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A Lesson in Social Justice
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young couple from the deep south offend the wrong 
black man and are taken to task. They learn a deep and 
abiding lesson in race relations. (Mm+/F, nc, intr, 
exh, blkmail, beast)

***

There are people who will not like some of the things 
that I write in this story. If you are of the opinion 
that the south will rise again (or that it should), if 
you are convinced that the American Civil War was 
fought for financial reasons or to secure state's 
rights then I highly recommend that you skip this 
story. Some of the things I write here will offend your 
sensibilities.

I will admit that a lot of what happened to me is a 
result of my racist upbringing. If I had not been 
raised in a small southern town by racist parents and 
if all of my friends had not been racist I might not 
have done the things that I did. For it was my 
misguided actions that triggered the events that I'm 
writing about, events that changed the lives of both me 
and my husband. I'm not saying that I deserved what 
happened to me, or what is still happening to me. But I 
can't deny that I brought it on myself.

My husband and I met in college, Ole Miss of course. We 
met in our sophomore year and dated a few times. We 
dated off and on in our junior year too. It seemed that 
we got a little better at it each time. By half way 
through our senior year we were, well, maybe not 
engaged yet, but we had an understanding.

We got married as soon as we graduated. We had both 
been hired right after graduation by the same company. 
My new husband, Paul, is the same age as me, twenty-
three. My parents loved him. He is a southern boy from 
a town on the other side of the state. But we had the 
same basic upbringing and the same values.

Paul was very smart and very good looking. He was not a 
jock by any means. That was okay with me. I wasn't fond 
of jocks. He was five foot ten, slender, not muscular 
but quite fit. He had a smile that could melt glass and 
a warm personality. Everyone loved Paul and I was proud 
that he was my husband.

I guess I should describe myself as well. My name is 
Jolie. I stand five feet tall and weigh right at a 
hundred pounds when my hair is wet. I have shoulder 
length blonde hair and I don't wish to sound vain but 
I'm pretty good looking myself. 

I have a nice figure. My breasts are B cups. That may 
not sound big, but on my small frame they look just 
right. They are perky and very sensitive. I have what 
my husband describes as a "butt like a fifteen year 
old." I'm assuming he is referring to the way it sits 
up high and tight like a young girl's.

The reason that Paul and I kept getting back together 
every time we split up was that we both loved sex and 
when we made love it was magical. We were perfect 
together. There was never a time that he didn't ring my 
bells when we had sex. We were both open to just about 
anything that two people could do together. All the 
normal stuff anyway. There was none of that bondage 
stuff or pain or anything, and nothing involving other 
people of course. And certainly none of that bathroom 
stuff.

That left a lot of room to play though. I loved to kiss 
and be touched. I loved it when he ate my pussy and I 
loved it nearly as much when I sucked his cock. He is a 
very good lover too. We could, and often did fuck for 
hours. He has a nice seven inch cock that has never let 
me down yet.

The trouble started a little more than a year after we 
had been at work at our new jobs as research assistants 
for a pharmaceutical firm. We were both making very 
good money and had great futures. We were living a 
charmed life and we knew it.

Then things changed. A black man moved into the house 
next door to ours. Maybe if he had moved in down the 
block, just maybe things would have worked out 
differently. But our Deep South sensibilities were 
really offended by the idea of a black man living right 
next door. 

We tried to ignore him at first. But just the fact that 
he was living next door was a constant irritant. To 
make matters worse, he was separated or divorced and 
his two teenage sons were always spending weekends and 
holidays with him. 

A couple of times Paul or I had to chase his kids out 
of our yard. I suppose that we could have been a little 
more tactful when we did. We said some things that 
weren't very nice. 

I yelled at his youngest son one day and called the kid 
a couple of names. I guess the kid told his father 
because he came to my door that evening and instead of 
the apology that he was probably looking for we were 
pretty rude to him as well. We didn't actually call him 
names. But we said some things that weren't very nice 
to him too.

I'm sure that you have heard the expression, "If looks 
could kill." That night I saw it. I had never seen such 
pure hatred in another person's eyes. He never said 
word. He just stared at me for a second. Then he turned 
and walked back to his house.

A chill ran up my spine as he walked away. Paul closed 
the door and we went back into the living room and 
talked about putting our dream house on the market and 
moving away from that man. The trouble was that we had 
just bought the house. We owed much more than it was 
worth. It would be a couple of years before we could 
afford to sell. We were just going to have to put up 
with having that man living next door until he moved or 
we could sell.

I noticed that the other people on our street didn't 
seem to have a problem with our new neighbor. They 
would talk to him when they saw him outside and they 
seemed pretty friendly. Soon he was being invited to 
neighborhood get-togethers on a regular basis. That 
made things uncomfortable for Paul and me. We had been 
forced to leave a couple of gatherings because he 
showed up. 

Cathy, the woman that lived on the other side of me, 
came over for coffee one morning not long after he 
moved in and went on and on about how nice he was. I 
didn't understand her. She was a good southern girl 
just like me! I wanted to say something to her but for 
some reason I felt uncomfortable and I just let her go 
on until I could change the subject. 

Paul and I thought our perfect world had been turned on 
its side. Our charmed life had begun to lose some of 
its luster. We couldn't sit around our pool out in the 
backyard without thinking that a black man lived next 
door and might even be in his back yard at that very 
moment. I didn't feel comfortable wearing my bikini in 
my own pool.

It wasn't like he was doing anything in particular that 
we could complain about. His yard was always perfectly 
manicured and he certainly didn't let his house go. He 
was quiet. We never heard any of that loud, obnoxious 
music that those people listen to. He didn't have 
parties. 

It was just that where Paul and I were from the races 
didn't mix. White people didn't live next door to those 
people. It just wasn't done.

Several weeks after the name calling incident, a 
terrible thing happened. Our supervisor had a stroke. 
He woke up in the morning and was taking a shower when 
it hit him. Everyone was upset. He had been very 
popular and a lot of fun to work for. Unfortunately, it 
was a pretty major event and he would never recover 
enough to return to work.

There were seven of us in our department, not counting 
our supervisor. I was the only female in our 
department. Most of the guys were in their forties and 
fifties. The only exception was Taylor. Taylor was in 
his early thirties. I suppose that it was unusual for a 
husband and wife to work together the way we did. But 
when we had applied for the jobs at a job fair held on 
campus we had made it clear to the people that 
interviewed us that we were going to be married and 
they didn't have a problem with it.

Everyone got along great at work and we had a really 
laid back little group. We were all afraid of what our 
new supervisor was going to be like and how he or she 
would change the dynamics of our little group.

You may have seen this coming, but Paul and I didn't. 
The plant manager came in one afternoon to introduce 
our new supervisor. I almost screamed out loud when it 
turned out to be our next door neighbor, whose name was 
Mr. Anderson. 

