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The New Boss part 2
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The New Boss part 2 Previously I was left with the vibrating egg inside of me as Lori was walking away... I tried to ask her to have some sort of mercy on me, but I can't talk. All I can do is shudder as the buzzing inside of me rattles my sex pleasingly. I try to do what work I can trying to take my mind off the constant arousal.It's so hard. The time slowly ticks by, but the sexual mood progresses quickly. It's only ten minutes before I feel an orgasm course through me. It's a small one, but it makes me shudder just the same. About five minutes after that I am humping the chair wanting more. After an hour I have had four orgasms, and I'm feeling really worn out. I'm ready for a break from the stimulation. I can't concentrate on working so I just sit back, but then all I feel is the egg working it's magic. My computer screen flips to show me in real time. Lori is telling me that she's watching I guess. I look worn out, and I can see the horniness in my own eyes. Seeing myself on the screen with the look of want on my face as the toy pleasures me only makes my situation worse. Or better depending on how you see it. I watch myself as another orgasmic peak approaches. I see myself reacting. The look on my face, in my eyes, is a look of pure wanting lust. The way I see myself moan as the pressure builds in my crotch. I can see myself rising up and falling back as I hump the air uncontrollably. I see myself moving faster and faster as the pressure builds to enormous lengths. I see myself begin to shake when the stress in me begins to give. I watch intently feeling the wall holding my pleasure back explodes releasing my orgasm. I see myself moaning, shaking, and humping as the waves shoot out of me. I can't stop it, and I don't want it to end. It feels so good. The waves come one on top of the other for a minute before slowly waning. I am then left slouching in my chair seeing myself as the last few waves shake me to the core. I am exhausted and sore, but the egg keeps on going. I have to go pee so bad, but the stimulaton is keeping it at bay. My body is so worn out from the orgasms that I can barely move. Yet I feel the buzzing inside of me. Wearing through my exhaustion. Stimulating me once more. Slowly the need builds again. Slowly my sore crotch is beginning to want again. I close my eyes hoping to slow the end results, but it makes it worse because all I can feel is the vibrations. I open them only to see myself once more on the computer screen. There's no way out so I give in and close my eyes letting nature take it's course. I feel my body reacting once more, and I feel another orgasm slowly rise within me. It feels like a while before it fills my soul, and is ready to release. I want it, but yet dread it. My body tenses as it overtakes me, and my hips raise up off the chair humping nothing. I accept my fate wanting it. Needing it once more. My breath quickens as the dam readys to brst inside of my loins. Then the egg stops. The stimulation ceases. My body falls to the chair, and the dam quickly rebuilds holding my orgasm inside. I open my eyes to see Lori standing beside me smiling as I catch my breath. "Looks like someone was having fun while the boss was away." I just look up at her feeling faint. "You look fucked. Literally. Did you figure out anything you'd like to tell me?" "You know. You seen." Is all I could mumble. "I did, and I knew you wouldn't mind. From what I seen I was right. Right?" I nod my head admitting the truth. She kisses the top of my head before giving me a quick hug. "Rest up sweetie. You're coming home with me for a couple of hours." She walks away, and I am left with the need to pee overcoming me. Without the egg buzzing the pressure in my bladder is getting to be too much. I try to stand, but my legs are too weak. I sit back down. I slide to the floor hoping to crawl the way to the bathroom. I sit there holding the arm of my chair trying to not pee myself when I see the cushion of my seat is soaked with my sex juices. Looking down I see my jeans are also soaking wet in the crotch almost like I had already peed myself. The cold floor chills my ass through my torn jeans making it harder to retain my urine. I roll around onto my knees, and begin my long journey crawling to the other side of the room. I get a short way before Lori is standing beside me watching. "Nice view from behind." she comments. I turn to see her holding her phone pointing it at me. "Tad will love this sight. Keep going. Mommy likes." I turn, and keep moving trying to not mess myself along the way. It seems like forever before I am opening the bathroom door. I have to stop a few times to squeeze my legs together to keep from peeing. I crawl in, and see my destination at last. My legs are still weak, but they are slowly feeling better. I barely get through the door before I feel the egg activate once again making me fall flat on my face. "You look like a hot mess dearie. But I feel guilty that I didn't let you finish before. So I'll let you finish now. Right here on this dirty bathroom floor." I feel it vibrate hard right from the start, and it makes my feet numb. My vagina reacts immediately by becoming wet and sensitive. The dam quickly regrows inside of me, but it feels more intense that before with the added pressure of me having to pee. Lori pulls me onto my knees making me kneel upright facing her. She makes me lock my fingers together on top of my head submissively. My weak legs barely hold me up, and my body shudders as the dam reaches the breaking point. I watch Lori as she leans back against the sink recording me. She has a huge smile on her face as she points her phone at me. I close my eyes, and that's all it took. Once my eyes shut all I can feel is the vibration inside of me. It's enough to overflow the reservoir bursting the wall holding my orgasm back. My body shakes and shivers, my legs fight to keep me up, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I moan. The waves take me hard pleasuring my sore and tired body. One after the next I succumb to the lust of my lover's torture. For a few long minutes my orgasm takes me to enjoyable heights before slowly waning off into occasional twitches making me shake. As soon as the egg stops buzzing I feel my bladder give in. My sore crotch feels the warm wetness that tickles my legs as it runs down my legs. My already soaked pants barely absorb any as it flow freely and uncontrollaby from me. "Naughty, naughty. My sweetie is making a pee pee mess." She scolds me as she continues to point her phone at me. I just relax letting it flow since the mess has already begun. I feels so good losing all of the pressure. Feeling the relief. Once I'm done she sets down her phone, and leans down looking me in the eye as I kneel before her. "Daddy's not going to like to hear our Michele had an oopsie. Now take off those disgusting pants." I manage to my feet feeling my legs shaking under my weight. Leaning back against the wall I peel off my soaking wet jeans. Standing half naked in front of her she motions for me to come to the sink. I try to stumble over to her, but my legs give out. I fall to my knees. "Stay there then. Take off the rest of your clothes, and kneel." I watch kneeling naked as she fills a coffee mug with water. She dumps the cold water over my right shoulder. I feel my body tense, and my nipples harden from the chill. A second cup dumps over my left shoulder. She looks at