The Other Woman

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Mistress of the Game

Mistress of the Game
By: Mistress_Alexxxx (Miss_Alexxx@hotmail.com)

Chapter One:

"Hold all my calls for the next hour please, Marie. I need to catch upon a few things. Oh, and get me a coffee, will you doll, and a sandwich too."

As director of one of the largest merchant banks in town, Wendell Kerr lived under a mantle of constant stress, a slave to his appointment book. His mind raced as he flicked though the papers on his secretary's desk before bundling them up and hustling towards his office. He was still concentrating on the first page as he closed the door behind him.

"Don't say a word, and no one gets hurt," a sultry female voice behind him purred.

Immediately he dropped the papers, but before he had a chance to pick them up or turn around, one leather clad hand covered his mouth, and another slipped around to grip his crotch. The familiar sweet scent of a woman's arousal combined with that of leather filled his nostrils, and his heart began to pound. As the hand dropped away from his mouth, a single word escaped Wendell's lips - "Shondra."

"You spoke," the voice whispered, with a certain smugness. "Now someone gets hurt."

Shondra - how that name excited him - beautiful, intelligent, and all mighty Shondra. The one who consumed his darkest and most private thoughts, and controlled him like no other woman. Rarely did she call to let him know she would be coming, preferring to just turn up. On a number of occasions her visits had been quite inconvenient, but how could he possibly refuse her? If he did, she may choose not to come again, and he simply couldn't risk that.

They had met several months earlier at a corporate cocktail party. Initially he hadn't noticed her. Certainly she was extremely attractive, but Wendell was accustomed to being in the company of beautiful women. It wasn't until after she had formally introduced herself that he realized - Shondra was unlike any other woman he had ever met.

"Hello Wendell, I'm so pleased to meet you," she gushed, smiling warmly and extending her hand to him, but instead of shaking it, she dropped and let her long fingers slide down between his thighs instead. The incident shocked him, and at the time he had been unsure of what to do. His cock however, had been way ahead of him. His cock had jerked to attention, and remained hard until eventually he had been able to slip out to the bathroom to relieve himself.

In the months that followed, he was to learn just how different Shondra really was. Wendell wasn't a particularly handsome man. He was no in his forties and, as a result of an excessive lifestyle and a stressful career, any good looks he may have had in his youth were now faded. That, however, didn't prevent him from having his share of extremely beautiful women. Money and power, Wendell had discovered, were more often than not incontestable aphrodisiacs.

Now here she was again, in his office. He turned, slumped down onto his knees, and stole a quick glance up at her. "Mistress, this worthless slut offers himself to you for your use and pleasure."

Her dark blue suit and crisp white shirt would have looked quite businesslike if the skirt hadn't been quite so short and tight. Her smooth dark hair was pulled back into a knot at the back of her head. Except for the scarlet red lipstick rather carelessly smudged across her mouth, everything about her was flawless. He stared down at her shoes - the heels were high and spiked and black to match her stockings.

Without word, she walked over to the plush leather chair behind his desk and, with no regard for the expensive piece of furniture, lifted one foot up onto it. Then, using both hands, she stroked the length of her lovely thigh, to raise her skirt up and reveal a small leather crop tucked into the top of her stocking. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she watched his reaction. "Who's been a bad boy then," she asked mockingly, removing the crop and then tapping it on the palm of her hand.

He knew he had done nothing wrong. She knew he had done nothing wrong. This was just a little game they played, a way of her finding an excuse to humiliate and punish him. In the world of business and banking many little power games were played, but none quite like this.

Shondra was a career woman, in the same organization as Wendell. Like him, she was well qualified and intelligent, only nowhere near as accomplished. He was paid more. He had a much larger office with a better view and more expensive furnishings. Damn it, he even had a better-looking secretary than she did! He would always be more successful - and why? She knew why. It was because Wendell had a cock between his legs. Another woman in her position may have found a different outlet for her frustration, but not Shondra. She had found the perfect solution. To others he may have been a very influential man to be shown respect at all times, but to her he was nothing more than a whimpering little whore she controlled - a toy for her pleasure and amusement. As his mistress, she held him and all his power in her well-manicured hands.

He whispered timidly, "Wendell's been a very bad boy Mistress. Wendell's been touching his cock."

She took a deep breath, as if trying to control her anger then told him, "And what does Mistress do with her little slut when he touches himself without permission?"

"She punishes him, Mistress, to teach him obedience and self-control."

"That's right slut, your cock belongs to Me. It's for my pleasure, not yours - don't you ever fucking well forget it!"

He watched with excited anticipation as she laid her arm across his desk, and then with one swift movement cleared the entire contents onto the floor. A small vase shattered as it landed - and he made a mental note to clean it up before Marie found it. An explanation would, of course, not be necessary, but he still preferred not to leave any 'evidence' behind.

Marie, sweet and innocent little Marie. Fresh out of school, she had started work for him three months earlier. In the past he had often enjoyed fucking his secretaries. He would have certainly loved to fuck this one. On many occasions he had been distracted as she bent over his filing cabinet. Few men wouldn't have noticed those smooth long legs. There were many times, too, when she had come into his office and he had been more than grateful for the cover of his desk. It would have surely been embarrassing to them both if she had seen the bulge in his trousers. Or possibly, he thought, she was so innocent she justwouldn't have understood. Yes, that cute little virgin ass of hers sure was tempting, only he just couldn't bring himself to use it.

Upon meeting, his mistress and his secretary had formed a close friendship. Although they were seven years apart in age, they had attended the same university, and also shared an interest in fashion and sport. That, he assumed, was about all they had in common, and it seemed like enough. Their frequent chats, when Shondra came into the office had come into the office, had developed into lunch or coffee together at least a couple of times a week. The two of them together and not just sipping coffee... he fantasized about it constantly.

Wendell knew what was coming next as Shondra tapped the top of his desk with her crop. "Get your ass over here now, slut, so Mistress give you what you deserve."

Already he could feel his cock jerking between his legs as he stood up and began fumbling with his clothing. In the time it took to unbuckle his belt, slip down his pants and shorts, and then lean over his desk, his cock had swollen into a full and throbbing erection. Using his belt, Shondra secured his hands firmly behind his back, then, pushing him down onto his desk, she raised the crop high. "Tell Mistress what her little slut needs."

"Wendell needs to be punished, Mistress. Wendell's been a very bad boy."

She swung her crop down, and it made a whooshing sound before landing heavily on his bare ass. His body jerked, and he cried out as the stinging leather burnt across his tender flesh leaving a hot red welt.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up, slut? You haven't even begun to feel pain yet."

Just then there was a light knock at the door, it opened, and Marie appeared.

"Your coffee Mr. Kerr..."

She would have surely dropped the cup if she hadn't been completely frozen by what she saw - Shondra, crop in hand, standing over her boss with his pants down around his ankles. Marie didn't understand. Was it a dream? Could this really be happening? She blinked several times, but the scene remained the same.

Unable hide her amusement, Shondra smirked.

Wendell felt angry with himself that he hadn't remembered to tell her he didn't want to be disturbed. How could he have let this happen? Damn it! Damn her! She was a good secretary, but now she would have to go. He would fire her today.

Marie's face glowed with embarrassment. She turned to leave, but Shondra called to her. "Mr. Kerr has something he wants to tell you. He wants to tell you he's very sorry for the disrespectful way he's been treating you. Isn't that right, Mr. Kerr?"

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Placing the crop down, she then reaching over to grab a handful of his hair to jerk his head up. He swallowed hard; this wasn't at all what he had been expecting when his mistress had surprised him a few minutes earlier. "I'm very sorry for not treating you with more respect, Marie," he blurted out. **

"Oh Mr. Kerr please, I don't mind doing that at all," she managed to stutter. It was of course a complete lie, only in her bewildered state she just couldn't think of anything else to say. In truth, she did mind the way Wendell Kerr treated her. She minded very much. Did he really think she had spent all those years studying, night and day, so she could made his coffee and run around after him?

Shondra stared at Marie as if assessing the situation. She then walked over to her, took the cup from the girl's hand and placed it on a nearby cabinet. "Stay. You know you want to. Look at him. Are you going to take orders from that man now, or is he going to take them from you?"

"I think I should go now, I really do, " she said, lowering her eyes and stepping backwards to feel for the door behind her.

"Close the door."

Marie hesitated and nervously bit now on her lower lip as she reached behind herself and touched the handle.

"I said, close the door."

Unsure of what to do, but certain of Shondra's tone, she closed it.

Shondra then slipped her arm around Marie's waist as she nuzzled her face into the girl's long flaxen hair, and spoke quietly to her. "All this time he has been letting you do his work for him, and for what? You're like his slave rather than his secretary, aren't you?"