Everyone gathered around while the plant manager 
introduced him. Paul and I stood behind the others. We 
were the most junior anyway and it was probably 
appropriate for us to be the last to meet him.

I was scared to death and I am sure that Paul was too. 
I could just see our entire future going right down the 
drain. I didn't doubt for a moment that we were about 
to lose our jobs and I knew better than to ask what 
kind of a reference he would provide. 

I could see our entire lives going up in smoke. We 
would lose our jobs and our reputations, our house and 
our cars. We could never work in our field again. In 
fact, we could probably never get another job in any 
related area. We were certain to lose our security 
clearances when he found some pretext to fire us.

I will give the man credit. There was never a hint in 
his face that he recognized us. He didn't give us dirty 
looks or gloat. Nothing! He nodded and shook our hands 
when we were finally introduced to him, just exactly 
like he greeted our co-workers.

After we were all introduced the plant manager left and 
Mr. Anderson smiled and said, "Gentlemen, and lady, I'm 
not one to stand on formality. I want you all to call 
me Doyal. The name is Gaelic and means 'dark stranger'. 
My grandmother was from Ireland. We are a small 
department and will be working closely with each other. 
I have your personnel files in my briefcase and if you 
can spare me a little time I would like you to join me 
in my office one at a time so that I can get to know a 
little about you."

He sounded so reasonable, so pleasant.

He turned to Karl and said, "Karl, I believe that you 
have the most seniority. Shall we start with you?"

Karl walked off with Doyal and they chatted pleasantly 
about sports as they walked away.

The rest of us went back to work. I don't think that 
the others noticed the look of despair on the faces of 
me or my husband. We glanced at each other and I knew 
Paul well enough to know that he was thinking the same 
thing that I was. Life as we knew it was over. We were 
about to lose everything.

We all looked up expectantly when Karl came back. He 
was smiling and it was obvious that he liked our new 
supervisor. He said, "You're up next Neal. Nothing to 
worry about, he's a great guy. I'm going to like 
working with him. He really knows his stuff too. I'm 
really impressed."

The rest of our co-workers filed out one at a time by 
seniority, Neal, Travis, Ron, and Taylor. They all came 
back smiling and looking forward to working with Doyal. 
When Taylor came out he turned to Paul and me and said, 
"Doyal said to send you kids in together since you are 
married."

I dreaded this. But I felt better that I wasn't going 
in there alone. I was terrified. I actually didn't 
think that he would fire us right away. He would keep 
us around for a few days or a few weeks and make our 
lives hell. Then he would find, or make up, some excuse 
to fire us. 

Our co-workers finally noticed that we weren't as happy 
about our new supervisor as they were. We got some 
curious looks as we headed out into the corridor and 
down one door to the small office next to our lab that 
now belonged to Doyal Anderson.

We stopped in the corridor and looked at each other. I 
could see that Paul was just as scared as I was. That 
didn't do anything to reassure me.

There didn't seem to be anything to say, so we walked 
the fifty feet to his office door. I don't think I 
would have been any more afraid if there was a gallows 
in that small office.

Paul tapped on his door and he opened it and held it 
for us. We walked in and he waved his hand towards the 
two chairs in front of his desk. 

We took our seats and he sat down in his chair behind 
his large, wooden desk. There were two stacks of 
personnel files on his desk. One with the five files of 
our co-workers in it and the smaller stack with just 
Paul's and mine. We hadn't been working here all that 
long and our files were much thinner than the others.

Doyal didn't say a word. He picked up our files, one at 
a time, and he flipped through them quickly. He placed 
them back on his desk in front of him and looked up at 
us. Now, in the privacy of his office, the hate was 
back. He nodded at the files and said, "Not much there. 
You two don't have much of a past and now you don't 
have much of a future. You both did very well in 
college. So I'm sure that you know what serendipity 
means. Karma, fate, chance, what it boils down to is 
suddenly I have the lives of two young racists in my 
hand. I have to tell you, it feels pretty damned good."

"I think back to all the insults I have suffered at the 
hands of people like you, all the indignities, all the 
challenges people like you have thrown in my way at 
every turn. I'm not even going to mention the names you 
called my son recently. I have to tell you, when I saw 
you two in that lab a little while ago I started 
looking around for someone to high five."

"I am going to destroy you. I am going to ruin your 
lives and I am going to enjoy it so much that it will 
probably give me an erection when I am doing it."

Paul just sat there stunned. I didn't speak, I 
couldn't. But I had tears running down my cheeks. 

Doyal smiled, a cruel, vindictive smile. He said, "I am 
not going to fire you right away. I'm going to play 
with you first. I'm going to make your lives hell. I'm 
going to wait until you do something, or until I can 
make it look like you did something, so terrible that 
you won't be able to get a job cleaning bathrooms in a 
gas station."

He glared at us for a moment longer and said, "You can 
get back to work now. I can't stand to look at you."

Paul started to get up. I couldn't. My legs were 
trembling and weak. But I couldn't let it end like 
this. As much as it killed me to do it, I had to say 
something. I cleared my throat and said, "Please 
Doyal..."

He interrupted curtly and snapped, "Sir! You call me 
sir, bitch."

Bitch! I felt like I had been slapped. But still, I 
couldn't let my life end like this. My parents had 
mortgaged their home and gone into debt to put me 
through college. I had promised them that I would pay 
them back. I couldn't go home to them with my life in 
ruins.

I quietly said, "Sir, please don't do this to us. I'm 
sorry for...I'm sorry for everything. We both are. We 
shouldn't have said the things that we did. We 
just...it's the way we were raised. I know it's wrong. 
Please sir, I'm so sorry."

His expression never changed. He said, "You are only 
sorry that I am your supervisor and hold your lives in 
my hand. In your mind I am nothing but an uppity nigger 
who has no right living in your neighborhood and no 
right doing anything but janitor work and yard work for 
white people."

He was right of course. But I was right too. It's the 
way we were raised to think. I know that isn't much of 
an excuse. I had friends in high school that had 
developed friendships with black people. But of course 
we had unpleasant names for people like that too. 

It had been even more prevalent in college, even the 
college that we had attended in the Deep South. It had 
never failed to upset Paul and me when we saw groups of 
kids getting on so well despite their different races. 
And when we saw a black boy with a white girl, well, we 
just never could deal with that!

The tears were flowing freely now and I don't think I 
was really capable of reason. But I couldn't just give 
up. I couldn't let it end like this.

I wiped my eyes and said, "Please sir. I'm begging you. 
Give us a chance. Give us a chance to change. We'll do 
anything, but we can't let our lives be destroyed like 
this."

He glared at us for a moment. I didn't think for a 
moment he would relent. His face never changed 
expression. He hated us, and I suppose he had every 
right.

A long silence passed before he leaned back in his 
chair and quietly said, "I don't believe you."