me for a second before dumping another cup full down my back. Then she reaches down grabbing a firm hold of my hardened nipples squeezing them gradually harder and harder making me moan as the pain sets in. She kisses my lips as she squeezes lifting my breasts by the nipples. Then she returns to the sink before returning with a pump bottle of soap. It too is cold as she squirts it out onto my chest and stomach. Then onto my back just above my ass. "Rub it in. It's time to have a clean, fresh, and not messy girl. You need to be clean before we go see daddy." I lather it all over me, and as soon as I finish she begins to pour more water over me rinsing the soap away. The water feels much warmer, and more tolerable. A welcome thing for my aching body. When I finish rinsing off she begins to hand me paper towels. I use them to dry myself all the way down to my feet. Then I am left with wet feet standing in a puddle. "Go get a mop out of the janitor's closet." I reach for my clothes, but she stops me. "I didn't tell you to take your clothes, did I? Now go." I stare at her in disbelief. The closet is all the way across the office, and anybody can show up at any time. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I was caught streaking through the office. "Go! Now! Hurry up!" She insists. I open the door peeking out. She shoves me through it. After a second of shock I look around quick full of adrenaline and run to the closet. I grab the handle only to find out that it's locked. I run back to her covering myself the entire time the best I can with my hands and arms. "Oh yeah, you'll need the key. I forgot." She says laughing as she hands me the key. "One more thing. Stand here a second." I stand as she removes her bra, and puts my feet through the arm holes so that it's around both of my ankles. "Now go, and don't stretch out my bra." She again pushes me out of the door into the office. My arms quickly recover my nakedness. I hear her order me to keep my hands on my hips. I try to run as I hold my hips, but the bra makes it impossibe to moe fast. I use the cubicles as cover the best I can as I slowly make my way to the janitor's closet once more. I have to go through at least a dozen keys to open the door, and then I grab the mop before slowly returning. I mop up the wet floor, and then she makes me return the mop. Eventually I am standing in front of her. She takes her bra off my ankles, and takes me by the hand leading me to her office. Closing the door behind us she hands me a bag. "I got this for you." I look in it, and see clothes. I pull them out one by one looking at what she bought. The first thing I pull out is a white halter top. It has spaghetting strap shoulders, a plunging lace neckline, and a lace back. It's not very big for an XXXL size. I set it to the side before pulling out a really short mini skirt. It's light pink with a wide lace side panel running from the wait to the hem, and the hem itself is a wide strip of lace. It too doesn't have much to it for being a large size. The next thing I pull out is a black bra made completely out of lace. It has a front clasp, and looks almost see through. I pull a matching g string out next looking it over before seeing a pair of red high heels in the bottom of the bag. "Try it on girl. It's all you have to wear now." I squeeze into the g string first. It's rather tight, but I manage. Then the bra, which is also a bit snug leaving my cups to runneth over a bit. I slip the top on. It's really loose for how little there is to it, but it covers my big belly. I can see the front of my bra through the neckline. Then I slip on the skirt. It fit's rather well. A bit snug, but not bad. The hem is really short though. It doesn't even cover my entire ass leaving the bottom of my butt cheeks hanging out for all to see. I slip on the heels which fit nicely. They're hard to balance in with my tired legs, but I manage. "Looks good. I think daddy will like. Look in the mirror. See how nice you look for daddy." I look at the full mirror on the wall, and I see myself looking like a cheap . My eyes are immediately drawn to the outling of the bra through the white halter top, and the blackness peering through the plunging neckline. Then the cleavage created by the too tight bra catches my attention. I look further down to see the string of my underwear easily visible through the light pink skirt, and how the lace side panels give clear view of what's underneath. I turn to see the rear view, and I see the bra clearly through the lace top. Then I see the string of the underwear through the skirt fabric as I gaze lower. Finally I see the whitness of my fat butt peeking out from the bottom of the mini skirt no thanks to the lace hem line. I do like the shoes though. They're too red, but I like the way the straps criss cross over my foot. I also like the way that they are made. The heels are a bit high for my short stature at six inches, but I can deal with that. "Let's go. It's almost three already." She says leading me to the door. I follow her, and we both get in her car. She drives to her house, and stops at the gas station. "Fill it up." She says to me. I look at her confounded. "But I might get my new cothes dirty." "Just be careful then. Now go." I reluctantly get out, and fill up grateful that there's nobody else here. Of course a big black truck pulls in right across from us just as I start pumping the gas. A guy in his twenties gets out, and doesn't hide the fact that he's checking me out. He just stares at me all the while we're filling the tanks. I finish as fast as I can feeling really out of place, and then jump back into the car. Lori hands me some money motioning for me to go pay the bill. I sigh as I take the cash, and she tells me to get her an iced coffee. I walk into the store seeing two middle aged men at the counter talking, and they both stop to stare at me while I look for the cooler with the coffee in it. I look back and forth trying to find it. I hear the bell on the door ring as the younger guy comes in to pay. Looking up I see all three just standing there staring at me. "What are you looking for?" The younger guy asks. "Iced coffee." "Bottom shelf on the end closest to the counter." The attendant says with a heavy Indian accent. I look to where he says, and find it on the very bottom. Looking I find myself in a dilemma. If I bend over to get it they will get a good view of my girl parts, but if I crouch my skirt will climb, and they will see my entire ass. I glance at them. They look as though they're anxiously waiting. I crouch down, and immediately feel my skirt climb right up over my ass. Grabbing the bottle, I try to pull it down as I stand which doesn't work out well since I am holding the bottle and money. I hear one of them whistle as I recover my backside, and then walk up to the counter. Both men at the counter stand on either side of me as the attendant rings me up. In seconds I feel a hand on both of my ass cheeks. The attendant feels like he's taking his time as these two guys grope my ass. I reach back pushing their hands away, but as soon as I grab their arms I feel the egg kick in. I almost forgot about having it in yet, but I am reminded quickly. Feeling it shock my sex to attention as I grab their forearms makes me just grab their arms tight as the vibrations start my lust once more. I hold back a moan as the attendant hans me the change. I feel cold fingers trace down to my crotch, and rub against the gusset of the g string. My vagina is at full attention knowing the only thing