sexy surprise for me and to come with him.
Unable to see, I heard a door open on my right, only I was sure there was no door there. There was only one door visible in the room as I got dressed and it was the one through which I entered. The one he had just opened was not it. He took my arm and led me through it and I sensed I was in another room. He was talking to me but my mind was spinning with questions and trying to figure out what was happening. I could tell the room was large with many hard surfaces because of the echoes our footsteps made on the hard floor. I could smell leather and a hint of - what WAS that? Paraffin! There were candles in there.
Then, my leather cuffs were being attached to something else that felt like a metal bar and then he made me move my feet apart and I felt and heard what sounded like metal clasps being attached to the cuffs around each ankle. I wanted to speak, cry out, scream or something, but the gag prevented any sounds. I heard a clanking, motorized sound and my arms were being pulled up by the metal bar attached to my cuffs. I tried to move my feet but they were secured. Another whirring sound and I was being pulled forward. I was going to fall! But instead, I felt my hips contact a cool, round, padded leather surface. As the metallic whirring continued I felt myself being forced to bend over the leather pad. My arms ached as they were pulled up and forward until my torso was bent over the leather thing at a ninety-degree angle.
He was telling me how I had never looked more beautiful and desirable and how much I was going to enjoy his surprise. He laughed and told me not to "go away" and he would be right back with my surprise.
I imagined what I must look like in the tight black plastic suit with my naked ass and pussy thrust out, legs spread wide and my bare breasts hanging freely down from the holes in the top part. Other than my nose, my face and head were completely covered. My sense of anxious anticipation was overwhelming.. I heard another door open. Footsteps. Then Zane spoke.
"Well..what do you think?"
"She’s even more gorgeous than you described, Mr. Zane! What a surprise!"
The second voice was instantly familiar. It was my husband!
"I told you I treat my best employees well, Greg. She’s all yours".
"Damn! I don’t know where to start"!
"Why don’t you try a little taste? Her pussy is delectable".
"Mmm. Good idea".
I felt hands on my hips. I wanted to scream, run away and vomit. I was being squeezed, groped and rubbed. Did he know it was his wife beneath the skin-tight outfit? I tried to avoid the groping, but I could barely move.
"Yeah…she’s as hot as you said Mr. Zane. Look at her moving her ass. She loves it!"
I felt my pussy lips being pulled apart. Then I felt his tongue.
"Ahhh….this is some sweet cunt. Where did you find this hot little slut? Does she charge a lot? She sure looks expensive.
You’re an amazing man Mr. Zane".
So. He didn’t know it was me. He thought I was a hired whore.
The bastard.
"You know me, Greg. Only the best. And she is the very best".
Somehow, an irrational wave of pride swept through me. He said I was the best. The very best. That dark side of my persona took over and my revulsion began to wane, replaced by that same insane desire to please him - no matter what. My reverie was short lived as I felt something hot and hard being rubbed over my pussy lips. I heard my husband groan as his cock sank into me.
"This is for sure the best pussy I’ve ever had, Mr. Zane. Damn she’s hot! Tight, too."
"Is that right, Greg? I always thought your wife was extremely attractive. You like this better than hers?"
"Uh! Uh!" he grunted as he pumped away. "She’s ok. Nothing like this hot little piece, though. No..UH!…way!"
I could feel Zane smiling. "Extremely attractive" he said.
"I bet she sucks a mean cock, too, doesn’t she?" my jerk of a husband queried.
"Let’s find out".
I felt hands at the back of my head begin to loosen the strap that held my gag, then Zane whispered close to my ear. "It would be wise to be silent, my dear."
As soon as the plastic penis slipped out, his very real one replaced it. I don’t know if it was just the thrill of his cock in my mouth, or the fact that for the first time in my life I was being fucked by two hard cocks simultaneously, or that I was sucking my husband’s boss’s cock under my husband’s ignorant nose or all the above, but a wave of lust came over me like I’d never felt before. I began to tremble and shake.
"Damn! She’s about to squeeze my cock off!" by husband exclaimed.
"Yes, Greg. She’s coming"
"Whoo-wee! Me too! Fuck!" shrieked the fool I had married.
I felt my husband’s cock explode inside me and I must admit, it felt good. In the state I was in at the time, I believe any cock would have felt good because I knew it’s what Mr. Zane wanted and I wanted to please him. I needed to please him.
I felt the limp cock dribble from my pussy. Mr. Zane, having more control than my husband (in many ways) was still rigid in my mouth, but he soon withdrew. I almost said something, but caught myself at the last moment.
Greg was babbling something about how great this all was as I sensed Mr. Zane walking around behind me. I wondered if my husband was feeling jealous of his boss’s much larger cock when Zane spoke.
"Greg..come over here for a sec. Take your Ångers a pull apart her gorgeous cheeks for me".
"Well, uh, sure Mr. Zane". I felt my ass being pulled open, even further exposing my most intimate place.
"A bit more my boy…that’s good".
"Are you gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?" Greg asked with almost a comical excitement in his voice.
"Yes dear boy…I’m going to fuck your…um, her very sexy tight ass".
He almost said "Your WIFE’S very sexy tight ass"!
Even though he nearly gave it away, he had maneuvered his unsuspecting employee into prying his very own wife’s ass open so that he could fuck it! He took his time, first rubbing his drooling shaft over my naked cheeks, then up and down between them, slowly. Then, he smacked them with an open palm.
"Jesus!" Greg exclaimed.
"Yes…she loves to be spanked, Greg." I felt another blow.
"Have you ever spanked your wife Greg?"
"Well…um…no…not really…I…uh.."
"Then I imagine you’ve never done THIS either!"