I wasn't certain what it was that I had said that he 
didn't believe. But it was an opening. I quickly 
responded, "I will sir! We will! We will change. I 
promise you!"

He had a strange look on his face, almost a smile and I 
didn't know what was going through his mind until he 
said, "No, bitch. I don't believe that you will."

Was that a straw? I wasn't sure if he was just toying 
with me or if he was actually suggesting that there was 
room for compromise. I grasped at it though. I had to.

"I swear it, sir! I...we will do anything to make it up 
to you. We can't let our lives be destroyed like this. 
Please sir. I'm begging you. Give us a chance."

He actually smirked then. It wasn't reassuring. He 
clasped his hands behind his neck and leaned back in 
his chair and said, "Stand up."

We quickly got to our feet and stood quaking in fear in 
front of his desk.

He left us like that for a moment before he said, "I 
don't believe it, bitch. I don't believe you will do 
anything. I don't believe that you can. I doubt if you 
are capable of it. But I'm willing to give you a chance 
to prove it if you want."

I swear, I actually thought he was relenting. The 
pressure in my chest started to let up and I could 
actually breathe. I quickly responded, "I can sir! I 
will! We both will. Please give us a chance."

He answered quietly, "Okay. I don't think you have 
thought this out very well. But I'm willing to give you 
a chance."

He turned to my husband and said, "Paul, I want you to 
go over there and lock my office door. Then I want you 
to come back over here and undress your bitch for me."

I heard Paul make a sound like he had been punched in 
the gut. He grabbed my hand and started to pull me 
toward the door. My legs wouldn't move. I collapsed on 
the floor and covered my face and cried loudly. I can't 
even describe my thoughts. To be honest, I don't know 
if I was actually thinking. I was just feeling. I was 
feeling total despair, and total desperation.

I started to get my hysterical tears under control. I 
wiped my eyes on my lab coat sleeves again and I looked 
up to see Doyal smiling down at me, enjoying my 
distress.

I struggled to my feet and pleaded, "Please sir, that 
isn't what I meant."

He just kept smiling. He said, "I didn't think that it 
was you silly bitch. But it is what I meant. If you two 
want to keep your jobs here then you have only one 
option. You become my slaves. Don't you think that's 
fitting?"

"After all," he continued, "that's what your ancestors 
did with my ancestors. You made them slaves. They were 
humiliated and degraded. They were bought, sold and 
traded like a common commodity. They were whipped and 
abused and raped and even killed on a whim. And once my 
ancestors were freed, by force I might add, you 
continued to make their lives hell. You denied them an 
education. You denied them a decent place to live. You 
denied them good jobs and you denied them the right to 
vote. We had to fight your kind for every step forward 
that we made. And even now, you two, and those of your 
ilk, are still fighting against equality for my 
people."

I was holding onto the back of my chair now. I wasn't 
sure that I could stand unsupported. I looked into 
those cold eyes and in a quavering voice I whispered, 
"I don't think... I can't... how can I... oh please, 
sir!"

His expression never changed. He smiled that cold smile 
and said, "Get out. I'm done with you. But if I were 
you I'd put that nice house of yours on the market. You 
won't be able to afford it in a few weeks."

Paul gently pulled at my wrist, trying to guide me to 
the door. I whirled around to face him and hissed, "NO! 
Paul I won't let it be over. I can't. If we don't do 
what he wants then we might as well kill ourselves. My 
parents will lose their home. We will lose everything 
we own. What kind of jobs do you think we will be able 
to get after we get fired and lose our clearances?! I 
refuse to end up living in a single-wide trailer on the 
edge of town and working at...working where Paul? No 
one would hire us. Do you want to live on welfare the 
rest of your life? Do you think that there is a future 
in picking up aluminum cans on the side of the road?"

Paul looked like an animal caught in a trap. He 
couldn't look any more stunned if Doyal had popped him 
in the forehead with a two-by-four. I took a deep 
breath and said, "Paul. Go lock the door."

He shook his head and tried to grab my wrist again. I 
pulled away and hissed, "No god damn it! We have to do 
this. We don't have a choice. Go lock the damned door!"

I could see Doyal out of the corner of my eye. He 
hadn't moved and his expression hadn't changed. No 
matter what Paul and I did in the next few minutes, he 
was enjoying the hell out of our suffering.

Paul still hadn't moved. I grabbed the lapels of his 
lab coat and quietly said, "Paul, we can talk about 
this later. But you are a smart man. That was one of 
the things that attracted me to you. You know as well 
as I do that we don't have any other option. We have to 
do what he wants. Please honey. Go lock the door."

Paul stared at me for a second and then he reluctantly 
turned to Doyal and asked, "You just want to see her 
naked, right? Just this once? I take her clothes off 
and then she gets dressed and you have had your 
revenge. You will have humiliated us. If we do that we 
keep our jobs and we forget all about this, right?"

Doyal answered in a condescending voice one might use 
with an idiot, "No you dumb fuck! I told you just a few 
minutes ago. Weren't you listening? You become my 
slaves. You will be my slaves until I get reassigned or 
you leave here, or until I get tired of you. You will 
do anything I tell you to do. You will do it anywhere I 
tell you to do it and with anyone with whom I tell you 
to do it. In case there is any question in your minds, 
I am going to fuck your hot little bitch of a wife. She 
is going to suck my cock whenever I'm in the mood. And 
it won't be just me. I have a lot of friends that would 
enjoy a piece of her ass."

"As for you Paul, you don't do anything for me 
personally. I can't speak for some of my weirder 
friends. I will enjoy humiliating you though. Since I 
don't plan to fuck your skinny ass I'll have to find 
other ways to make your life a living hell. It wouldn't 
be fair if Jolie was the only one suffering. But it's 
up to you. I don't give a shit one way or the other. 
I'm going to enjoy it immensely no matter which route 
you choose. Now is the time to choose though. I am 
enjoying this very much. Watching you two suffer has 
made my whole year. But I have a lot to do. So either 
do what I told you to do or go back to the lab and get 
to work."

Paul stared at Doyal as if in shock for a moment, then 
he stared at me. He finally turned and walked slowly 
toward the door. I watched him cross the room. His 
shoulders were slumped and he walked like he was going 
to his death. He turned the handle and the lock made a 
loud metallic clicking sound that seemed to seal our 
fate. He turned without looking up from the floor and 
crossed the office to stand beside me once more.

I felt sorry for Paul. I figured that our marriage 
would soon be over. I was about to be raped by a black 
man and I was certain that Paul couldn't see that and 
still have anything to do with me afterwards. Once Paul 
started to undress me he could never look at me the 
same again. I understood though. It was the way we were 
raised.

Paul gave me an apologetic look. You may find it hard 
to believe but I could see that this was nearly as hard 
for him as it was for me. When he could delay no longer 
he reached for my lab coat. 