It was true. Her title may have been secretary, but she was much more than that to him. On the one hand he would allow her to take full responsibility for large accounts, while he took all the credit. On the other, he would have her running around for him like she was his personal maid. 'Get me some coffee will you, doll... pick up my dry-cleaning, sweetie...' It drove her crazy at times. 'Wipe my ass for me, sugar pie,' she thought angrily.

Marie swallowed hard and her whole body stiffened as Shondra now tried to press the crop into her sweaty hand. "I- I can't," was all she could manage to say.

"Oh but you can, and you will." A smile formed on Shondra's lips, as she gently brushed Marie's hair back and she licked the side of her face, leaving a trail of glistening saliva on her cheek. Then using the crop she slowly stroked it over the girl's silk blouse to caress her young breasts.

Wendell's mouth dropped wide open in an audible gasp. How often had he admired his secretary's curvaceous body? How often had he fought back the urge to fondle those lovely ripe tits?

"That's right Wendell, you were just too fucking slow weren't you?

You've always been ahead of me, haven't you? But not this time." Shondra laughed.

His mind raced and his body began to sweat. How could this possibly be possible? Shondra and Marie? Then everything became clear to Wendell. The long lunches and coffee meetings. Their little private chats and whispers. The phone calls taken in the boardroom next door. So many little things he simply hadn't noticed previously. Then something else occurred to him. 'Fuck, my cock's harder than Chinese arithmetic right now!'

Marie looked awkward and uncomfortable, however Shondra was quick to reassure her, "It's all right, sweetheart. Wendell doesn't mind that I'm fucking you. Do you Wendell?"

Even if his mouth hadn't been so dry, the words would surely not have come out.

"You see, he doesn't mind at all," she smirked as she gave Marie's body a little squeeze.

Poor little Marie, what had she gotten herself into? "Mr. Kerr, I'm so sorry..." But Shondra interrupted her.

"Don't worry about it, just taking the fucking crop!" Again she pressed it into her hand. "Take it." Shondra's demanding manner caused Marie to blink and cower; however, she took it.

"Now, get around here," she said, taking Marie by the arm and guiding her behind Wendell.

Marie gasped as she looked down at Wendell's bare ass and balls hanging between his legs. Again, Shondra found her little friend's reaction amusing. Grabbing hold of her hand she forced her to touch Wendell's scrotum. Instantly, Marie recoiled. "You've seen one of those before, haven't you?"

"Well yes, of course I have, but... its just that I've never touched a man's thingy before."

"Thingy?" She laughed, "It's a cock, for Christ sake."

Shondra moved behind, pressing against Marie's back. She reached over to place her hand over the girl's to prevent her releasing the crop. She then lifted her arm and directed her to strike Wendell's quivering ass. He let out a loud cry as another stinging lash crossed the one already adorning his ass, but his mistress wasn't satisfied. "Harder, you want to hit his ass harder than that!" she hissed.

Marie gazed down on the red welts, and she felt an unexplainable rush of excitement like nothing she had ever experienced before. Again she raised the crop, only this time of her own accord. She was about to strike, but Shondra stopped her.

"Wait", she said, slipping her hands up under her tight little skirt. She wriggled about for a moment, then slid her panties down over her knees and ankles, before stuffing them into Wendell's open mouth. "All right, go right ahead."

Once again Wendell felt the burning lash of the crop, only this time his cry was muffled by Shondra's sweet damp panties.

Marie wanted to slap his ass again, and again. She wanted to show that man once and for all she was no meek and mild little thing to be walked all over. If he thought she was going to put up with not being treated with respect now, he had better think again. She would teach him. Never again would he give her orders. Now she understood exactly what Shondra had meant when she told her, "A woman has great strength over a man when she knows how to use her feminine power." Yes, from now on, she would be in control, and it felt damned good!

The ringing of the telephone, however, abruptly interrupted her thoughts. Marie stopped and let it ring several times while she regained her composure. She then placed the crop down on the desk and smoothed her hair back with both hands, before picking up the receiver.

"Hello, Mr. Wendell Kerr's office." She listened for a minute, and then cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered to Shondra. "It's Mr. Jones, Jack Jones. What shall I tell him?"

Shondra smiled and took the telephone. She looked down at Wendell with her panties stuffed in his mouth and his hands bound with his own belt. Her voice was cheerful and businesslike as she spoke, "Mr. Jones, can I have Mr. Kerr call you back? He can't talk right now; he's all tied up right now."

She smiled and replaced the receiver. "Now, where were we?"

Usually when his mistress came to visit she would give his ass a good whipping and then, lifting him up by his hair, would sit him down between her legs as she sat back in his plush leather chair. His hands would be left secured behind his back, and he would be required to lick and suck her pussy until she had been satisfied. Then, and only then, would he be allowed to stroke himself. Wendell wasn't allowed to put his cock in her pussy.

"My pussy is too good for a little slut like you, but you never know, do you? Keep groveling and I may just change my mind some time, " she told him one day,as she reclined on his desk and fingered herself while he watched.

Occasionally, she would sit Wendell in his chair, securing his arms and legs. She would then enjoy his cock, slurping and sucking at it, as she spread her knees wide and masturbated. "Take a good, long look slut," she told him, as she knelt down on the floor. "You won't see me like this too often."

Now, with Marie here, what little game would she play? He was about to find out. Rolling his chair out to the front of the desk, she then sat down. Grinning, she opened her legs wide as she lifted the hem of her skirt and flashed Wendell for just few seconds, to give him a glimpse of her lovely wet sex. She then turned to Marie, who was still standing behind Wendell. "Come to Mama, baby girl," she cooed.

Obviously feeling a little self-conscious, Marie looked down at the floor as she shuffled nearer before dropping down onto her knees in front of Shondra, and waiting for her next command.

"That's my good little slut girl, but first, you know how much I love to see your sweet tits," Shondra continued.

Marie hesitated, but then thought, 'Why should I feel so embarrassed? I'm not the one with my pants down... yet,' and she stifled a little giggle. 'No, there's no need for me to feel awkward at all. Why, I may even get a nice little pay rise out of this. After all I'm sure Mr. Kerr wouldn't want any of the other staff to know about this.'

Feeling more comfortable with the situation after reasoning with herself, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her shoulders and onto the floor. Then, reaching behind herself, she unclasped her lacy bra to release her full and well-formed breasts. As she cupped them in her hands, it occurred to Wendell that she appeared as if she were offering herself to Shondra.

"Oh yes, quite lovely indeed," Shondra commented, leaning down and gently twisting Marie's rose pink nipples between her fingers and thumbs, then turning to Wendell. "She's delightful, isn't she?"

The only sound he could make was a muffled moan, and so she continued. "You really have no idea what you've been missing out on, do you? She has such a tight wet pussy, too, you know?" She hesitated for a moment, relishing his reaction, then added, "I swear she's the best fuck I've ever had!"

That was it! He couldn't hold back any along. His breath became short pants, and his face strained and contorted as his cock throbbed and then, with a couple of massive spasms, exploded to shoot his hot seed right under his desk.

Marie panicked, "I think something's wrong! I think he's having a heart attack or something!"

Shondra laughed. "Don't worry about old Wendell, he'll be just fine."

Less than a minute later, he lay slumped over his desk; his pulse still racing and his shirt damp with sweat, as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose.

"You see, I told you," Shondra reassured her. "Now, show him how you lick my pussy."

Marie hesitated; this was becoming too much for her. "You mean right now, right here?"

Shondra rolled her eyes, "Yes, now. Do it. Or do I need to whip your ass, too? You know I don't want to, but I will if I have to. I won't tolerate disobedience."

Shondra and Marie, together and not just sipping coffee...Shondra whipping Marie's sweet little ass.... Wendell's flaccid cock began to twitch. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Marie rubbing her hands up and down Shondra's stocking covered thighs and her head bobbing up and down between them. A few minutes earlier, Marie had thought he was having a heart attack. Now, watching the two women, Wendell thought might really have one!

"That's it, my baby girl," Shondra purred as she gripped the chair's armrests, closing her eyes and letting her head rest back. The sweet, intoxicating smell of the women's sex filled Wendell's office. His cock jerked and it again began to stiffen.

'She really is the best,' Shondra thought smugly, 'because she has been trained by the best.' Of course, Marie had been a little unsure at first. It was only natural for a sweet and inexperienced girl like her to feel that way, but with time and patience she had come around to Shondra's ways. Gentle touches and soft kisses had soon developed into harder slaps and passionate tongue play. Polite requests became commands. Wants turned into needs, as the sweet innocence of a girl washed away to reveal a woman in need of a woman.

"Oh yes, yes! That's it, my baby slut girl!" Shondra's body quivered and her breasts heaved with each breath.

Marie's skirt had ridden around her hips and she had slipped one hand down between her open thighs. Muffled moans could be heard as she began playing with herself. At first cupping a hand over her sex, then pulling the crotch of her panties to one side before thrusting her fingers deep inside her velvety folds. In and out, they made obscenely sloppy noises against her wetness.