between those fingers and me is a sheer strip of lace. Then the egg stops. I regain my composure, take my things, and step back away from the counter. "That's one hell of a hot pussy you have there." The older man says. "Nice and wet too." The younger on adds. "How about we bend this one over the counter?" The older man asks the attendant. "I have to go boys. Sorry." I say as I walk to the door feeling their hands slip from under my skirt as I go. I return to Lori, and we drive the rest of the way to her house. She is smiling the entire way. When we get there she leads me in by the hand, and walks me to the living room where Tad is sitting. I am told to stand in the light of the window so he can see me. "Looking good little girl." He says. "Our little missy made a mess today. She peed herself as she tried to get to the bathroom. I made her clean it up though." "Well then I guess our naughty girl will need to learn a lesson. Come here, and get on your hands and knees." I obey, and feel him lift the skirt up over my ass. I look up at him as he stands. He pushes my face down to face the floor. "Shameful girls look down, and never look away from the shame of themselves." He says sternly. I hear the jingle of a belt buckle, and then feel it cut across my ass. I flinch with the sting, and my body shakes trying to absorb the sting. But another swat comes quickly after, then another, and another. Tear flow down my face dripping onto the carpet as he spanks me repeatedly. My ass begins to burn and it is soon feeling like it's on fire. "I'm sorry daddy." I hear myself say out of nowhere. He pauses for a second before resuming the swats. "I'm sorry daddy!" I say louder. He stops again, and this time I feel his cold hand touching my ass cheeks rubbing them. After a minute of massaging my ass the belt again cuts into my flesh. "Please stop. I said I was sorry. Please daddy. Please stop." I beg. He stops, and makes me hold the belt in my teeth as he walks behind me. "Are you really sorry?" He asks. I nod my head as I sob. "Truely sorry?" I again nod. "Then you'll have to prove it." "Anything daddy. Please. I'm so sorry." He takes the belt, and laces it around my neck before kneeling me in front of him. I see his lounging pants bulging inches from my face. He pulls up on the belt tightening it around my neck choking me. I rise to compensate and loosen the belt. I see his hand reach for the waist of his pants, and slowly pull the front down revealing his bald pubic area. Soon his dick pops out, and hits my on the left cheek. He's rock hard, and I can see that he's rather well built. He pulls my head so that his dick rubs across my cheek to my lips. I take him in my mouth knowing that's what he wants. I don't mind sucking dick, but it's alway been with my husband who doesn't really get into it. He does it more for me than himself. Tad on the other hand grabs the back of my head, and pulls my face tight to his body moaning as I gag. It takes me a minute to get used to his size, and then I suck him just like I like to suck dick. I feel myself getting so wet as I lick from his balls to the tip, and then back. He seems to enjoy it as I take his length into my mouth over and over letting him fuck my face. I grab it at the base to stroke it too. "No hands. Just mouth." He commands. I obey sucking with added vigor. I taste his manly taste which I guess is pre cum. He soon drop the belt, and grabs my head. I just kneel there as he takes control fucking my face. I feel his dick hitting the back of my throat over and over as he moans and moans. Faster and faster until I hear him moan a deep moan. I taste his cum in my mouth as his thrusting slows. It oozes down my throat, and I gulp it down trying to not gag as I breathe. His dick starts to go limp as he finishes, and eventually steps back from me. Lori stands up, and hands Tad a camera before taking off her jeans and underwear in front of me. She then lays under my head with her legs between my arms on her stomach. Looking down all I see is her ass. Its so small amd cute. She reaches around grabbing my hair pulling my face down to her soft globes. I bury my face between her cheeks, and let my tongue find her holes. She moans and rolls her hips as I lap her up. I poke my tongue deep into her ass, and then down to her vaginal opening. I lick her labia, and then back to her back side. It takes her a while with my teasing and taunting, but she does eventually climax as I lap her up. In this position when I am deep in her vagina I feel her asshole twitching against my nose as she cums for me. It adds to my enjoyment. I lick up her orgasm until she pushes me away, and then I am told to sit on the couch. "Well, we don't have much time if you have to be home." Lori says to me. "Do you have to be home yet?" "I can stay for a couple of hours yet." I admit. "Good. Then let's have some real fun." She says happily. She reaches into a drawer next to her, and tosses Tad something shiny. He quickly grabs my left hand, and I watch as he slaps handcuffs on my wrist. Lori grabs my right hand forcing it behind my back, and Tad slaps the loose ned of the cuffs on that wrist. Lori hands Tad the controller, and he cranks it up full power. The vibrations make me moan and squirm as my body reacts. Then Tad climbs up over me, and pulls his flaccid cock out shoving it into my mouth. He pushes me back against the couch crushing my head with his body. I feel him getting hard in my mouth as he pulls my hair, and fucks my face once again. My head is pushed back hard as he shows me no mercy. It feels like he's trying to suffocte me with his dick as rough as he's being. He keeps it plunging deep making me gasp for air. In time he's again rock hard, and I'm ready to fall over. Suddenly he pulls out, and jumps down. Lori grabs my hair, and yanks my face down to her spread legs. I begin to lap her up as the egg satisfies me. Her hips rock and sway grinding her box into my lips. It seems as though we are nearing orgasm together quickly. After a few minutes I feel my g string pull down off me. The egg turns off, and I feel it pull out of me. Lori holds my lips to her labia so I can't look back. I feel A dick slide into my vagina filling me. I moan from the intrusion. My body begins to push and pull as he fucks me. His dick feels so good inside of me. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop. I lick her with added vigor letting my lust control my actions. In minutes she is filling my mouth with her orgasmic juices, and I feel myself have a small one at the same time. She rides my mouth all the way until she's done, and then pulls my head away watching me as he fucks me from behind. Looking into her eyes, and feeling his cock plunging into my pussy quickly sends me over the edge. I orgasm all over his hard prick. He rams me hard knowing that I'm in heaven. As soon as I finish he pulls out leaving me feeling empty inside. He pulls me so that I'm sitting on the egde of the couch, and then he pulls my legs wide apart. Lori takes a bunch of pictures while Tad walks out of the room. He soon returns with a towel, razor, shaving cream, and a bucket with some water. He lathers my crotch up with the shaving cream, and slowly shaves me bald. Feeling so helpless, comblined with the feel of the razor on my crotch and around my asshole are super erotic and make me even more horny. He then wipes me clean with the towel. He sits back admiring his work. I see his cock still standing at full attention. Lori takes my hand, and pulls me straddling him. I feel his hot cock press