Doyal called to him, "Wait! Not like that. Jolie, turn 
and face me. Paul, stand behind her and reach around 
and undress her. I would like to tell you to take your 
time but we have already been in here as long as I kept 
your co-workers. They are going to wonder what is going 
on. So you might want to pick up the pace a little."

I turned to face Doyal and Paul moved behind me. I 
closed my eyes as his hands reached for my lab coat and 
removed it. 

He dropped it on the chair where I had been sitting. I 
felt his arms reach around me to unbutton my blouse. He 
was still working on the top button with shaking 
fingers when Doyal said, "Jolie, open your eyes. Look 
at me."

I opened my eyes. That was the easy part. I had been 
about to lose my balance with my eyes closed anyway. 
The hard part was looking Doyal in the eye. I didn't 
want to see him looking at my body as Paul uncovered 
it. I didn't want to see lust in his eyes. I didn't 
want to see pleasure. I had to remind myself, I was a 
slave now. What I wanted wasn't important.

I stood as steadily as I could as Paul unbuttoned my 
blouse. I stared uneasily into Doyal's eyes. I had 
never been so embarrassed in my life, or so scared.

Paul pulled the blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned 
the last button. Just before he pulled it off he 
whispered, "I'm sorry Jolie."

Then he slowly pulled it down off of my shoulders and 
slid it down my arms. He dropped it on the chair with 
my lab coat. Next he struggled with the button and then 
the zipper in the back of my skirt. 

He hesitated before letting my skirt fall. I guess that 
it's a good thing that he was being forced to undress 
me. I don't think that I could have done it. The blood 
was pounding in my head and I was feeling dizzy. I 
could actually feel my heart beating wildly in my 
chest!

I kept my eyes focused on Doyal as my skirt pooled at 
my feet. Paul bent down and I held onto the back of the 
chair to steady myself as I stepped out of my skirt. 
Paul picked it up and placed it neatly on the chair. 
Then he started removing my pantyhose. 

As he worked them down my legs, Doyal said, "I don't 
want you to wear those again. I hate them. I'll let you 
wear panties for a while, until I make up mind about 
them. I kind of like to see a sexy young woman in her 
panties. They are a barrier between me and your cunt, 
but they turn me on. However, I detest pantyhose."

I whispered, "Yes sir."

When my hose were on the growing pile of clothing on 
the chair, Paul stood up and began to tug on the clasp 
that held my bra in place. It wasn't easy for him. It 
was harder for me. 

I was not a virgin when I met Paul. I had been with 
several boys before him. But there had been none since 
Paul. And I had never been undressed in front of a 
black man. I was terrified. I stood before him now in a 
plain white bra and a pair of pink panties and I know 
for a fact that I had not been this nervous on the 
evening when I lost my virginity to Michael Gavin on a 
blanket beside Astor's pond in the eleventh grade.

I felt the clasp come loose and the cups began to fall 
away from my breasts. The arrogant look on Doyal's face 
was not the look I was accustomed to when a boy was 
about to see my breasts. Normally I was just as excited 
by baring my breasts to a boy, after an appropriate 
period spent kissing and petting, as the boy that was 
about to be honored by my nudity. 

I was not excited now. I felt so degraded. It was 
almost enough to take my mind off of the despair I felt 
at the impending end to my marriage.

Paul was reaching for my panties when Doyal stopped him 
and said, "Not yet Paul. Her tits are marred by the 
marks that come from being imprisoned by her bra. Reach 
around and massage them for her. Work them a little. 
And get those nipples hard for me. I like to see a 
bitch with her nipples standing up and begging for 
attention."

I normally enjoy very much the touch of Paul's hands on 
my breasts. This time I hated it. I hated it in part 
because as much as my mind screamed it's defiance, when 
his fingers began to tease my nipples they quickly 
became hard and erect. I wasn't aroused of course. I 
was horrified by what was happening to me. 

Doyal watched with an amused expression on his face for 
several minutes before he said, "Okay. She looks like 
she's starting to enjoy it. I don't want that. Finish 
undressing her. I want to see her cunt."

I shuddered in fear and revulsion as Paul grasped the 
waistband of my underwear and slid them down off of my 
hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood, 
naked now, in front of my new supervisor, the black man 
who now lived next door to me.

He stared at me for a moment and then he sat up in his 
chair and crooked his finger, indicating that he wanted 
me to stand beside his chair.

I muttered, "Oh god. I can't do this."

But I did. I slowly circled around his desk and stood 
beside his chair while he stared at my body, my naked 
body. He smiled up at me and his large fingers began to 
explore my breasts. In a conversational tone he said, 
"I prefer bigger tits, but these look alright on your 
little body. I bet it's really tearing you up isn't it? 
A black man is touching your little tits. Just imagine 
how you're going to feel when my big, black cock is 
rammed up your tight little pink pussy. That's going to 
really pull at your racist, redneck sensibilities."

His hand crawled down my belly like a big black spider. 
His fingertips teased my pubic hair before they dipped 
into the tight opening between my legs. I saw him 
chuckle and he held his finger up to show me how wet it 
was. 

I was more shocked than he was! How could my body 
possibly react like that to this prelude to rape?! 

The tears were running off my cheeks in a steady stream 
now. They were falling onto my breasts and then 
dripping off of my nipples. Doyal placed his finger, 
still wet with my juices, against my nipple which was 
damp with my tears. His finger circled my nipple which 
quickly grew erect once more.

When my nipple was erect he squeezed it lightly. He 
smiled that arrogant smile and said, "I think I'm going 
to have to get these pierced. I have always thought 
that women like you would look good in a slave collar 
with matching nipple jewelry."

I almost fainted. I had never even had my ears pierced. 
I was terrified of needles. And my opinion of the type 
of woman who would pierce her nipples...well, in my 
mind they were nothing but prostitute wanna-be's. 

Doyal finally glanced at the clock and said, "The day 
may come when you can work dressed the way you are now. 
Unfortunately that day is not today. Put your blouse 
and skirt on."

He sat and watched me as I moved back around his desk 
and reached for my panties. In a stern voice he said, 
"You had better start paying attention, bitch. I told 
you to put your blouse and skirt on. I didn't say 
anything about underwear."

I dressed quickly. There wasn't much for me to put on. 
I stared at the floor as I dressed. I couldn't stand 
the thought of looking at Doyal or my husband. Oh god! 
What must Paul be thinking of me now? A black man had 
seen me naked. He had touched me. His finger had been 
inside of me!

When I was dressed, Paul and I waited for permission to 
leave Doyal's office. It was getting late and we didn't 
have time for much more than putting our work away and 
cleaning up our work area.

Before he let us go, Doyal said, "Roll your waistband 
over a few times bitch. I'll be at your house after I 
get off tonight. I expect to be fed. After I've fucked 
you we will go through your clothes and see if you have 
any clothes worth keeping. We are going to want your 
cunt to be much easier to get to from now on. Now get 
out. You may be a sexy young cunt but you disgust me. 
And don't close that lab coat, bitch."