Helpless to do anything but watch, Wendell witnessed the two women climaxing within minutes of each other. Shondra first, crying out as she thrashed about in the chair, opening her legs wide to gain the full benefit of Marie's mouth and tongue. Then Marie, whimpering and almost sobbing, drew back from between Shondra's thighs to concentrate on giving herself a full finger fuck.

After a minute or so Shondra opened her eyes. Taking a fresh white handkerchief from her pocket, she used it to clean her sticky wetness from Marie's face.

'Fuck, yes! They're going to fuck me now,' Wendell thought, his whole body shivering with excitement, but Wendell thought wrong.

"Oh, is that the time already?" Shondra observed, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Get your clothes on, baby girl, you must be starving," she told Marie as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt.

Marie picked up her bra and blouse and then, as if now feeling a little embarrassed by her semi-nakedness, turned away from Wendell to dress herself.

"There's this little cafe around the corner that's just opened. I know you'll really like it," Shondra said.

"Oh, but what about Mr. Kerr?"

"What about him?"

"Well, he's all tied up!"

"So?"

Marie tilted her head and looked a little puzzled, then giggled. Shondra slipped an arm around her little friend's waist and, glancing back over at Wendell, told him, "Don't worry, we'll be back before five."

He tried to relax, but a cold reality had just hit him - his mistress was no longer the only woman in his life who held him by his balls.

Chapter Two:

Wendell Kerr entered his office. As he placed a large stack of files down amongst the papers strewn over his desk a single red envelope caught his eye. Picking it up, he held it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Immediately, he recognized the fragrance, her favorite. His mind drifted into wicked thoughts of her - sending a chill down his spine.

She owned his ass, and they both knew it. Forgetting everything else, he sat down and tore it open. Three words were scrawled in scarlet lipstick across the white card inside - Tonight, seven o'clock. No more information was needed. That told him who, when, and where. He sat back in his chair and stared straight ahead as he wondered what nasty little surprises she might have for him this time. His thoughts were interrupted a few minutes later when his secretary,Marie, entered. "I'm ready to do the figures on that report now, Mr. Kerr."

'Well, its about time too,' Wendell thought. He'd asked her to come and get it more than two hours ago, but what could he do? Complain? No, she would ignore him. Remind her he was the boss? What a joke that had become. Threaten to sack her? Certainly not. That might displease Shondra, and he couldn't possibly risk that. Ever since she had walked in on him and his mistress, three weeks ago, everything had changed. She did things in her own time now. Even more frustrating was the fact that everything he did, since then, got reported back to his mistress. Fuck her, some days he couldn't even take a piss without Shondra hearing about it!

"Marie mentioned you took much longer than usual in the bathroom today. You weren't wanking off in there were you?" Shondra questioned him one evening.

He pretended not to notice as Marie sat down, crossed her lovely legs, and made a token effort to pull her skirt over her knees. He knew the little bitch was doing it on purpose just to tease him. He handed her a file of papers, and as she leaned over to take them, he realized the two top buttons of her blouse were undone. Immediately, he felt his cock jerk between his legs. 'Fuck her,' he silently cursed. However, fucking Marie simply wasn't an option for Wendell.

"You're my slut," Shondra's words rung in his head, "I tell you who you can fuck, when you can fuck, and how you can fuck."

Marie took a quick look through the papers and then said, "I'll have this back to you in the morning."

Only, he wanted that damned report today. Tomorrow would be too late; it would mean him having to rush through the summary to finish it on time. "I really need it back today."

"You didn't say please."

"Please, Marie, I really need it back today."

"You'll get it in the morning."

"That'll be fine."

Wendell had to get rid of her, he knew that, only he just wasn't sure yet how he was going to manage it.

The day dragged. He always found it difficult to concentrate, knowing he would be seeing his mistress later and so, around four o'clock, he packed up and walked out of his office. "I'm leaving for the day Marie. I have a few things to take care of at home," he said, as he passed her desk.

"Yes, you have a lovely evening, Mr. Kerr." Marie smirked.

'Lovely evening? What ever happened to see you in the morning?' Wendell thought. Surely, she doesn't know where I'm off to. Isn't anything private around here anymore?' He rolled his eyes in silent bewilderment and left.

Upon arriving at Shondra's house, he knocked twice and then used his key to enter. He removed all his clothing, but for a tight black g-string, before finally securing a heavy leather collar around his neck and then kneeling down on the floor and waiting. Several minutes passed before Shondra appeared. The black leather corset she wore pinched her waist, pushing her tits up so they almost burst out, and her smooth black stockings and high spike heeled shoes made her lovely legs appear even longer. Certainly, he had seen her dressed like this before, but he still couldn't help staring. As usual she seemed pleased to see him, only this evening she looked smug.

"Mistress has a little surprise for her slut tonight," she told him, turning and beckoning him over her shoulder with her index finger. Wendell stood up and, walking two paces behind, followed her into the sitting room. He entered and immediately froze. There on the sofa, looking as angelic as always, sat his secretary, Marie. Shondra grinned. "Yes, I thought you might be surprised to my baby girl. Now, show some respect will you, slut, and get down on your knees where you belong."

Wendell's mouth felt dry, and he couldn't speak. He dropped down onto the floor,his thighs spread wide and his cock throbbing between them. Seeing where Marie's eyes were focused, he instinctively tried to cover the bulge in his g-string with his hands. As he did, she mockingly pouted her full lips at him and blew him a kiss.

Ignoring his obvious discomfort, Shondra explained, "Marie and I were just talking the other day, and she asked me if a man can fuck as well as a woman. Well, of course I told her, 'no way,' but she's young and curious and wants to find out for herself."

Marie put her hand to her mouth and stifled a little giggle. "So I told her,'You can use Wendell's if you like.'" Shondra hesitated and glanced down at him.

"Take your hands away so my baby girl can have good look at you."

His lips curled into a nervous little smile as he dropped his hands to his sides, revealing the bulge straining against the sheer fabric stretched across his groin. Shondra poked the tip of her crop inside his g-string, flicked it to one side and, in an instant, what little modestly he had vanished.

Spanking him, Marie had certainly seen his bare ass before, but now , sitting in front of her with his cock and balls fully exposed, he felt humiliated. Despite his embarrassment, however, he had a raging erection. Sometimes it was just like that for Wendell. It was as if his cock had a mind of its own, and he had no control over it.

"Well, what do you think? Will his cock do?"

Marie grinned and nodded. His mistress then turned back to him. "I promised her a man's cock today, and I promised her a good hard fuck. Do you think you can handle that, slut?"

Stunned, Wendell swallowed hard as his mind raced and her words sunk in. Marie was his secretary and he was her boss. Marie had never known a man before. Marie was Shondra's little toy. More than anything else, she too, would have him totally by his balls if he fucked her, with or without his mistress's permission. No, he couldn't do it! He would regret it. It would be just too foolish. Then, as his cock jerked between his legs, one thought predominated over all others in his head - 'Can I handle fucking her? Fuck yes! I can handle fucking the little bitch all right!' His reply, however, was simply a whispered, "Yes, Mistress. I think so."

Tiny beads of sweat began to form on his face and chest. He watched as Marie stood up and slipped her flimsy white dress up and over her head, revealing her matching bra and panties - also white with a lace trim and tiny pink ribbons. Her feet were bare, and her blond hair loose and flowing. Wendell knew it had been a long time since he had seen anything so sweet and innocent to look at.

Gingerly, Marie walked over to him. Standing there in front of him, she looking a little awkward at first. A faint smile formed on her lips, and then she turned around to drop down on to her hands and knees.

"That's a good girl, yes I've trained you well, haven't I?"

"Thank you mistress," she hesitated before adding, "His thingy looks so big; it won't hurt will it?"

"If he hurts my baby girl, I'll whip his ass." She smiled and then, using both hands, gently pulled Marie's panties down around her knees. Her ass was smooth and pale, accentuating the rose color of her cunt. Clearly, she was aroused, as her red and swollen clit protruded through the wet velvety folds of her outer labia. Wendell closed his eyes for a moment and prayed he wasn't dreaming. Shondra stroked her crop over Marie's ass, then down between her thighs to rub it over her glistening sex. "Just look at how wet my baby girl gets," she told him, bringing the crop to her mouth and licking the sweet wetness from it.

"She's lovely, isn't she?"

Wendell was dumbstruck. He nodded his head and silently pleaded for her to allow him to have little taste too. Shondra, however, obviously wasn't feeling particularly generous and so he had to remain content to just enjoy her sweet feminine scent.