against my frehly shaven crotch, and then slide down until it enters me. I moan as it again fills my vagina, and my hips begin to rock on their own. I look up to see Lori recording it all. Tad reaches up pulling my boobs out of the halter, and then playing with my nipples while massaging them. It feels so nice being the center of attention. He eventually sits up more, and begins to suck and bite on my nipples and breasts. I want to pull his haed tight to me, but I can't. It feels so carnal, so primal. I find myself slamming down on his cock trying to get it deeper and deeper. My moaning fills the room, and I can only feel my need for completion. "You better be carful or he's going to make you a real mommy." Lori jokes. I don't care about that. I just need to finish. I fuck as hard as I can feeling the dam so close to giving way. Just a little more. His hips raise to meet my motions, and he lays back holding onto my hips. I look down to see the pleasure on his face. He looks up at me, and it sets things in motion. The dam bursts hard. My body shake violently, my legs give out keeping him deep inside of me, and the only movement is from him under me. I moan loud as the pleasure resonates through me. My head swoons from the intensity of my orgasm. I come so close to fainting, but stay aware until it ebbs. As I regain my body control I hold myself up so that he can fuck me from underneath. And fuck me he does as my orgasm wanes down to panting relief. My senses feel heightened, and I feel my body shaking as his hips impact me making my entire body bounce. I watch him seeing my boobs bouncing blocking my view at times. I want to stop him before he finishes inside of me since I'm not on any birth control. He again sits up, and buries his face in my breasts wrapping his arms around me holding me close. I feel his dick occasionally throbbing as he holds it deep inside of me. I rock my hips trying to keep him close knowing that time is running out. He bites and licks both of my breasts, and I feel his cock going soft inside of me. He holds me tight as I try to move off. "Looks like daddy gave little missy a present." Lori laughs. His cock is almost completely limp before he lets me move. Then he lays back, and makes me lean all the way back. Lori records it all as his cock pulls out of me. I feel his cum leak out as he spreads my pussy open for her. She records for a few minutes before setting down the camera, and he lets me roll off him. "You have a very beautiful pussy, and it's even better looking with my cum in it." He jokes as he takes the cuffs off me. "That's not funny. I'm not on anything." I retort. "You're fine honey. He's fixed. But we will have to get you on something right away." Lori says sitting in the chair. "And I don't mean his cock." "Why not? It liked it." He asks her. She tosses me another bag from behind the chair, and I see some more traditional clothes in my size. I pull out a white tee with a vee neckling, but not plunging, a pair of blue jeans, and my shoes and socks. White lace underwear, but more traditional style. He puts the panties on me not even letting me clean up, and then pats my crotch making sure that his cum is plastered in there good. I put the rest on, and then Tad drives me to my car. He smiles and pats my ass as I leave. I sit there for a few minutes trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I soon leave, and when I get home to my family they are all happy to see me. I kiss my husband, hug my , and then sit back to relax. Well, I try to relax, but it's hard when he bruised my butt with his belt earlier. We go out to get a late supper, and then do family stuff the rest of the weekend. I wanted so bad to make love with my husband, but he wasn't willing, and I was worried he might see the bruises on my ass so I didn't push the issue. Monday morning Lori called me into her office as soon as I got in. She handed me the box, and told me that I need to close the door. I do, and then sit across from her wondering what's going on. "Did you ever figure out what it is that you are supposed to tell me?" "Not really." "Open the box." I open it to see that it's empty. I look at her confounded. "Now have you figured it out?" "You want to know what happened in the warehouse?" "Yup." "You were there though. Weren't you?" "I want to hear you say it." "Okay. I went down there. The old man was the only one around. He showed me where the box was, and I went up to get it." "What else? I know there's more. As a matter of fact I have it on video. I can let everyong here see it on their computers if you'd like?" "No. Don't. I tore my pants on the shelf trying to get by him, and then when I got down with the box the egg started. I couldn't move, and then he tore my pants open in the back. It was too much. I was too horny. I begged him to fuck me, but he would only fuck my ass so I took what I could. He took me. He called me names, and then tossed twenty bucks at me saying that I wasn't worth any more." "Did you... you know?" "Yes I came. I have a really good orgasm. I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to. It felt so good." "Okay. That's all I wanted to know. You can go back to work now. One more thing though. In three weeks we're going up to my cabin up north. We'll be leaving Friday night right after work." "Okay?" "We're. As in you, me, and Tad. I'll make sure that you get paid for the day. Our resident warehouse worker says that you're used to getting paid for fucking anyhow so it should be good for you. Now get to work." "Yes maam." I say leaving. I think about how I'm going to tell my husband that I'm going to gone that weekend with them. I really wish things could me different. I feel so bad sneaking around. It's not me; it's not who I am. I love my husband. He's my everything. Well, almost. He never was very generous in the sex department. As a matter of fact we haven't been intimate in almost half of a year, and he's fine with that. I get frustrated, but it's not a good enough reason to be cheating on him. I really need to change this or end it. I have a couple of weeks to work things out. I don't want to hurt Lori. I like being with her, but my husband would be destroyed if he knew. I would like for him to join in with us. That would be tons of fun. I'd like to see him with another woman with me. I know that would never happen though. I think that I have a lot to consider, but few choices. I get a headache thinking about it. I delve into my work trying to forget about it at least for a while, but it eats away at me constantly. On my break I search the internet for some inkling of answers, but the trolls seem to destroy every question I read that is remotely close to my problem. I need a time to talk with him where it'll be just the two of us. I need to know what I'm going to do before talking even, and I don't know. All I know is that I need to do something really soon. When I get home we go to bed, and I can't sleep. My mind isn't slowing down. I reach over, and I gently touch him on the stomach since he's laying on his back. He doesn't stir. I run my hand down touching his dick through his pajama bottoms, and he rises to my touch. Feeling him hardening in my hand has always turned me on, and this time is no different. I slip under the covers, slide his bottoms down in the front freeing his dick, and I take him into my mouth. His hips raise slightly as I slowly suck him savoring every second. He's never been one to let me suck his dick. He says that he's not into it, but lets me once and a while because he knows