Paul held the door for me and we stepped out into the 
corridor. We turned to face each other and finally I 
looked him in the eyes and tried to see what he was 
thinking. People were starting to leave now and we 
didn't dare speak. I simply said, "I'm sorry Paul."

He looked confused. He responded in a whisper, "You're 
sorry? Jolie! You don't think...Jolie! I don't blame 
you. I don't hold what happened in there against you. 
Hell! I'm the one that took your clothes off! I should 
be apologizing to you!"

We couldn't say more. There were too many people 
around. We returned to our lab. I almost buttoned my 
lab coat without thinking. I doubted if anyone would 
notice any difference in my dress. It wasn't obvious 
that I was no longer wearing a bra. I didn't think 
anyone would notice that I was no longer wearing hose 
or that my skirt was two inches shorter. Still, I 
couldn't help feeling more vulnerable for letting Doyal 
control my manner of dress.

We got strange looks from our co-workers as we re-
entered our lab. They had each spent fifteen or twenty 
minutes in Doyal's office. Paul and I had been in with 
him for nearly an hour. 

But that wasn't the only difference. The five men that 
we work with had all come back into the lab smiling and 
looking forward to working with Doyal. Not Paul and 
certainly not me. Our faces were white and drawn and 
neither of us was capable of smiling. 

We moved to our work areas in silence and began to 
prepare to leave for the day. As I put my work away I 
felt a hand on my shoulder. I just about jumped right 
out of my skin. I turned to see Karl looking at me with 
a concerned look on his face. He asked, "Is something 
wrong Jolie? You and Paul look like you just got chewed 
out. Do you need us to speak to Doyal for you? I don't 
know what the problem is but we all like you and we 
know what good workers you are. You know we'll back you 
up if you need us."

I struggled to smile at him. He was a very nice man. 
All of our co-workers were. I thanked him and tried to 
assure him that everything was alright. It must have 
been obvious that it wasn't. But what else could I say?

We said goodnight to our co-workers and left at the 
usual time, 4:30 PM. Our plant had staggered hours so 
that everyone wasn't coming to work and leaving at the 
same time. But there was still a crush of people 
pouring out through the various exits to the building 
and swarming over the parking lot.

Paul and I walked in silence to our car and once we 
were safely inside with the engine running and the air 
conditioner working at full blast to dissipate the 
superheated air in the car we sat staring straight 
ahead and giving the parking lot time to clear out a 
little. 

It was a long time before either of us spoke. I said, 
"It's okay Paul. I know what you must be thinking. I 
won't be a problem for you."

Paul turned in his seat with that confused look on his 
face again and asked, "You said that before, Jolie. 
What is it that you think you know? What are you 
talking about? You don't think that I blame you for 
what just happened, or what is going to happen, do 
you?"

I stared straight ahead. I knew that he was trying to 
do the right thing. He was saying what he thought he 
needed to say. But I knew how his mind worked. I knew 
what I would have been thinking if I were in his place.

I quietly said, "No Paul. I know that you don't blame 
me. But I know what you must think of me now. I know 
what you would think if I tried to kiss you now. I know 
what would be going through your mind if we tried to 
make love. A black man saw me naked. A black man 
touched me. A black man put his finger inside of me. 
And tonight a black man is going to..."

For a moment I couldn't even say it. It was 
unthinkable. Finally I sobbed, "A black man is going to 
fuck me."

Paul moved closer to me and put his arms around me. I 
struggled to push him away but he held me in his arms 
and pulled me to him. I finally stopped struggling and 
I realized that he was crying quietly too.

I had never seen him cry and it scared the hell out of 
me. I whispered, "Don't cry baby. I won't..."

He interrupted to say, "Shut up Jolie! I'm not going 
anywhere. Or at least I'm not going anywhere without 
you. I love you. I loved you this morning and I love 
you now and I'm going to love you tomorrow morning."

"I will admit that if you had asked me this morning 
then I would have assumed that I would feel the things 
you think I must be feeling now. Much to my own 
surprise I don't. I don't know why. I just know that no 
matter what happens I love you very much and I am not 
going to stop loving you. I'm certainly not going to 
stop loving you because our next door neighbor has 
raped you."

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me. We 
are going to have to survive some hard times. I don't 
doubt that they are going to be harder for you than me. 
But I can't imagine life without you. We will find a 
way to get through this. Just remember that no matter 
how bad it gets, I am not going to stop loving you. And 
I am not going to stop wanting you. I swear it."

I said, "Paul that is so sweet. I appreciate what you 
are saying. But I don't think you can pull it off. We 
are..."

That was as far as I got before he turned my face up 
and kissed me passionately. I lost it then. I put my 
arms around his neck and I began to cry hysterically. I 
couldn't stop. It went on and on until I finally became 
aware of him gently rubbing my back and lightly kissing 
my neck and my ears and whispering, "I love you Jolie. 
It kills me that I can't protect you. But I love you 
and I will never leave you."

I loved it that he would say it. I guess he may even 
have thought it. But I knew him too well. We were just 
alike. I said, "Paul, he is going to fuck me tonight. 
He is going to make me suck his cock. He is going to 
make me a sex slave and it is all about humiliating and 
degrading me...us. You can't honestly expect me to 
believe that you will ever be able to make love to me 
again after he leaves our house tonight."

He kissed me again and asked, "Have I ever lied to you? 
I have given you my word. I never break my word."

He kissed me once more and then at the same time we 
both noticed that we were just about the only car left 
in the parking lot. I pushed him away gently and said, 
"I guess we better go home. I have to start dinner."

He slid back behind the steering wheel and as we 
fastened our seatbelts I wondered if he could actually 
keep his word. I knew that he had the best of 
intentions. He was a good man, a very good man. But he 
was only human and we were products of our environment. 

In our environment a white woman did not allow anyone 
who was not white to have sex with her. She would 
rather die. In my mind I had already submitted to 
Doyal. I had already been naked in front of him. He had 
touched my body. His finger had entered the most 
private orifice of my body. 

I knew that I would do whatever he ordered me to do 
tonight, because I am a practical person and because I 
could see no alternative. I could not imagine that 
Paul, no matter how nice he was, or how well 
intentioned, could ever get over what was going to 
happen to me. But then, I wasn't sure that I could deal 
with it either. I was terrified. 

It was funny though, I didn't realize until that very 
moment that I was more afraid of what Paul was going to 
think than I was of the actual impending rape. I 
suppose that would change when the rape became a 
reality and was no longer just an abstract notion of a 
large black man despoiling my body at some moment in 
the future.