His cock throbbed and his balls felt like lead weights between his legs as he sat, obediently watching and waiting. He wanted to jerk off right there and then but, of course, he was forbidden from touching himself without permission. He wanted to just jump up and fuck the little bitch until she begged him to stop. He wanted to do a lot of things; however, Shondra owned his cock now. "Yes, Mistress, she's very lovely," he replied, as he stared down at her inviting young ass.

"Well, how the hell can you see from over there? Drag that slut ass of yours closer, will you , Wendell? I want you to take a better look."

Clumsily, he shuffled forwards on his knees. His cock bobbed in front of him as he moved, and that amused his Mistress. She laughed and gave the tip a quick light slap with her crop. He winced as it sent a painful shot of excitement through him. Then, grabbing hold of his hair, she jerked his head back and leaned down to give him instructions. Her breath felt warm in his ear as she told him, "I want you to give my girl a good hard fuck now. Nice and slow to begin with, and then harder and faster when I tell you. You got that, slut? Good... now get to work, my little fucker."

Feeling his whole body trembling, he shuffled close enough to place his hands on Marie's hips. He pressed the tip of his cock into her wet cunt. It felt so good, so tight. If Shondra had been fucking her, she had been doing it with something much smaller than his cock. He closed his eyes to savor the moment but, unable to control his own lust, he pushed it all the way in, right up to his balls. Marie cried out then grimaced.

Wendell wasn't sure if she was in pleasure or pain. Either way, she made no attempt to move away. That wasn't, however, what his Mistress had in mind.

"Not like that, slut!" she snapped, slapping his ass viciously with her crop. The sharp burning sting caused his body to jolt, he immediately withdrew his cock.

"Now, show me your ass, slut!"

Wendell knew he was in trouble. Backing away from Marie, he leaned over onto the floor to rest his forehead on his folded arms as he lifted his ass. Shondra raised her crop high and then struck it down several times across his soft flesh, leaving burning red welts. Wendell cried out each time it hit, but she wasn't satisfied. "Wider!" Shondra commanded, impatiently tapping the toe of her shoe between his thighs. He spread his legs further, exposing the most vulnerable part of his body.

"Don't worry, slut," she reassured him, "I promise I won't hurt those precious balls of yours" Shondra grinned and once again, raised her crop, only this time she struck it across the back of his scrotum, sending a shock of pain through him. Wendell dropped down onto the floor, cupping his balls in his hands as he writhed about. "Honestly," she smirked, as she held her crop in one hand and traced her fingertips over it with the other. " Sometimes I just can't believe what a fucking liar I can be."

After a couple of minutes, she turned to Marie as said, "He hurt my baby girl,didn't he?"

Wendell lifted his head and glanced across. Sweet and innocent little Marie was grinning but, immediately Shondra spoke, her expression changed to a feigned look of pain as she pouted and nodded.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Shondra said, tapping Wendell with her crop.

He dragged himself up off the floor and once again pressed himself inside the smooth folds, only this time just his cock head. The pleasure he felt was almost as unbearable as the frustration of not being allowed to shove his cock right inside her. He wondered if the little bitch was tightening her cunt muscles to tease him. He gasped, as once again he felt the exquisite pressure. Yes, he was sure of it. His mistress was pleased. Obviously Marie was too, because she began pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

"She's a hungry little whore, isn't she?" Shondra told him. "I made her that way, you know."

"Please, Mistress, this little slut's pussy aches to cum. Please, may she have some more cock?" Marie begged, as she panted and gasped.

Wendell felt the burning sting of his mistress's crop on his ass again.

"Fuck her harder slut! Can't you see she wants more!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Without hesitation, he rammed his hard cock deep inside her wet warmth. He was sure he would explode at any minute. Until,from behind, he felt the firm grip of his mistress's fingers wrapped around his balls. He gasped and then held his breath. "Not yet, slut boy; not until your work is done."

Again and again he rammed his cock into the girl, trying to satisfy her. Her sticky wetness now dripped down onto his balls. After a while, as well lubricated as she might have been, his cock began to feel raw as he pumped her insatiable cunt. Eventually, however, his efforts were rewarded, and his mistress released him.

"Fill her, slut boy!" she commanded.

Those words were almost as sweet as the orgasm he experienced as, thrusting his cock deep inside her, he shot his load of cum. Marie screamed and tossed her head back, and then her whole body shook in a dramatic climax.

"Good slut," his Mistress told him when he had finished, as she patted the top of his head.

'I just fucked sweet little Marie! How many men back at the office would love a piece of her juicy ass?' He asked himself. Yes, numerous times he had overheard them talking about her around the water cooler. Then, in an instant, a devastating thought hit him. 'I just fucked my sweet little secretary, Marie, and I can't tell a fucking soul about it!'

He pulled his limp cock out and sat resting his ass on his heels. He stared down the floor, panting heavily. Then, after a couple of minutes, when he had regained his breath, he looked up. Marie walked over to his Mistress and, as she drew near Shondra slipped her arm around her waist. He watched as the two kissed, their tongues flicking out just before their lips met. Then Marie smiled and said, "Thank you, Shondra, you are so good to me."

His Mistress looked down and gently nuzzled her face into Marie's hair. "Oh, I know that was fun for you, baby girl, but now I'm going to pleasure my little princess like only a woman can."

Turning towards the door, without another word to him or even a glance back in his direction, the two women walked out arm in arm.

The following morning, Wendell couldn't help thinking about the previous night. He felt awkward and uncomfortable when Marie walked into his office. She seemed to have something on her mind, too.

"Here is that report you wanted me to go over," she said, handing him the file. She was about to turn and leave, but then she hesitated, adding, "Mr. Kerr, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I don't feel we can go on like this. I don't want to be your secretary any more."

Wendell couldn't believe what he was hearing. A huge wave a of relief swept over him; he felt as if a heavy load was about to be lifted from him. He'd gotten to fuck hot little Marie, and now he would be getting rid of her. Could it really get any better? He thought again. Yes, of course it could. If Marie left suddenly, his colleagues would assume he had fucked her and then dumped her.

"Yes, I understand, Marie," he replied, trying to look concerned as he nodded his head.

She took a deep breath and continued, "I think I should be officially made your assistant. Oh, and I think that deserves a nice pay raise too, don't you, Mr. Kerr? A nice fat pay rise." Smiling sweetly, she waited for his reply.

Chapter Three:

Wendell fidgeted as he sat alone on the end of his Mistress's bed. Tonight would be something special. Yes, tonight she would take him completely. Shondra's instructions had been clear. "Shower and dry yourself off, then be naked except for your collar when Nicole arrives."

He had done exactly as he had been told. But why Nicole? Maybe it was part of the ritual to be prepared by another mistress? Maybe it was something common in femdom circles. Or, as he had suspected, maybe his mistress just wanted it that way. It wasn't for him to question her. He heard footsteps; sharp clicking sounds on the hard floor. The door swung open and, without knocking, Nicole strutted straight in.

"Well hello there slut boy," she purred. "All ready are we?"

"Yes, Mistress Nicole."

"Good, then get up slut, I want to take better look at you."

Wendell stood up and took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time they had met. No, Shondra had on a number of occasions enjoyed allowing Nicole to watch.

Now however, naked and alone with her, he felt vulnerable and uncomfortable as he shifted from one foot to the other, attempting to conceal his throbbing cock behind his hands. She moved closer, eyeing him carefully, then stopped to stand behind him. Suddenly and without warning she lifted her crop and lashed it across his bare ass. He winced and braced himself for another, however, with no word of explanation, she resumed her inspection. He assumed his pain had simply been for her pleasure and it wasn't his place to question her enjoyment.

"Right, now get down on your knees, slut!"

Immediately he dropped down, his legs spread wide and his arms by his sides. Rigorous obedience training had taught him to obey the commands of a strong woman without hesitation. Confident and assertive -that's how people meeting Nicole for the first time would have described her. Controlling and unforgiving would be how those on more intimate terms knew her to be.

He glanced up, then quickly lowered his eyes again. The tight black Lycra body suit she wore seemed to cling to every part of her body, and the thick studded belt wrapped around her body accentuated her rounded hips. As usual, her long blond hair tumbled down over her shoulders in a most untidy manner. Staring down he could see her black boots with their five-inch gold tipped heels - her trademark.

"Do as you're told, and you won't have to explain any welts on your ass when your Mistress inspects you, slut. Do you understand?"

Wendell bit his lower lip and nodded.

"I didn't hear you slut," she said, pushing her foot between his open thighs,then using her boot to put pressure on his balls.

"Yes Mistress Nicole," he spluttered.

"Good, now we understand each other," she said, smirking and releasing his scrotum from under her foot.

As the director of one of the largest merchant banks in town, Wendell gave the orders. As Shondra's little fuck toy however, he was nothing more than a whimpering whore for her use and amusement - and for the women she chose to share him with. Nicole snapped a leash to his collar and gave it a quick sharp jerk and then led him, on his hands and knees, into the bathroom.