I like to do it. For me it's an exciting experience to start things off, or add to the whole situation. Aside from his slight hip movement he doesn't stir. I get him good and sloppy with my mouth before I slide off my underwear as I climb on top of him. Using the headboard I lower myself onto his cock feeling it slowly opening my eager vagina. It feels so good since I've been wanting him for so long. I feel so safe and at ease as I slowly move up and down his cock holding the headboard for balance. His hands grab my sides rubbing from my hips to my breasts, and I close my eyes to maximize the feeling of his dick in me. It's dark anyway so I can't see much. It feels so good. I feel a climax qickly builing inside of me. I want it so bad. The sound of our breaths dance in the moonlight streaming in through the window as we keep quiet as we can. Growing more and more strained and labored as I move up and down his shaft. My legs get tired so I climb off, and let him behind me as I lay with my ass in the air offering myself to him. He kneels behind me, and slides into my pussy grabbing my hips to push it deep into me. Slowly he fucks me making love like he always does. I push back making him plunge harder. He holds me tight to him as he humps my pussy. It feels great, and I lose myself feeling him penetrating me. The orgasmic pressure inside of me builds and releases fast. I bury my face into the pillow silencing my moan as my orgasm takes me. For a quick minute I'm in heaven, but it's quickly overcome by my worries and stresses. My moans turn to sobs as I bury my face. My husband keeps fucking me, and I just let him. I started things, he should be able to finish too, and it's not his fault that things are like they are. It takes him a while before he pulls out, and I feel his hot cum splashing all over my ass cheek. It tickles as it runs down my crack and leg, but I'm not in much of a laughing mood. He lays beside me, and I lay on my stomach trying to compose myself. My tears stop eventually, and I just lay there feeling his cum drying onto my skin. I doze off listening to him snore. The next morning it's as though nothing happened. He's not any more or less loving. It's business as usual. I get the off to school, and the only mention is when he's leaving for work. "It's going to be a long day today since someone kept me up last night." He says with a smirk on his way to the door. He kisses me, and I apologize. "Don't be sorry. I guess I have to give in occasionally to keep you happy." He jokes. I feel like he gave me sympathy sex. I feel angry at his comments, but I know he's just trying to lighten the mood. He has to sense that I have a lot on my mind. He has to sense how stressed I am. "Sorry I bothered you. You better get going." I answer. He agrees, kisses me on the cheek, and then walks out. I finish getting the out the door, and then sit in the chair to watch the morning news. I can't concentrate. I have to find a solution. I don't have anyone to talk to about something like this so I text Lori. I ask if she can come over so we can talk. She doesn't answer. Instead I see her pulling into my driveway after about a half hour. She walks right into the house without knocking, and startles me since I was dozing off in the recliner. "What did you need? I don't have a lot of time." She asks. "I don't know what to do, and it's killing me." "I'm kind of biased. You mean a lot to me. That's why I had to hurry over." I explain my feelings the best I can quickly knowing that she doesn't have a lot of time, and then she gives me her thoughts after listening. "I would like you to drop everything to be with me, but I know that's not so simple. From what I see you have a couple of options. Keeping things as they are isn't going to work. We know that. So that option is out. Telling him that we're seeing each other, and sleeping together isn't a good option either because it'll destroy your family. Asking him to join won't work because my husband is possessive of me, and gets jealous easily. Your husband isn't that playful anyhow. So that's out. So that leaves ending things with us, or telling him before asking for permission to continue seeing us if he gives his consent. Which may or may not happen." "That's why I'm torn. I know when I tell him about you it will break his heart, and he'll hate me. But I want to keep seeing you." "Maybe if you asked for permission without mentioning us. Then we can just come along after as though things happened at a later time? It's not exactly the truth, but it's better than all the other options." "I doubt he'd be so willing to let me sleep around. He says that he should be enough for me, and that sex isn't the basis for a relationship." "I think the last idea is your best option if you can get him to give you some freedom. I have to get back, but I'm here for you sweetie. Good luck, and whatever you decide I'll back you one hundred percent." We hug, and she gives me a quick kiss on the lips as I hold the door open for her. I look around to see if anyone saw, but I don't see anyone. I watch as she opens her car door. "Don't forget safety first. It's never too early to start safe practices. See you later." She drives off, and I go call my doctor. She's right that I should start some sort of birth control on the off chance that he allows me to play around. I was once on the pill, but with our sex life it didn't pay to continue it. It's hard to get pregnant when you don't have sex. The doctor has an appointment that opened up in about an hour so I take it, and hurry to get ready. A quick shower, and some fast driving I made it just in time. The appointment goes well, and I decide to get the implant which is supposed to last for a year, and be more effective than the pill. In less than an hour I am done and on my way home still nervous about everything. I clean the house trying to ease my mind as I decide how to bring up the subject and what to say. I come up with what I think will be a good arguement, and a great way to bring up the subject. I run my ideas past Lori when I get to work, and she agrees that I'm onto something. I decide to breach the subject when I get home. We will be alone since the will be in bed, and our last fuck is still fresh in our minds. The night drags on, but with my mind set all I do is try to memorize what I'm going to say. I prepare for any answer I think he may give, and I convince myself that I have a chance. As I shut down my computer for the night the nervousness sets in. The butterflies get bigger and bigger the closer I get to home. My heart is pounding out of me chest as I sit across from him getting ready to start talking. "I have something that's been bothering me." I start getting his attention. "Do tell babe." He says turning down the TV. "Is it really that much of a bother for you to have sex with me? Do I disgust you or something? I know I'm not the 97 pounds I was in high school, but that was a long time ago." "Not at all. You know how I feel about that. We've had this discussion before." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's not needed for a strong relationship. But I need it. I love you, but I hate our lack of intimacy." "It's not me. You knew that before we were married. Sex is okay, but I can do without." "I can't. I want more. I need more." "So what are you saying?" He asks concerned. "I'd love for you to actually want me, but I guess you are incapable of doing that according to you." "I do want you. I just don't need sex all the time. You're my love, and not my mattress." "I want to be your mattress too. I can be both. I don't think it's fair for me to be frustrated all the time wishing for more while you are content. I can't even have sex with you without crying because I feel like I'm making you do something you don't want to do." "So you want a divorce?" "No. I love your dumb ass. I want you to fuck me every night in every way. That's what I want." "I don't know if I can do that." "Then let me find someone that can." "That's not right. Why can't my love be enough for you?" "Your love is great. I love you with all of my heart too. But your love isn't giving me the relief I need, and you won't change so that it does." "I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't get a boner and keep it all day long. Let alone every day. No man can." "Then you'll have to get creative." "That just isn't right. It's gross. I can't imagine doing some of the things you've asked over the years. I mean the one time we tried butt sex you started to cry before I was even in, and it was your idea." "I told you that it hurt some and to keep going, but you stopped. My tears never bothered you any other time." "They alway bother me, and you know it. I don't like to see you hurting." "Then why do you let me hurt with frustration?" "Because I can't imagine seeing you as used goods. You're my goddess. That's how I think of you. I don't want to think of you as dirty, or cheap." "I was used goods when we met. And if me being happy is dirty or cheap so be it." "Fine." I am taken by surprise, and ask him to repeat himself. "Fine. I'll swallow my pride because I love you, and we'll try things out for a little while to see how it goes." I wasn't expecting him to cave in to my pressure. He never has. I was ready to tell him how there are certain things that he can't do that another could, and stuff like that. I feel myself smiling, and a tear run dow my cheek. "I thought that was what you wanted? Why are you crying?" "See the smile? Tears of joy you dumb ass." I say as I hug him. "I'll make sure that you don't regret this. I love you so much." He wraps his arms around me holding me close. "I don't feel good about it. Just so you know." "Thank you!" He holds me for a while until we go to bed, and then he holds me some more until he's fast asleep. The next morning I text Lori telling her the good news. She congradulates me, and tells me that she hopes I can be more myself from now on. She calls me into her office right away when I get to work, and gives me a big hug. She is beaming with happiness, and tells me that Tad is also very happy for me. I explain what happened, and the decision we came to. She reminded me that we have certain nuances we need to discuss as far as how much he want to hear about, and where things can happen. Set some guidelines, and to allow the conversation to remain open. The night flies by, and when I get home I feel much more at ease bringing up the subject. He doesn't want to think about it, but I insist. He admits that he may get curious, but overall doesn't want to know. He left the limits up to me, but said that our bed is off limits. He thanked me for coming to him before anything happened, and then asked if I had another guy in mind. I told him that I didn't, but we needed to iron out some of the details before I did something wrong without knowing. "There's probably going to be things that come up, and I think it's important to know what's going on before it happens. But if we need to talk I want to know that we can talk." I admit. "What do you expect to get from all of this?" "Inner peace mostly. Less sexual frustrations. I could never replace you if that's what you're thinking. I expect things to go slow, and I plan to be careful. Nothing is going to happen for the next week for sure." He looks at me confused. "I'm on my period. Nobody wants bloody sex, and that's all it would be too. Sex. Nothing more." "Then why don't you just do it yourelf?" "It's not the same. Playing with myself if fun, but it only does so much." "There's an image I didn't need in my head." He laughs. "And some people want that image in theirs." We hold each other until bed, and then sleep. The next few days go just like usual. Things return to normal, and it's soon Saturday. Tad calls, and asks if we wanted to come over and do something, and I asked my husband. He agrees, and we tell the that we're going out for a few hours. We drop them off at my mom's before driving to Tad's house. They both greet us at the door. Both hugging me, and Lori hugging my husband while Tad shakes his hand. We decide for dinner at a local place before stopping at a bar up the road for a couple of drinks. It's a good night of conversation and friendship. Tad begins to put his hand on my ass and hip later on in the night. I see my husband looking so I push the hand off. When he isn't looking I leave it. Lori mentions about going to their cabin, and asks us if we wanted to join them as though she hasn't already told me that I have to go. My husband says that it sounds fun, but we would need to find a sitter before we could commit. I mention asking my mom knowing that she's busy that weekend, but thinking that there might be an off chance she could watch them. Tad is pretty drunk by the time we go home. My husband and I don't drink much so we are still sober. Lori is chatty, but still walking and talking okay so she must have a good buzz going on. Lori insists that my husband drive them home siince they were both in no shape to drive. Tad wants no part of that, and gets mad. He tells them to go without him, and that I will take him home. I shrug my shoulders telling my husband that I'll just drive him to keep an arguement from happening. Lori and my husband get into my car, and I see her lean towrd him before they drive off. Tad laughs, and grabs me hugging me with his hands on my ass squeezing. He looks me in the eyes smiling. "I got you now. We're all alone." "You're drunk. Give my your keys." He hands me the keys, and follows me to his truck. I get into the driver's side, and look over at him in the passenger seat. I see him sittig there with his dick out. It's rock hard as he wiggles it at me. "I got your seat right here." He jokes. "I don't think so. That would be too messy. I doubt you want red seats." "Use your mouth then." He says pulling my face down by my hair. Before I realize what I'm doing I am sucking his cock like a true slut. The taste, texture, and the heat in my mouth just make me so horny. I stroke it while I kiss, lick, and suck feeling it's hardness in my hand. I can't get enough. He lays back letting me do as I please, and I'm okay with that. By the sounds of him he is too. "I just fucked Lori about an hour ago. How does she taste?" He says out of the blue. "Yummy." I say before resuming. "I want to cum all over your face so your husband knows what you're doing." I just suck harder knowing that he can't last long. I stroke faster and faster hearing him getting closer. When he just about ready to blow I let go, and suck it all the way into my mouth. I'm going to take every drop of his cum. I need it. He holds my head moving my mouth up and down his shaft fast. With my hands on his thighs I feel him beginning to tense. I feel the first shot hit the back of my throat as he moans and thusts his hips. He yanks my hair, but I resist. He doesn't have it in him to try to fight me as the streams of cum fill my mouth. I love feeling it throbbing in my lips. Tasting the sour salty goo in my mouth. Feeling him tensing under me. Because of me. I hold his cock in