The ride home was made in total silence. It didn't take 
a genius to know what either one of us was thinking 
about. We had spent a half hour in the parking lot 
waiting for the traffic to clear and trying to assure 
ourselves that our marriage could survive the horrible 
things that were about to happen to us. But even with 
that delay it looked like we had still beaten Doyal 
home. We had never paid much attention to his comings 
and goings and we didn't know what time he normally 
came home. 

We went inside and I tried to decide what to make for 
dinner. I was never much for planning our meals. More 
often than not I waited until we got home from work and 
made supper depending on what we were in the mood to 
eat and what we had on hand. 

Neither of us was very hungry. I ended up making some 
home fries and getting some pork chops out and ready to 
cook as soon as Doyal showed up. While I was cooking I 
asked Paul to make me a strong drink. I was going to 
need it.

We sipped our drinks until Doyal showed up at seven. He 
didn't knock or ring the bell. He just walked right 
into our home. We heard him enter and Paul got up and 
gave me a gentle kiss and said, "Remember, I love you. 
I am always going to love you."

Then he went to greet Doyal. While he was doing that I 
started cooking the pork chops.

I heard muted conversation coming from the living room. 
A moment later Doyal and Paul joined me in the kitchen. 
Paul placed a bottle of wine on the counter and then 
undressed me while I stood at the stove. It was 
humiliating all over again. The fact that Doyal had 
already seen me naked and touched me didn't matter at 
all.

Paul opened the wine and took my clothes upstairs. When 
he returned he was naked too. His face was bright red 
but he tried to act as if this was all normal. He 
poured a glass of wine for Doyal who was sitting 
quietly at the kitchen table watching me move around 
the kitchen in the nude.

I heard him chuckle when he saw Paul's soft cock. He 
said, "I guess that what they say about you white boys 
is true."

I glanced over discreetly and saw that, I suppose 
because of the fear and humiliation, Paul's cock looked 
much smaller than normal. I wanted to say something in 
Paul's defense but I didn't dare.

I set the table and served dinner. I loved the smell of 
pork chops cooking and normally that smell was all I 
needed to work up an appetite. Not tonight though. I 
sat at the table, trying to be as inconspicuous as 
possible, and picked at my food. Paul didn't eat 
either.

Doyal, on the other hand, ate heartily. While he ate he 
asked us a lot of personal questions. He asked us about 
where we came from and about school and even about 
work. Then he turned to Paul and asked, "Is she any 
good at sucking cock?"

Paul looked at him in shock and when he didn't respond 
right away Doyal said, "I realize that yours is only a 
practice cock and not like the real thing. But it will 
give me some idea of how hard she's going to be to 
train."

Poor Paul, he didn't know what to say. He turned an 
even darker shade of red, he glanced at me, and then he 
said, "I have always loved it when she did it to me. I 
think she is very good at it." 

Doyal smiled and held his hand out towards me. He had 
been eating his pork chops with his fingers and they 
were very greasy. He stuck his middle finger out and 
said, "Show me Jolie. Demonstrate your cocksucking 
skills for me. That looks to be about the size of your 
wimpy husband's dick."

I leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth. It 
wasn't such a strange thing, not really. It was 
something I might have done playfully for Paul if we 
had been alone. But doing it like this, under these 
circumstances, for this hateful man who was only doing 
it to humiliate us, it was having just that effect. It 
was nearly as degrading as standing in front of him and 
being undressed by my husband for his viewing pleasure.

He watched me suck on his finger for a minute. Then he 
pushed his chair back and grabbed my wrist. He pulled 
me over into his lap and said, "You're going to have to 
do better than that, bitch."

He forced another of his long, black, greasy fingers 
into my mouth and I sucked it clean while his free hand 
came up and cupped my breasts and gently squeezed.

As I sucked his finger clean I could feel his cock 
under my ass. It felt huge. I tried not to think about 
that but instead concentrated on sucking his greasy 
fingers clean. He let me clean all four fingers and his 
thumb that way before he took his hand away from my 
mouth. 

For a fraction of a second I was relieved that my 
little cocksucking demonstration was over. But then his 
hand fell to my thigh, only inches from my exposed 
pussy. He squeezed my thigh and then slid his hand up 
until his large index finger was nestled in my slit.

He was staring at my face as his finger came into 
contact with my sex. He saw me gasp quietly at his 
touch and he said, "Yeah, I knew you wanted that. I 
expect you have been thinking about me since you left 
my office. I'm going to stick my finger back in your 
pussy now, bitch. What do you want to bet it comes out 
wet again? You may not admit it, not even to yourself, 
but you can't wait to get my big, black cock in your 
hot little cunt."

I felt his finger slip between my labia and I knew by 
the way it entered me so easily that I was wet down 
there. The fact that my pussy was wet in anticipation 
of his touch was just as disturbing as it had been when 
it happened in his office. It was like my body was 
joining forces with Doyal to humiliate me.

He chuckled when his finger entered me easily. He 
worked it around inside of me for a moment and said, 
"Yeah, you are one hot little cunt. You may not like 
black people intruding on your little white world, but 
your body seems to be looking forward to getting some 
nice big black dick."

Doyal pulled his finger out of me and held it up. He 
shook his head and said, "Sweetheart, it is obvious to 
me that your mind and your body are having one hell of 
a conflict here. Or is there something that you are 
keeping a secret from your husband? You don't harbor a 
secret desire for black men do you Jolie?"

I didn't plan on dignifying that obviously outrageous 
question with an answer. But he didn't give me a chance 
anyway. He forced his finger, now wet with my juices, 
into my mouth and watched me suck it clean again. When 
his finger was clean he pushed me out of his lap and 
stood up. 

He is a large man and he towered over me. He was very 
intimidating, and not just because he was dressed and I 
was naked. Nor was it because I knew that he was about 
to demand sex of me, and I had no choice but to submit. 
I had no doubt that this man would have been 
intimidating under any circumstances. He was large and 
muscular but it was the arrogant look on his face that 
made us feel so ill at ease. He was in charge and he 
knew it. He was a man who was used to being in charge 
and it showed.

Doyal stood up and said, "You can clean this mess up 
later. Let's go in the other room and get comfortable."

Paul and I followed Doyal into the living room and he 
stood in front of our couch. He ordered us to stand on 
in front of him and then he said, "I want you to 
undress me now. It's time that we got better 
acquainted."

Paul and I looked at each other. We didn't know what to 
do. I mean, we certainly knew what to do, but we didn't 
know who should do what. Paul was just as uncomfortable 
with the idea of undressing another man as I was. 

After a short hesitation Paul began to unbutton Doyal's 
sport shirt and I started unbuckling his belt and then 
opening his pants. I finished first and I pushed his 
pants down to his ankles. He didn't lift his feet so I 
couldn't remove them. That left me with only his boxer 
shorts.

Paul pulled his shirt off and set it aside and then 
stripped him of his undershirt. The contrast between 
Doyal and Paul, or any other boy I had ever been with, 
was striking. Doyal was muscular. His chest was well 
defined and his abs were tight. His upper arms looked 
nearly as large as Paul's thighs! But he wasn't muscle 
bound. He was very well proportioned.