"But this little slut has already washed himself, Mistress."

"Well he's just going to have to have another one then isn't he, Wayne?"

Of course she knew his name was Wendell, but she always called him Wayne. It was just her way of further humiliating him. "Wendell Kerr? Don't you mean Wayne Kerr, wanker," she taunted him the first time they met.

He crouched nervously on the cold tiled floor of the shower recess. She placed a leather bag next to the basin and he watched as she took out an assortment of jars, a short leather crop, and a pair of handcuffs. She arranged the items and then turned to him. "Get up off your knees. How do you expect me to attend to your cock down there?"

Once again, and without hesitation, Wendell stood up.

Picking up the handcuffs she then stepped in front of him. Her smooth lycra clad body brushed up against his as she lifted his hands above his head to secure them to the showerhead. Reaching for the soap, Nicole then began rubbing it between her hands with a little water.

"Well, now. Who's a horny little whore boy then?" She teased as she smirked and ogled his naked body. Unsure of whether or not it was a rhetorical question, Wendell, gave her a weak little smile.

Nicole gripped her fingers around the base of his shaft and began jerking vigorously, then she rubbed her other hand all around his cock and over his rough pubic hair. Wendell whimpered and moaned.

"There, you like that, don't you, slut?"

'Like it? Like having a woman like Nicole touching my cock? Fuck, yes! I like it,' he thought. His answer however, was simply a whispered, "Yes, Mistress Nicole."

She didn't stop until rich foam lather formed all over his crotch area.

"Now here's the real surprise," she told him, chuckling and reaching into her bag to produce a small silver razor.

"Nicole is going to shave Wayne's balls and make him all nice and smooth!"

'Fuck, she can't be serious,' he thought. However, when she began to run the cool blade over his lower belly, his whole body tensed and he realized - she was indeed very serious.

Holding the tip of his cock between her thumb and index finger, she pouted her lips as if in deep concentration. She then scraped the blade over his lathered balls, and all around his cock, taking care to remove every stubble of pubic hair. His stomach muscles tensed every time the blade touched his flesh. Every now and then a soft, uncontrolled whimper would escape him. As he stood there, helpless to do anything but watch, he wondered exactly how much experience she could possibly have had at doing something like this. He braced himself and kept perfectly still. He held his breath, but then could no longer contain himself.

"Mistress Nicole, please be careful won't you?"

"Well of course I will. Don't be so ridiculous!" she snapped. "Now let me concentrate on what I'm doing. This is delicate work. We don't want any unfortunate little accidents now, do we?"

Wendell closed his eyes, and prayed she would finish soon.

Nicole was almost done when a sly grin formed on her lips. She dipped the blade into a bowl of hot steaming water on the floor, then turned it to it's blunt side, and with one swift stroke lashed it right across his scrotum. He gasped and his whole body shook violently.

She threw back her head and laughed.

Realizing what she had done, or rather not done, Wendell sighed with great relief. "You see what a wonderful sense of humor I have? It's just too bad you don't appreciate it, Wayne boy." She pouted her lovely full lips and added, "that was just so fucking funny."

When she had finished she stood back and turned the shower on for a couple of minutes, letting it wash away the trimmed hair and soap. His cleanly shaven groin felt strange. He glanced down; he hadn't seen himself like this since he was a boy. She smiled and licked her lips, then moved a little close to rake her long red finger nails over his smooth balls. "You feel so damned good now, Wayne boy. You really do."

Wendell gave her a nervous little smile. "Thank you Mistress Nicole."

As if wanting to take a better look her effort, she crouched down in front of him. She smiled and slowly ran her hands up the back of his legs and then between his thighs. Wendell felt his scrotum tingle and tighten at her sensual touch. His cock jerked as she then leaned closer and ran the tip of her tongue along his hard shaft. An animal-like moan came from deep within him as he felt her teeth nibble at the ridge separating the head of his cock from the shaft. His body trembled as he whispered hoarsely, "Mistress Nicole, please, I am forbidden pleasure of my body without my mistress's permission."

"Shondra? Fuck Shondra!" Then realizing her words, she laughed, adding, "Oh, I forgot, I already did. And let me tell you Wayne, she's a great little fuck!"

Two women, Shondra and her best friend Nicole, together. Wendell felt his cock throbbing as his mind raced, but then... What would his mistress say if she were to walk in right now? What would she say if she saw him with his hands cuffed above his head and her friend licking his cock? He knew what kind of woman his mistress was. Yes, he knew very well. She would be angry, very angry. And he knew exactly who would be in trouble - and it wouldn't be Nicole!

The muscles in his arms and shoulders ached as he squirmed against his bonds, but the cuffs were secure, and his struggle was in vain.

Nicole cupped his balls in her hand and gently massaged them. Again she leaned in close to him. He felt her warm breath on his cock as she hesitated for a moment. Then smiling she slowly licked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip.

"Mm... What a lovely cock you have, Wayne. Has anyone ever told you that? Oh, I'm sure they have. Yes, a lovely big, hot cock."

Wendell's breathing increased to a pant, tiny beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as his chest heaved up and down. "Mistress Nicole please, you will get this little slut into a lot of trouble."

She looked up him, grinned and then hissed, "And I should worry about that?" as she continued with her salacious licking.

He moaned and closed his eyes; it would be useless to try to reason with her. Women like Nicole always got what they wanted -he knew that. Gripping her fingers around the base, she slid his cock head between her glossy red lips.

Once again she glanced up at him before lowering her face and taking more of his cock into her warm wet mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, her teeth gently grazed his smooth shaft, radiating pure pleasure over Wendell's freshly shaven groin. He looked down to her fingers rubbing between her open thighs, as she balanced there on her spiked heels. He was sure he could smell her sweet pussy through the latex. He wished so much he could see it. Or maybe even be allowed to touch or lick it!

Nicole continued to toy with his cock, but then, as if she may have thought she was running out of time, suddenly swallowed it all into her mouth and began sucking it hard. Her tongue pressed against his throbbing erection and he heard her lips smacking over his flesh as she moaned and enjoyed her treat. Even if he had wanted to, Wendell couldn't have prevented himself from climaxing. It was as if she was drawing the cum right up and out of his balls. Never had experienced a woman with such a talented and insatiable drive for sucking the will out of a man, right through his cock! His body jerked forward, he felt his balls tighten, and with his hips thrusting rapidly, his hot cum spewed into her hungry mouth.

Nicole slurped her treat, grinning and using her fingers to catch the drops of creamy cum that seeped from the corners of her lips. He then strained his neck to watch as her hand jerked rapidly between her legs. Her breathing quickened as she closed her eyes and, as a mixture of her saliva and his cum dripped from her open mouth, she climaxed. For several minutes afterwards she remained squatting on the floor with her back resting up against the shower cubicle and her eyes closed. Regaining her breath, she then stood up and shook her hair back. She grinned as she caught her reflection in the mirror above the basin; her scarlet lipstick had smeared. Using the back of her hand she wiped her mouth, then returned her attention to Wendell.

"Don't worry, little slut, Shondra doesn't have to know our little secret," she reassured him as she smiled and rubbed her body up against his, and stroking his now flaccid cock.

Wendell felt relieved, in more way than one.

"We better do something about this, don't you think?" she asked, grinning and slowly licking the side of his face. "And I have just the thing."

Reaching over to one of the jars on the bench, she removed the lid and dipped her long fingers into a clear gel.

"This will have your slutty cock stiff again in no time, Wayne boy," she said with a smirk. "Trust me." Wendell swallowed hard. Trust her? What choice did he really have? His answer once again was simply, "Yes, Mistress Nicole."

As she massaged his cock, he felt a warm tingling sensation -it felt good. Only after just a few minutes the heat increased, then - fuck it! It began to burn.

"Please Mistress! This slut's cock is burning!" he begged, looking down at his now red and swollen erection.

Nicole ignored him and continued.

"Please, Mistress! No more, please!"

"This is for your own good, slut," she said, dismissing his pleas. "You don't want your Mistress to know you stuck that big fat cock of yours in my mouth do you? What do you think she would say if I told her how you flaunted yourself like a cheap whore? How you were shaking those balls of yours, and practically begged to be sucked off. Now shut the fuck up, before I have to give you something to really whine about!"

Wendell closed his eyes and hoped the pain would subside soon.

"Well now you really do have a hot cock," she told him, chuckling at her own little joke.

After a few minutes, the stinging burning eased to a prickly tingling sensation, only Nicole hadn't finished with him yet. Dipping her fingers into another jar, she rubbed an oily cream all over his sphincter then pressed one finger deep inside and wriggled it about. "You'd better get used to that, slut."

Wendell understood exactly what she meant.