my mouth until his twitching stops. I look up at him with his dick between my lips smiling. He too has a huge smile. I grab it at the base, and slowly pull it out of my mouth as it grows flaccid. I spit a little of his cum onto the tip, and I rub his cock all over my cheeks. Then I spit a little more rubbing it down my chin and neck. I never break eye contact the entire time, and I see the pleasure he's getting from it. I spit the last onto the tip, and again wipe it all over my cheeks. "Did I do good daddy?" I ask sucking him clean. "Very." I suck until it's all the way down, and then I begin the drive back. I feel, taste, and smell his cum on me the entire time. It tightens my skin as it dries to my face and neck reminding me of what we just did. I drive the exact speed limit, and get back to their house after about twenty minutes. We walk inside, and see Lori and my husband sitting there. Tad does the drunk act again, and it was all just an act. He sits by Lori, and I sit in the chair near my husband. "Are you feeling less like an asshole now?" She asks Tad. "Little bit" He says. "I'd rather feel your asshole. Around my cock. Moving up and down." "And on that note I think we better get home." I say. "He's always like this when he's drunk. Everybody gets looser and become invincible with alcohol." Lori replies. "You don't have to leave." "It's late, and we have to get the in the morning. We really should be going." I admit. "Stay here." Tad offers. "You can sleep in my bed." "No thanks Tad." I laugh as Lori tells him to stop. "Well at least Lori will sleep with me. She loves me. I bet you two don't even love each other." "I bet we do." My husband says. "We love each other very much. More than you know." "How come you two never even hug? You don't even so much as kiss. Not even a simple peck on the cheek." "We do all the time. Just not out in public. We're not teenagers." I say trying to move things along. "Which is why we need to be going." I mouth the word "stop" to Tad when my husband looks away. I see what he's trying to do. He just laughs. Lori is completely clueless, and has a confused look on her face. "Fine. Leave us then. But I don't think that you two love each other as much as you say. He didn't even hug you when you got here. Makes me think something funny is going on." He says stumbling to his feet. "So if you don't want to give her a hug and kiss I will." My husband grabs me pulling me out of the way as Tad stumbles toward me. Tad stops at the door right behind us, and then watches us. Lori grabs Tad to keep him at bay apologizing to us. "He's not usually this bad. I'm so sorry." "It's okay. If he wants to see us kiss and hug I'll show him." My husband says pulling me close. Before I could stop him he is hugging me, and is kissing me right on the lips. My mind immediately thinks about how I just sucked Tad's dick, and how I have his dried cum all over me. I don't say a word. Tad smiles as he opens the door for us. "Okay. You two love each other. Have a good night. You can still stay if you'd like." He offers. "We're good. Thanks." I say as I follow my husband out the door. Lori gives me a big hug as we go whispering that she's sorry for Tad in my ear. "Don't be." I smile. "Just have him tell you about his ride home." She smiles knowing, but not knowing. Tad slaps my ass as I walk past. My husband just leers at him. I hear Lori telling Tad that we are probably never going to go drinking with them again as we walk to the car. The drive home is rather quiet. He doesn't say much even when we get to bed. I'm break the silence out of curiosity. "How was your drive back? Did you two have a lot to talk about?" "Not really. Lori was just hating the way Tad was acting and all. What took you so long to get back?" "I had to get the drunk into the truck, and then listen to him moan the entire way back. He kept trying to go back in to drink more. I would have rather driven Lori back. She didn't seem too upset when we got back though." "No. We got back, she changed her clothes, and then we just talked. It seemed to calm her down." "You always were a good listener." He holds me as we nod off, and all too soon the alarm is going off to go get the . When we get to my mom's we ask about watching the for the weekend coming up. She reminds us about how she's not going to be home, and apologizes. My husband and I discuss turning down the offer to get away, but he insists for me to go and relax offering to stay with the . With only one catch. Tad can't drink. We both laugh, and go about our day as usual. That Monday Lori asks me into her office when I get in. She has me close the door behind myself. As soon as the door shuts she begins to giggle. "I can't believe Tad did that. He did do that right?" "He wanted to fuck, but that's not happening right now." "Yeah, he said that you told him that you were on your rag. So you sucked his dick instead." "Good. I didn't think he'd tell you." "Oh no. We're totally open. I know he was faking being drunk. He didn't drink much all night. He was as buzzed as I was at most." "Yeah, well, he wanted to finish on my face, but I don't care for that." "But he said you wiped it all over yourself after?" "Yeah. I got a bit overzealous at the end. I get like that when I'm horny." "Then he pressured your husband until he kissed after all that? He's evil. Creative, but evil." "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. He told me that you two had just done it a little before that too?" "He caught me in a dark corner. I couldn't help myself. I get horny just being around you, and he knows it." "So you're blaming me?" "I can't blame your husband. When we got back I stripped naked right at the door. I got him a bottle of water stark naked. Bending, and making sure he can see everything, and he still didn't even budge. I feel sorry for you girl. He seems like a sweetheart, but a dud in bed." "He's not a dud. He's just not sexual." "I wonder if he recognized the taste from your lips when you kissed then?" "Not likely. He doesn't go anywhere or do anything. I'm surprised he accepted to go out with you guys." "Well in a couple of weeks we'll be going out for a weekend. Remember?" "Yeah. About that." "You better not be telling me that you're not going because I will be pissed." "My mom can't babysit." I say pausing. "But he offered to stay back while I go with you. But Tad can't drink." We both laugh, and she hugs me before I leave the office to go to my cubicle. Then I dive right in to work while my coworkers stare at me. "We heard that you were going to be in trouble. What happened?" One asks quietly. "She just asked me to gather the files from the old system about an old account that I guess we're getting back. You know how the old system was. The one way back before all the updates. I told her all the issues we had with it, but she wants me to see what I can find." "Better you then me." She says laughing. "I like her as a boss though. I hope she hangs around." "Me too. She very likable." I smile getting back to work. The days drag by, but it's finally the Friday to leave. I go in to work as though I was going to work, and I'm surprised when I see that Lori isn't around. I sit at my desk, and get ready to start my shift. My computer boots up, and I see myself on my screen. Shocked I sit back looking around. Then an IM pops up. "Warehouse. Dock 3. Now." It's sent from an anonomous computer so I have no idea what's going on. I turn off my computer, and head to the dock. I am soon entering the warehouse. It's buzzing with activity. I