I was inching his boxers down, struggling to get them 
out and down over his semi-hard cock. It was obviously 
very large, much larger than any I had ever seen 
before. But even knowing in advance that it was so much 
larger I don't think that I was really prepared for it 
when I first saw it. 

His cock was much longer than Paul's. But the scary 
part was that it was at least twice as big around. It 
was at least nine inches long and no less than four 
inches around at the base. The skin of the shaft was as 
black as coal. The head was a lighter brown. I stared 
in awe as I uncovered it. I couldn't even imagine 
taking something that large inside of me! I had to 
admit though, it was certainly impressive. It looked 
so...I don't know, masculine? It was as if his cock was 
as arrogant as the rest of him!

When I had his shorts down around his ankles he sat on 
the couch. Paul joined me on the floor and we removed 
his shoes and socks and then his pants and shorts. When 
he was finally naked he spread his legs and said, 
"Paul, I want you to hold my cock while your bitch gets 
better acquainted with it. I haven't gotten fucked in a 
while and I'm pretty horny. I imagine my cock will be 
dancing all over the place. We don't want that, do we 
Paul?"

Paul looked like he had been struck. He expected to be 
humiliated. But he had not been expecting that he would 
actually take part in my rape. He had not expected to 
have to touch, to hold another man's cock. 

He looked up at Doyal in shock. But Doyal just smiled 
at him and said, "Don't be jealous Paulie. Maybe you 
can suck it a little next time. I think the first time 
should be for your little bitch."

Paul and I both shuddered in revulsion as he reached up 
and gingerly held the base of Doyal's cock between his 
thumb and two fingers. He held it out away from that 
flat, hard stomach and Doyal said, "Okay bitch, lean 
down there and give your new god a big kiss. Then I 
want you to thank me for taking pity on you and your 
wussy husband before you start licking my balls."

I stared in dismay at his imposing cock and equally 
massive testicles as Paul held his cock upright for me. 
It was finally happening. It was no longer a threat of 
some horrible thing that was going to happen sometime 
in the future. The future was now. 

I took a deep breath and tried to force myself to be 
strong. I leaned forward and touched my lips to the 
head of his huge cock. I pulled my head back quickly 
and muttered, "Thank you for taking pity on us sir."

It was almost as hard to say that as to do what I was 
about to do. I leaned down and with tears running down 
my cheeks I began to lick his large, hairy, wrinkled 
ball sack. His balls, like his cock, were nearly twice 
as large as Paul's. I licked them all over, stopping 
from time to time to spit out a kinky little black 
hair. 

He instructed me to take his balls into my mouth one at 
a time and suck on them gently. I had done that for 
Paul and it was no big deal. It was much more difficult 
with Doyal. I had to force my mouth open as far as I 
could in order to get just one of his balls inside. 
Once I had managed to stuff it inside, I could do 
little more than gently slide my tongue around the 
underside. I was conscious as I struggled to obey his 
order that Paul's fingers were pressed against my lips, 
still holding that massive cock erect in my face.

After I had repeated the process with his second 
testicle he ordered me to lick his cock before I 
started to learn how to suck a real cock. The arrogant 
bastard!

Despite my husband's grip on the base of it, Doyal's 
cock throbbed quite violently as I bathed it with my 
tongue. The fat knob at the top of the shaft was 
becoming slick with the slime that was oozing from the 
surprisingly large opening in the tip. I licked it 
clean and worked my way up and down the shaft a few 
times before he said, "Okay, bitch, let's see if you 
can suck a cock."

I placed my lips over the knob of his cock and the 
experience was entirely different than when I sucked on 
my husband's much friendlier cock. My lips were 
stretched painfully as I worked them down over his 
daunting weapon. I groaned in dismay as I looked down 
at how much cock was left and how black it looked in 
contrast to my husband's white skin. I thought, "Oh my 
god! I have a black man's cock in my mouth!"

Doyal ordered Paul to release his cock and instead to 
cup his balls. He wanted him to feel it when he shot 
his cum into my mouth. I had been avoiding looking at 
Paul. But I glanced up at him then and I saw the tears 
running down his cheeks. I had been concerned about our 
future, the future of our marriage. But at that moment 
I was too concerned with surviving sucking this huge 
cock to worry about it. Still, I hated it that Paul 
would forever have in his memory the image of me with 
that big black cock in my mouth.

I could only force half of Doyal's cock into my mouth. 
I could usually take nearly all of Paul's, all but the 
last two inches. I had actually been pretty proud of my 
cocksucking skills. But I was totally out of my league 
now. This was like trying to suck off a horse! 

Once I determined my limits I began to suck as much of 
his cock as enthusiastically as possible. I just wanted 
to get it over with. He watched me struggle to please 
him for several minutes before he said, "Not too bad 
for a first time, bitch. Don't worry, you'll get 
better."

I didn't know what he thought that I could do to get 
better. The huge knob on the end of his cock was 
hitting the back of my throat on every thrust. But I 
put that out of my mind and sucked him as hard as I 
could. 

Doyal just sat back and enjoyed it for what seemed like 
a very long time. I could sense that he was starting to 
get close to cumming. I began to get nervous as I 
wondered how large a load of cum a huge cock and balls 
like he had would produce. 

Doyal groaned and said, "Okay Paulie, use your other 
hand now. Finish me off in your bitch's mouth."

Paul placed his hand around the base of Doyal's cock 
again. This time he wrapped his fingers around it as 
far as they would go and he began to rapidly masturbate 
our new supervisor's cock into my mouth.

In less than a minute I felt Doyal's large hands on my 
head, holding me tight to his shaft. He moaned loudly 
and exclaimed, "What a fucking team!"

Then he was cumming in my mouth. I moved my lips up to 
the knob and held them in place as my mouth filled with 
his hot, slimy, bitter cum. I gagged a couple of times. 
I had never experienced so much cum before. It was as 
bad as I thought that it would be. My mouth was full to 
overflowing when he finally let his ass fall back onto 
the couch cushion and he started to relax. 

He reached out and held Paul's hand still and the three 
of us stayed like that, motionless, until Doyal started 
to breathe more normally and relax. He pulled Paul's 
hand away and said, "Okay, bitch. Swallow that nice hot 
cream and then give Paulie a big kiss to thank him for 
his help."

I struggled to swallow his immense load. It was easily 
twice as much as I had ever gotten from Paul. I had to 
swallow several times to get it all down. I noticed as 
I did that it tasted just like Paul's. I had expected 
it to be different.

Paul and I both had tears running down our cheeks as I 
leaned over Doyal's huge thigh and kissed Paul. It was 
my intention to give him a little peck on the lips but 
he held my head and kissed me lovingly. As we broke the 
kiss he whispered, "I love you Jolie."