She released him from the handcuffs. "Put this on, and wait here slut," she ordered, tossing him a satin g-string, and walking out the door. He did as he was told, however, as he slipped into the g-string, he soon realized it was far too small. The crotch cut between his ass cheeks and pulled tightly over his cock and balls. He tried to adjust it, but it made little difference. He sat down on the end of the bed and again tried to pull it into a more comfortable position, but the more he fiddled with it the more his cock throbbed to be released from the restrictive pouch. He heard female voices outside. The door opened and Nicole re-entered. "It's time, slut boy," she said, with a smug grin, as she grabbed the end of his leash and jerked him up to his feet.

"Who else is here? I didn't realize she had invited others," he whispered to Nicole.

"Well, surprise, surprise, Wayne boy." She tugged on his leash and dragging him through the door. Wendell's jaw dropped. He felt his face burning with embarrassment. Instinctively, he tried to move back, but Nicole's firm grip on his leash prevented him from retreating. Eight other women sat around the room - several were wearing leather. The two sitting on the couch were fondling each other and seemed in a world of their own. A couple sitting on the floor, semi-naked, were obviously submissives. And, sitting on a large leather chair in the corner, looking as lovely as ever, was his new assistant, Marie. She gave him a cheeky grin and a little wave as he entered.

As he stood there with his hands over his cock, the room went quiet, all eyes focused on his near naked body. He felt the sharp sting of a crop on his ass.

He jumped and swung around to see Shondra standing there in her black leather corset. As always, her dark hair had been pulled back into a tight knot at the back of her head. Her makeup was immaculate, right down to the heavy red lipstick coating her mouth. Lowering his eyes, he noticed her black ankle boots with little silver padlock attached to the sides. She took a step forward, then ran the tip of her crop up the inside of his thigh before using it to slap his hands away. Then, placing the tip of her crop inside his g-string, she flicked it to one side, allowing his throbbing cock and heavy balls to fall free.

Wendell swallowed hard as the women all stared. Shondra smirked as she noticed his discomfort.

"You have no reason to be embarrassed, Wendell," she told him. "I'm sure all these ladies have seen a cock before." Several of the women sniggered, and Wendell heard soft inaudible whispers being exchanged between them. His Mistress held up her hand for quiet and continued to speak. "Thank you all for coming here this evening to witness my slut, Wendell, getting..." she hesitated, "...de-flowered."

Again there were several sniggers.

She nodded to two women seated near by and they stepped forward. Both wore red corsets and matching stockings. Each held a length of white satin rope. "Wendell, Hottie and Lottie here will assist in the ceremony. Now get down, slut."

Feeling more than a little confused at this stage, he did as she commanded,dropping to his hand and knees. Assist? Then, as they knelt down either side of him, he understood. Rope was secured around each of his ankles and his legs gently pulled apart to open and spread his ass cheeks. Nicole unhooked his leash, gave his head a little pat, and took a seat. Wendell looked about the room. His eyes widened as he spotted a large black strap-on placed on a red satin cushion on a near by table. Shondra reached for it, and he began to panic.

"But Mistress! You said you would use a small cock to take my virgin ass!" he whimpered in urgent protest.

"Well, I changed my mind, didn't I?"

"But, Mistress... "

"Will you just shut the fuck up, Wendell," she hissed. "I don't have the time or the patience for your pathetic whining."

Wendell gasped as she raised the rubber cock high and then brought it down across his tender ass to leave a stinging red welt.

Shondra then announced, "The scissors please."

He looked across and saw Nicole grinning and leaning over to whisper something to the woman sitting next to her. Again Wendell panicked.

'Fuck it,' he thought. 'What's she up to now? No way...' He tried to stand up, but Lottie and Hottie jerked on the ropes, causing him to fall clumsily to the floor again.

Shondra rolled her eyes, and reached down to hook her index finger in Wendell's g-string, then, using the scissors she, cut the fabric, and what little modesty he had disappeared with a single snip. Nicole stifled a giggle. "Your slut thought you were going to cut something else!"

"I know..." she replied, with a smirk. Several others laughed. Wendell watched as his mistress stood over him and one of the women buckled the strap-on around her hips and then between her legs. "Don't worry, this is going to be so much fun. Then with a smug grin, she added, "Well, for one of us anyway."

'I'll use a nice little cock on your virgin ass,' that's what she had told him. Now, seeing the massive rubber phallus extending from between her legs made Wendell's eyes water. She stepped in front of him and pulled the cock to one side before releasing it and letting slap the side of his face.

"Suck it, slut boy. I want it good and wet, ready to fuck that sweet little ass of yours."

He had never sucked a cock before - not of any kind. He hesitated, then leaned forward to slowly lick at the smooth rubber. Closing his eyes, he was about to take another, when Shondra grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head up.

"Will you quit fucking around and just stick the whole damned thing in your mouth!"

A mixture of excitement and shame came over him. Wendell moaned and took the rubber cock between his lips, sliding them down the length of it. He felt a tingle, a thrill, as he tasted the rubber and felt its smoothness on his tongue. Fuck, he could barely believe it! He was enjoying sucking a rubber cock in front of all these women. Within minutes, he had coated it with his warm saliva, and the excess was dripping down his chin.

"Look how the slut's mouth is salivating. He just can't get enough of it," one of the women quipped.

Yes, it felt good in his mouth. It slid in and out so easily, with no discomfort at all, but how would it feel up his ass, he wondered? Yes, he could get quite used to sucking Shondra's cock. Her putting it up his ass, however, now that was a different matter. Suddenly his thoughts were jarred, as she whipped the cock from him. It made a loud popping sound that made him realize just how heavily he'd been sucking. "That's good enough, slut. My friends have come here to see your ass get fucked, not watch you enjoying sucking damned cock."

He listened as her spiked heels clicked on the hard floor and she moved around behind him. The ropes tied around his ankles became taut as Hottie and Lottie pulled his legs wider apart. Shondra pressed the tip of the cock against his ass. He took a deep breath and braced himself, but nothing happened.

"Beg for it, slut. Beg me to fuck your virgin ass. We want to hear how badly you want to feel it deep in your hot, little male cunt!"

Shondra told him, as she smirked and gently stroked his ass with the tip of her crop. "Show everyone what a little slut you really are."

Swallowing hard, he managed to stutter - "Please Mistress. Please, use this little slut's ass?"

Turning his head, he whispered to her, "You will be gentle, won't you?"

Ignoring his second question, she gave the side of his ass another quick sharp slap with her crop. "I don't think everyone heard you, Wendell. Say it again, and this time I want everyone to hear what you want!"

Again, he swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak, but before he had managed a single word she rammed the huge cock head into his tight sphincter. He cried out, as he felt himself being stretched beyond anything he had imagined. His ass felt like it was on fire. He tried to press his legs together to gain some relief, but the two women either side of him gripped the ropes too tightly. He tried to move forward, but she slapped his ass with her crop, telling him, "You're not going anywhere until I've finished with you, slut."

It felt good! It felt bad! It was a roller coaster of sensations. As she stretched and forced his virgin ass open, his internal muscles began to tense and tighten. Sensing this, Shondra slapped his ass a couple of times more. "Take it all slut, don't make me have to rape you!"

And with that, she pushed further inside him. He could now feel the cool rubber balls of the strap-on hammering against his own. Reaching under his belly, Shondra gripped his cock, leaned over his body, and whispered in his ear. "Well, what have we got here? Your cock's never been so fucking hard, has it, Wendell?"

Sweat began to drip down his face and body. Could he admit it to himself? That he was enjoying be

The Holiday Starts

The Holiday Starts
By: LadyGrey

The Holiday Starts. By Lady Grey

After the Meet and Greet session, we all moved through into the dining room where the most scrumptious hot and cold buffet was laid out. Ray joined us for the meal, and we all chatted along like old friends, but I could not help but notice the way his eyes kept dropping to gaze hungrily at our quite openly displayed breasts. After we had taken our fill of the food on offer we all moved into the bar. A small group was playing Caribbean music. Ray ordered some drinks and we sat and watched the other couples on the small dance floor.

Three guys came in and sat down at the table next to us. They looked in our direction and smiled. I looked across at Magda. "I think we have some admirers."

She turned and looked and smiled at the guys. "The prospects certainly look interesting," she said with a grin.

Ray looked over at the guys. He turned to me. "Look, Laura, if you want to pull, don't let me stop you."

I smiled and leaned across and squeezed his hand. "Don't worry, Ray, we are not on the pull tonight, just sizing up the prospects."

He grinned. "I can see you two are going to have fun here."

I grabbed his hand. "Come on, lets me and you have a dance." I pulled him up onto the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close. His face was resting against mine and I could smell the nice scent of his after shave.

"You don't know how often I've thought about holding you in my arms," he said. I rubbed my body up against him and his hands dropped down and rested on my bottom. "You're not wearing a lot tonight." I could sense him smiling as his hands caressed the firm cheeks of my ass.