With the word "THIS" he shoved the massive head of his cock just inside my anus. Greg never answered. I could imagine him staring as he watched that meaty cock begin to worm its way slowly between my cheeks.
Zane brushed Greg’s prying fingers aside as he gripped my assßesh, squeezing, pinching, slapping as he pushed deeper and deeper into my tender hole.
"What an absolutely exquisite ass she has, Greg. This is one ass that was made to be fucked. I said that to myself the Årst time I saw it, you know. I was determined to possess it and now I do. And you have the extreme pleasure of watching me TAKE it!
With the word "TAKE" he drove his cock home to the hilt. It felt like it was about to reach my throat. His lecherous words and the extreme penetration of his cock caused me to start cumming all over again. I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
It was more than Zane could handle too as his balls expanded and spewed deep inside me, again and again. While still pumping his hot cream, he began to fuck me hard…furiously…until the last spasm forced him to plunge fully into me one final time.
"Damn Mr. Z, that was one awesome assfuck"! Greg managed as I felt the semi-rigid member withdraw from my plundered backside.
"She has one awesome ass to fuck" was the reply. Greg had no clue how badly he was being mocked.
I was amazed at the strong since of pride I found in Zane’s praise, even though the average person could argue that I had just been brutally raped and sodomized. Amazing also, how I found my husband’s complicity in it to be so erotic. My husband, without knowing it, had just helped another man fuck his wife’s ass, right in front of him - and then praised him for the effort!
"From the look of your cock, Greg, it looks like you enjoyed watching it as much as she did receiving it".
"Well, it was pretty hot".
"I think you need to have that taken care of, don’t you? Yes. I have an idea".
I heard that whirring sound again and felt myself being pulled back upright. As he released all my bonds (except for the blindfold), the executive said "Have you ever been restrained, Greg? No? Let’s try something. Come here".
In a matter of moments I heard a lot of nervous banter from Greg and metallic clanking sounds. My blindfold was taken off. What greeted my sight was my husband with his wrists bound together and held high over his head by a long metal bar and his ankles latched to the ground like mine had been only moments ago. His eyes were concealed behind a black leather mask that covered his whole head except for a triangular cutout for his nose.
Then I saw Zane with a finger in front of his lips signaling "Shhhh. Quiet." I nodded and smiled, resisting the urge to laugh.
"How does it feel to be totally helpless, Greg? Depriving you of sight and movement will enhance your other senses, especially the sense of feel. You’re going to enjoy this next experience immensely".
Turning to me he said, "My darling, I want you to suck this dear boy’s cock like he’s never had it sucked before. Can you do that for me?"
I just smiled and got down on my knees. To my surprise, Zane began telling me exactly what to do. For the next fifteen minutes or so, he directed my every action, watching closely and deriving much pleasure from the control he had over Greg and me. At the end, he even told me to reach underneath and finger my husband’s ass. The result was another torrent of cum from my husband’s cock which Mr. Zane directed me to swallow.
Just as the last spasm released in my mouth, I heard the whirring sound again.
Small electric motors hidden in the ceiling were causing the restraining apparatus to move. My Zane replaced the leather horse-like rail over which I had previously been bent. As the bar slowly moved, it forced my husband to bend over the same way it had me. It was all I could do to keep from laughing as Greg protested and whined. He was afraid Mr. Zane was going to fuck him!
"Oh no, my dear Greg. I’m not going to fuck you…SHE is!"
With that startling revelation, he turned and took a long black strap-on dildo out of a hidden cabinet and proceeded to fix it to me so that I soon sported a ten-inch ebony erection!
Greg was still muttering, so his boss took the same penis-shaped gag he’d used on me and put it in Greg’s mouth! By now, I had to hold my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming with laughter. Finally, he poured some liquid on the dildo and nodded toward my bent over husband. My first instinct was to drive the thing into his ass as hard as I could, but I decided to make him suffer this indignation a little longer.
"When you take pleasure, you should give in return. I think she’s earned this, don’t you Greg?"
He, of course, could not answer.
I can’t tell you the thrill it gave me to watch that big black cock slowly sink into my husband’s ass. Especially since I was the one controlling it. Zane did make some brief suggestions, but left me mostly on my own. One big surprise I hadn’t expected was that my new appendage had some sort of device that massaged my clit as I moved. The harder I fucked, the harder it massaged me!
In a few short minutes I was cumming like a freight train! I continued to spasm until I thought my legs would give out, so I instinctively collapsed over my husband’s back. As the waves of sweaty pleasure began to wane and I had somewhat caught my breath, I felt hands grip my hips and the next thing I knew, Zane had driven his cock into my pussy from behind! Almost instantly I was swept back to the edge of orgasm as he pounded into me over and over. He had to cover my mouth because I started to make some very loud noises. I doubt Greg would have recognized them - he’d certainly never heard any sounds like that from ME before! Besides, since the dildo was still lodged in Greg’s butt, each time Zane slammed in and out of me, the force also moved my hips to which the plastic cock was strapped. Adds a new meaning to "double penetration", don’t you think?
Finally, it was over. Zane’s cock slid out of me and mine (giggle!) slid out of Greg. I had never felt so exhilarated. Zane pointed to the floor underneath the bar over which Greg was bending. There was a small puddle of white fluid where none had been before. It seems Greg had enjoyed his new experience!
I was taken back through the hidden door where I freshened up and left Zane’s house in a matter of minutes.
Well. This document has gotten much longer than I ever imagined, so I guess I’d better stop here. I have enjoyed reliving them once again (also more than I imagined) and actually putting them down on paper. In truth though, the story is far from over. Maybe someday I’ll work up the courage to write more. Right now, I need to go, um, recharge some batteries.
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