make my way back to dock 3, and when I get there I see a trailer backed to it empty. I recall that this dick isn't often used because it's way out of the way, and hard to get to. By the looks of the area I have to agree. I look in the trailer, and see something white laying at the end. It looks like paper so I go to check it out. It's dark, and gets darker as I near it. I see that it is a piece of paper. I bend down to pick it up when the door shuts closing me in. I shout for them to wait, but I quickly feel the trailer lurch into motion. I bang on the walls, and scream as I am driven off being bounced around in the dirty trailer. I give up as the truck seems to be in constant motion telling me that we must be on a highway somewhere. I'm wishing I had my purse and phone as I sit waiting for the time to start shouting again. We go for hours before I feel the truck slowing to a stop. I sit there listening as the truck is shut off. I clutch the paper hearing footsteps beside the trailer. I shout and bang on the side. My banging is answered by banging with the same tempo. I make my way in the darkness to the doors, and soon hear them squeek as they are opened. They burst open, and a man with a ski mask jumps at me grabbing me. He pulls me out of the trailer, and I see that we're surrounded by woods. I fall to the ground as he yanks me out, and then he pounces on top of me pulling at my clothes. I feel the fabric giving way as piece by piece I am stripped naked. He puts my clothes in a pile in the middle of the road, and pours something on them. I watch as he lights them on fire burning them. I catch a moment of clarity, and I run into the woods to escape. I run and run before I fall breathless in a clearing. In seconds he is on top of me binding my wrists. I am dragged to a nearby overhanging tree limb, and strung up. He ties my ankles apart to two trees at my sides. "Please let me go. Please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll pay you. Just let me go." I plead. He pulls a gag out of his pocket, and buckles it to my head motioning for me to be quiet. I watch as he sets down a back pack and begins to pull things out laying them out. Firt he pulls out a black leather paddle, then a wooden cane, after that a cat o nine tails. He searches around in the bag looking for something. I see him then set out a cattle prod, candles, and a very large bowie knife. Again he searches. He tosses the bag down frustrated, and grabs the paddle. He spins around fast swatting my right breast with it. I feel it hit near my arm pit, run across my right breast, and then the left before he is again facing away from me. It stings so bad. My body shakes from the impact and pain. My scream is silenced by the gag. He then spins the opposite way swatting my chest in reverse with the exact same results. Tossing the paddle back with the rest of his stuff I watch as he walks away leaving me hanging literally. I wiggle and shake feeling my hands working free. My left hand frees first, and I quickly until myself. I grab the paper for God knows why, and I run in the opposite direction of him. I find what looks like a trail so I decide to follow it. Eventually it opens up to a wider trail, and looks more kept up. I run for a long time feeling the adrenaline pumping through me. I don't stop until I reach a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. It looks like a very expensive cabin with large windows, a big garage, a large shed in the back, and cedar siding. that's just what I can see from the side I run up on. I run to the front pounding on the door. Nobody answers. I sit exhausted on a chair beside the door as the adrenaline wears off. My feet begin to ache, and my chest feels like it's on fire. I see the redness of the paddle on my breasts, and the cuts and scratches from running in the woods on my bare feet. I realize that I am completely naked, and I quickly run off the porch to find something to cover myself. I try the shed, but it's locked. Then the garag. It too is locked. I can't find anything so I just go to knock on the door again figuring that I'll cover myself with the paper I'm still holding. I look down at it wondering how I can tear it so that it will cover my ample body. Something catches my eye on the paper. Really small in one of the corners is an address. I can barely read it. I look around for an address on the cabin, but don't see one. Then I walk to the end of the long driveway. It's written on a marker in the ground near the road. I'm not far from the address on the paper. It's going to be dark soon so I better see what this address is since it's close enough. Walking down the road I duck whenever a car or somebody happens by hiding myself which isn't often. I find the address, and then begin up the long driveway. I either have to walk on the gravel or the sticks along side. I choose the gravel. It doesn't hurt as much. I soon see a small cabin appearing out of the trees. It's a nice log cabin. One story, but well kept. There is a garage of average size, and a front yard of sorts with one big tree in it. Skirting the treeline I approach the cabin. I see a light on inside, and I hear voices from behind it. I sneak around to see who I'm hearing since the voices sound familiar. I cover myself as I run to the side of the cabin, and peek around. Just before I see anyone I am grabbed from behind. A hand covers my mouth, and I am pushed into the open. I see ten feet in front of me Lori sitting next to a campfire drinking a mixed drink, and Tad beside her drinking a beer. "She finally made it." Lori says. "Dressed appropriately too." Tad adds. "Say hello to your favorite warehouse worker." The hand drops, and I hear a gravelly voice from behind me, "Hello ." I turn to see the old man standing there smiling. I stare at Lori confused. "We had the idea to kidnap you. I hope you don't mind. Les says that you were pretty wet in the crotch when he tied you up." she says. "She was dripping. It was running down her legs." "I didn't notice probably because I was in fear of my life." "Don't worry. He noticed." Tad laughs. "Now sit. Have a drink. Let the fun begin." I sit down in an open chair across from Lori. She just stares at me silently. The old man sit next to me to my right, and Tad is sitting to my left. "Tad says that you suck a mean dick. Is that true?" The old man asks. "Don't be blunt or anything Les." Tad laughs. "You'll have to excuse our friend. He doesn't know how to treat a lady." "I know how to treat a lady. This ain't no lady. She's been shaking her ass at me ever since she first started. she wants my dick in her cunt so bad, but she's not worth the sweat off my dick." "Really Les?" Lori says. He stands in front of me grabbing me by my hair making me look up at him. "This is lucky I didn't use the bull whip on her instead of the paddle. You should be thanking me you fat bitch." "Thank you." I say as he pulls my hair. "I didn't tell you to talk cunt." He says pulling his dick out. "Thank me!" I open my mouth, and he shoves it in. I immediatly taste his sweaty unwashed cock. It makes me gag, but he pulls my face tight to him. His pubic hairs tickle my nose as he crushes into my face. "Here's your drink ." He snarls. I feel a stream of bitter hot urine flow into my mouth and down my throat making me me gag. I have no choice but to swallow to be able to breathe, but it comes too fast |
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Michele did it again. Got me hot and horny...AND yes again.
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