When we got back to the table, Magda had moved over and was sitting with the three guys. I decided not to join her as I didn't want to make Ray feel out of place. "Do you want another drink?" Ray asked me.

I shook my head. "No thanks, not really. I feel like a walk. It is rather warm in here." I told Magda I would see her back at the bungalow and we made our way outside. It was cooler outside but still quite warm. We made our way through the palm trees down to the beach. The water sparkled in the moonlight.

We walked down to the water's edge and I took off my shoes and paddled in the cool water. "Oooh, that feels better," I said splashing my feet in the water. "It looks so inviting it makes me want to swim."

Ray looked at me. "Well, what's stopping you?"

I looked at him. "Well, for one thing I haven't got a suit."

He smiled. "I can't see a little problem like that stopping you."

I moved up the beach away from the water. I looked at him and began to unbutton my blouse. I slipped it down my arms and dropped it onto the sand. Ray stood watching me. The moonlight made my exposed flesh look even whiter than it was and I knew the coolness of the night air was making my nipples hard and erect. I undid the wrap around skirt and dropped it on top of my blouse. I stood there naked apart from my brief thong. I wondered for a moment about leaving it on but I had gone this far. I eased my fingers into the waist band and slowly pushed the thong over my hips and down my legs. I lifted one foot at a time and stepped out of it. I stood there naked.

Ray just stood there and looked at me. "Wow! You are really beautiful. Your pictures don't do you justice."

"Thank you," I said, leaning across and kissing him, our tongues intertwining. Then I ran off down the beach to the water. I ran into the softly lapping waves and dived into the water. I loved the sensation of swimming naked and dived and twisted my body in the cool water.

Suddenly I realised that someone was coming towards me. It was Ray. He, too, was now naked. He dived down into the water and came up beside me. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my naked body against his. "You don't know how many times I've dreamt of this," he said. I kissed him again, enjoying the taste of his mouth, the feel of his tongue in mine. "Let's go back onto the beach," I said softly. "I think I want you to make love to me." He took my hand and led me through the water up onto the beach.

I lay down in the soft sand. It still felt warm from the sun. I raised my knees and spread my legs. Ray stood looking down at me. I ran my finger suggestively down the cleft of my pussy. "It's all yours," I said, smiling up at him, "to show my appreciation for all the work you have done for me." I saw him lick his lips and I could see his cock standing out hard and erect. He dropped onto his knees between my legs.

He reached up my body and caressed my breasts tenderly and lovingly. Then he slowly ran them down over my hips, across my flat stomach, and down between my thighs. He still had not touched my pussy and I was aching to feel his hands on my most intimate parts. Then he leant down and kissed my pussy lips. I cried out and grabbed his head, pushing it hard down between my open thighs. His tongue slid into me and he quickly and expertly sought out my clit which he began to manipulate with his tongue.

He quickly brought me off and I felt my juices flowing out and running down between my thighs. "Please fuck me, Ray, I pleaded, I need to feel you inside me." I almost swooned as I felt the hardness of his cock nudging open the portals to my passage of pleasure. Then he was deep inside me. I groaned and clung to him as he began to fuck me.

He was good for a man of his age. What he lacked in youth he more than made up for in experience. He brought me close so many times, and I was begging with him, pleading with him, to finish me off, but he kept me on the edge, seemingly for an age before he at last let me cum. I screamed out loud as I felt him ejaculate into me. We collapsed in a heap, our sweating bodies covered in the fine white sand.

A swim in the cool water washed away the signs of our lovemaking, and we came back and slipped back into our clothes. Ray walked me back to our bungalow and I was surprised to see that the light was on. I wondered if Magda had brought some company back. I kissed Ray lightly and said I would see him in the morning. I pushed the door open and found Magda sitting on the bed, alone. She looked up as I came in. She saw my hair was wet and disheveled. She smiled. "Have you been paying your debts to Ray?" she asked, I picked up a cushion from a chair and threw it at her. She caught it easily.

"It's none of your business," I said with a smile, but I knew she had an idea what I had been up to. "Besides, Ray said I did not owe him anything for all his work on my stories, that he thoroughly enjoyed doing them and knew I really appreciated his hard work."

We both slept well as it had been a long day and we both were tired. We woke bright and early the next morning. We showered and decided on our bikinis with a wrap around, deciding to wear our more traditional bikinis as we did not know the scene yet and thought that these might be more suitable. Ray joined us for breakfast and we told him we were going down to the beach for the morning. He said he was going for a stroll to look around the sights but would join us later.

The beach was not crowded and we selected a couple of loungers within easy reach of the sea. We laid out our towels, undid our wrap arounds and, after looking around and seeing most other women on the beach were topless, we undid our bikini tops and removed them.

The sun was hot and Magda said we needed sun-screen. She took a bottle from her bag. "Lie down and I'll do you then you can do me." I lay on my front and Magda applied sun-screen to my back and legs. "Okay, turn yourself over and let me do the front." As I turned over I saw the three guys who Magda had been sitting with in the bar last night coming down the beach. Magda saw them and waved. They walked over and stood around our lounger. I saw they were getting a good eyeful of our naked breasts.

"You two young ladies are looking lovely this morning," one of them said. "Mind if we join you?"

I shook my head and shrugged. "No, sit down, it's a free world." They pulled up some loungers and spread out their towels.

They introduced themselves as Dave, Pete, and Chris from New York.

They were traders in the money market. "Your dad not with you today?" Dave asked me with a grin.

Magda looked at him sharply. "I told you he's not her dad; he's a friend, a good friend."

Dave held his hands up. "Sorry, babe, I was only kidding." Magda gave him a sharp look. Then she poured some sun-screen onto her hands and proceeded to do my front.

The guys watched with interest as she rubbed the cream over my breasts. "Nice work if you can get it," Chris said.

I smiled at him. "Well, Magda needs doing next, and I'm sure she won't mind if one of you guys are willing."

They looked at each other and smiled. "I'm sure we can manage that little job, just lie down." Magda gave me a look but smiled as she eased herself down on the lounger. She handed the bottle to Pete who had volunteered himself for the job.

I think she enjoyed Pete applying the sun-screen, especially the way he concentrated on her breasts. He made sure there was plenty of cream covering every inch of her twin peaks, and by the time he had finished, she was groaning with pleasure. We had a great morning with the guys. They were good company. We all did some swimming and the guys kept the drinks flowing. Ray joined up with us just before lunch. I could see that he liked the sight of the pair of us in just our bikini bottoms.

After lunch we all joined some other guests on a cruise out to some islands for a barbeque. It was fun on the cruise and it was nice to meet up with some of the other guests. Ray and the lads were in their element. There were tits all over the place. Wherever you looked naked breasts were on show.

After an hours sail the skipper pulled the boat into a palm fringed cove and he told us we would now have to swim to the shore. There were shouts and screams as we all dived into the cool blue water and made our way to the beach. Some of the staff from the resort were already there setting up things and were about to start getting the barbeque under way.

Some of the guests decided to stay around where the barbeque was, but Dave suggested that we all explore the island as it was very small, so we all trouped off down the beach. After a fifteen minute walk we found ourselves in a deserted cove. The lads decided to take a break and flopped down on the sand. I walked down to the water with Magda and we splashed around for a bit. Magda noticed that the tops of my arms were looking a bit red. "Think you need some more sun screen on," she said. I looked at my arms and nodded. We walked back up the beach to where we had left our things. "Got a job for you guys," I said; "we both need more sun screen." The four of them looked up and grinned and quickly got to their feet. Dave and Chris took on Magda while Ray and Pete started on me.

Pete started on my top half and worked his way down, paying special attention to my breasts. It was exciting to feel him caressing my breasts with the other guys around. Meanwhile, Ray sat down on the sand and started applying the sun-screen to my legs. I glanced over at Magda. She smiled at me and I saw she was getting the same attention. When they reached my bikini bottoms they stopped. Ray looked up at me. "Do you want us to do you all over, Laura?" he asked, with a slight smile on his face. I knew what he was getting at. Here we were alone in this beautiful deserted cove with four sexually hungry guys.

I smiled down at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I said.

He nodded and looked up at Pete. "Don't you think it's a shame to cover an exciting body like this?" he said. Pete looked at me and nodded.

I was not sure if things were going too far too quickly, but then I thought, what the heck. "You might as well while you're at it," I said. He looked at Pete and smiled as he pulled the strings of my bikini bottoms. Once undone, he eased the small scrap of material from between my legs.

Ray looked at my smooth pussy, the same pussy that he had had the pleasure of last night. Then he leaned forward and kissed it, drawing his tongue along the exposed cleft. I shivered and smiled down at him as I ran my fingers through his hair.

It was an exciting feeling to be naked with the four guys around. Pete was rubbing sun screen into the firm flesh of my ass and I could not suppress a groan as I felt his searching fingers slip between my legs and gently touch the delights hidden there. It was crowded with Ray's tongue already there, but they seemed to manage just fine.

Dave and Chris had seen Ray remove my bikini bottom and I saw Magda turn and smile at me as she nodded her head to something Dave had said to her. She pulled on the strings of her bikini bottoms and let them fall onto the sand. She, too, was now completely naked.

I was beginning to get a lovely warm feeling as I stood there with Pete caressing my ass with one hand and my breasts with the other, while Ray continued to nuzzle my pussy. His tongue was doing delightful things as he eased it between my pussy lips, opening them up, then working slowly up until he was able to work his magic on my clit that was by this time aching to be pleasured. I reached out and pulled Pete towards me. I could feel he was hungry for me and our lips met and crushed together. I opened my mouth and our tongues wrestled. I knew now I was going to get seriously fucked, here on this beautiful Caribbean beach. I did not know by how many of them, and I did not care.

Ray was still sitting on the sand in front of me, his hands gripping onto my ass and his tongue still doing wonderful things to me, but I now needed more. It was Pete's turn to groan as I slid my hand down the front of his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his hard member. "Oh boy, that feels so wonderful, baby," he whispered into my ear. I gripped him tighter and ran my hand along the full length of his hard cock.

I reluctantly twisted away from the pleasure Ray was giving me and crushed my body up against Pete. I could feel his hard erection pressing up against my stomach. I slowly slid down onto my knees in front of him. With one swift movement I pulled down his shorts; his hard cock swung out and slapped against my face. I took it in my hands caressing it, then I licked across the large swollen head. Pete cried out and his fingers twisted in my hair as I took him deep into my mouth.

As I sucked on him I could feel Ray exploring the delights of my ass, his probing fingers opening me up and delving into the warm wet interior. I raised my ass up-- I wanted to feel both of them; I wanted to be used and abused by the pair of them. As I sucked hungrily on Pete's cock I felt the delightful sensation of Ray rubbing his erection between the cheeks of my ass. I eased my legs apart to give him access and then to my delight I felt him opening me up and tried to cry out but my mouth was full. As he slid his length deep into me, his hands reached around and cupped my hanging breasts. I was in heaven.

Between them they gave me a good seeing too. When Pete came I drank down as much as I could manage. Some ran down my chin and dripped into the warm sand. Meanwhile, Ray was gripping onto my thighs as he thrust into me. When he came my body responded with a surge of pleasure; orgasms shook my whole being.

Ray's wilting cock slid out of me. I looked up at Pete. Surprisingly, he was still hard. "Are you ready for more?" I asked with a slight smile. "I sure am," he replied. "I could fuck you all day." I smiled to myself. That would be something to look forward to.

As I lay back on the sand I looked across to where Magda was enjoying the pleasures of Dave and Chris. She had her legs over Dave's shoulders and he was thrusting into her as she was working on Chris's hard cock with her hand. Suddenly Chris cried out and ejaculated a long stream of creamy white sperm. It splashed over Magda's face and breasts. I fell back onto the sand. Magda was certainly making the most of her holiday.

Ray sat beside me, gripping my hand tightly, as Pete eased my legs apart and thrust himself into my waiting hole. He seemed insatiable. He brought me to the brink several times before at last giving me the ultimate pleasure my body craved, and after he had filled me with his juices, he slumped exhausted into the sand beside me. Our bodies were covered in sand sticking to the perspiration and the excess juices from our combined lovemaking.

We all lay there. Then I turned as I heard Magda calling. "Come on, you lot, we had better get cleaned up or we are going to miss the food." I looked across to where Magda was running down the beach hand in hand with Dave and Chris, the three of them still naked. They splashed into the waves. I scrambled up and quickly followed them, chased by Pete and Ray.

We all helped to wash the sand and everything else off each other's bodies; then we walked back up the beach and picked up our swim suits. We decided not to put them on for the moment and let the sun dry our bodies. We must have looked an interesting sight, the six of us walking down the beach all holding hands with not a stitch of clothing between us. We all slipped into our swim wear before we joined up with the others. We enjoyed a great BBQ, washed down with large glasses of orange juice laced with good Caribbean rum. After the meal, as we splashed in the cool waters of the cove, Magda said how much she had enjoyed the guys' company. "Can't remember how long it has been since I was fucked by two guys at once," she said with a grin. I had to agree with her that the afternoon had been a complete success.

Later someone arranged a game of volley ball and Magda and I got picked together for one team. It was an exciting and strenuous game and the other guests cheered us on to a win. On the way back, Ray sat beside me. The evening was drawing in and the sun was almost touching the ocean. "I hope you have enjoyed your day," I said.

He nodded. "It's been beyond my wildest expectations," he said, squeezing my hand.

"Sharing you with Pete on the beach was one of the wildest things I have ever done. And the rest of the day was a great experience. The meal on the beach was great and to cap it all, watching you all play Volley ball; I have never seen so many bouncing tits. It was like being in my ultimate heaven."

It was almost dark as we tied up by the quayside. We told the guys we would see them later in the bar, then we made our way back to our bungalow. The place looked lovely when we entered. The maid had turned down our beds and a tropical flower lay on each of our pillows, the air filled with the scent from burning incense sticks. "This is the life!" Magda smiled at me as she dropped down onto the bed.

I looked at my watch. "We need to get ready if we are meeting the guys in the bar before the meal."

Magda looked up at me and smiled. "I've had such a good day. I could just stop here and go to sleep," I looked down at her lying there in just her brief bikini bottoms, her body already looking sun kissed. I felt a need for her.

"I'm going to shower," I said. "Care to join me?"

She looked up at me and smiled. "That might be a nice idea," she said and slid off the bed.

The shower had always been one of our favorite places to make love and soon we were entwined around each other as we pleasured each others bodies. Afterwards, we kissed tenderly as we sensually dried each others bodies.

We selected similar outfits for the evening. It was something we often did-- long silk wrap around skirts and colorful silk blouses. We both loved to feel silk next to our skin and we decided that bras were out of the question for tonight. We did compromise by wearing brief thongs as we had not gotten into the totally naked theme yet.

It felt lovely walking over to the bar. The air was just turning cooler after the heat of the day and a slight breeze wafted through our brief outfits making our nipples harden in the cool night air. The guys were already in the bar and waved us over. There was no sign of Ray. I guessed he was resting after the exertions of the day.

I could see that the guys liked our outfits and I noticed the interest in the state of our nipples that were poking sharp points in the soft silk of our tops. We were on our second round of drinks before Ray joined us, looking colorful in a bright Hawaiian shirt and shorts.

We all had another round of drinks before making our way to the restaurant and making short work of a delicious meal and several bottles of wine. We all relaxed and chatted together over coffee and brandy and discussed the program for the following day. There was a snorkeling class in the morning that Magda and I wanted to join up with. Ray said he would come along if that was okay by us. We readily agreed. The guys said they would give it a miss and meet up with us for the buffet lunch. Then we all returned to the bar for some dancing and the evening entertainment. It was great fun having the four guys to dance with and we were never off the dance floor all evening. I think the guys found our outfits exciting, especially during the slower numbers when they could spend more time exploring our bodies through the thin silk that adorned them. I was wondering just how the evening would end. We had of course discovered the four into two would go after our experiences on the beach but I was not sure that this is what I wanted. Luckily this was resolved when Dave and Chris paired up with another couple of girls. Anna and Heidi were from Austria, tall blonds with exciting figures. I smiled to myself, feeling sure the guys would enjoy their company.

It was hot in the bar and with all the exertions of dancing, I needed to get some fresh air. Pete suggested a stroll outside and I agreed. Magda was on the floor dancing with Ray and I was pleased to see they were getting on okay. It was nice outside after the heat of the bar. We walked down through the trees to the beach and took our shoes off and dipped our feet in the cool water.

Pete asked me about my relationship with Ray and seemed to be relieved when I explained that he was just a good friend who I had just met up with for the first time. I explained how Ray helped me with my writing. Then I explained to him about my hobby of writing, and he was more than interested when I told him that I wrote erotic stories. "I'll give you my e-mail address before we leave," he said, "and you can send me some of your work."

I shivered slightly and Pete noticed. "Are you feeling cool?" he asked. I nodded slightly. "I'm not wearing a lot," I said with a grin.

"I have noticed," he said. "Shall we make our way back?" I nodded. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. It felt nice and I snuggled up against him. "We could always stop off at our place," he said. "I don't think the other two will be in tonight if I know them."

I smiled. "That might be nice," I said and walked with him through the trees to their bungalow.

It was not long before I was feeling warm again, and it was not due to wearing more clothes, as mine and Pete's were scattered around the floor, and he was thrusting into me. What a holiday this was turning out to be, It was only three days old and I had been fucked four times by two different guys. If this went on I wondered if my pussy was going to hold up for a fortnight.

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