It almost broke my heart.

Doyal laughed quietly and said, "Isn't that sweet." 
Then he said, "Paulie, your bitch missed a drop. Would 
you get that for me?"

I stuttered, "N-n-o, please sir. Let me get that."

Doyal chuckled and said, "Don't worry, bitch. One taste 
won't make Paulie gay. Not unless he's already gay. You 
aren't gay are you Paulie? It wouldn't take much to 
make a girl out of you. Just shave your legs and put a 
dress on you and I think you'd look pretty hot."

Paul just glared at him and started to bend down to 
lick the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock. 
Doyal suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of 
Paul's hair and pulled and twisted. 

Paul cried out in pain and reached for Doyal's wrist. 
Doyal yelled at him to put his hands down and he slowly 
complied. He turned Paul's head and looking him right 
in the eye and said, "Don't you ever look at me like 
that again you fucking faggot! I own your pansy ass 
now. That cock you are about to lick, that's as much 
your god now as it is to your cunt of a wife. Your 
lives revolve around pleasing that tube of flesh from 
now until I get tired of fucking with you. You don't 
feel so fucking high and mighty now do you? Just 
remember, if you two weren't such racist assholes you 
wouldn't be in this mess now. Hell! You didn't even 
have to be nice to me, just polite. If you had only 
been civil, and if you hadn't called my son those nasty 
names of course. That kind of pissed me off."

He finally released his grip on Paul's hair and said, 
"Now do what I told you to do. And if you ever look at 
me like that again I'll take my belt to your pansy 
ass!"

I watched in shock as Paul slowly leaned down and 
licked up that last remaining drop of cum on the head 
of Doyal's cock. I knew how Paul felt about gay people 
and I knew that it was killing him to first hold and 
now touch his tongue to another man's cock. 

Doyal pushed Paul away and ordered him to get him a 
glass of wine and bring it up to the bedroom. Then he 
stood up and told me to lead the way. 

When we got to my room he headed for my closet. I had 
forgotten that he was going to go through my clothes. 
He wasn't very happy with what he found. I had a few 
sexy dresses and some tops that satisfied him. But most 
of my clothes were much too conservative for his 
tastes. He separated out the few items he approved of 
and a couple of skirts that would be acceptable once I 
had them shortened. Then he asked to see my underwear.

Paul was waiting outside of my closet with a glass of 
wine. Doyal took the glass and then ignored Paul. I 
pulled my underwear out of my dresser drawers and laid 
everything on top. Doyal picked up all of the pantyhose 
and threw them away. He said, "If you feel you have to 
wear hose you buy the thigh highs. And no garter belts! 
I watched him go through my bras and panties. He said, 
"Some of these bras aren't so bad, but you don't need a 
bra with those little titties of yours. Don't wear one 
anymore."

He selected a couple pairs of panties and said, "These 
aren't too bad. Get rid of the rest."

The two he had selected were my one thong; I hated 
thongs, and a lacy pair of bikini panties.

He said, "Well, at least you get to wear underwear two 
days a week. Don't worry too much about your wardrobe. 
I have an idea on how to expand it."

He went over and sat on the side of my bed and said, "I 
have to go in early tomorrow. There is a lot of work 
involved in taking over a new section. I need a good 
night's rest. So why don't you come over here and get 
my dick hard so I can fuck you before I go home?"

I moved woodenly across the floor. I dropped to my 
knees at his feet and took his soft cock into my mouth. 
Even when it was soft it was much larger than Paul's 
and it was very hard to suck. But it got hard quickly 
and once it was fully erect he pushed me away and 
ordered me up onto the bed. 

He knelt between my widely parted knees and stared down 
at my pussy. His fingers explored me again and again 
they came away wet. He smiled and said, "You are a 
horny little bitch, aren't you?"

I didn't bother to answer, but it continued to horrify 
me that every time he touched me there his fingers came 
away wet.

He moved his wet finger down to my virgin anus and 
pressed the tip of it inside of me there. He smiled 
when I jumped and said, "Don't tell me! A virgin! We'll 
have to take care of that this weekend."

He pulled his finger out of my ass and put it in my 
mouth. While I sucked his finger clean he moved up over 
me and said, "Get over here Paulie. Get down there and 
put my cock into your wife's cunt."

I stared at the ceiling as I felt Paul's hand come 
between Doyal's body and mine. I felt the knob on that 
huge cock moving through my slit and then, with one 
sudden move it was stretching me wider than I had ever 
been stretched before. 

I was sickened. A black man's cock was in my pussy! I 
felt Paul's hand move out of the way. But I didn't pay 
much attention to that. I was focused on the huge shaft 
that was slowly forcing its way into me. I didn't want 
to admit it, not even to myself. But it felt pretty 
good to be stretched like that. It felt good at first 
anyway. It's just that it kept coming and coming, 
stretching me farther and farther until I was afraid 
that it would never stop.

It was just starting to be painful when I felt his 
pubic bone come into contact with mine. That entire, 
enormous organ was inside of me!

He left it like that, buried to the hilt in my pussy, 
for a very long time. He was moaning in pleasure but I 
was glad for the respite. My body needed time to adjust 
to that huge thing.

I had just gotten used to it being there when he 
started pulling it out of me. I'm not sure why it felt 
so much longer than Paul's. It wasn't really, just two 
inches. But it seemed to take him forever to draw it 
all the way out. 

He stroked in and out of me slowly for several minutes, 
all the while staring down at my face. He could see 
that I was enjoying it. I didn't want to. And I didn't 
want him to realize that I was. But Jesus! No woman 
could resist that feeling! I struggled to keep Paul 
from finding out. I didn't moan, as hard as it was to 
keep silent. I bit my bottom lip and struggled to lie 
still and remain quiet. But after several minutes of 
being overpowered, being taken by that large, masculine 
man and that oversized cock, I couldn't fight it any 
longer. 

It killed me that he saw me surrender to him. It was 
even worse that Paul had to witness it. But my body won 
out in the end. I started lifting my hips to meet his 
violent thrusts. My arms somehow ended up around his 
back and I swear I don't remember locking my legs 
around his. 

He fucked me harder and harder and I heard sounds 
coming from me that I had never made before. I knew 
that they were coming from me but I couldn't stop them. 
I had never been so possessed by a man in my life! It 
didn't matter that it was a man that I detested, a man 
for whom I had a perfect hate. I could not control 
myself.

I felt Doyal tense up and I knew that a black man, 
raping me in front of my husband, was cumming inside of 
me. But by then it didn't matter. No, I don't mean 
that. It mattered. It was just about the most 
humiliating and demeaning thing that I could imagine 
happening to me. But I was fighting to control my 
reaction to getting raped by that big cock. I knew that 
Paul was watching and I knew that the images being 
burned into his brain were probably more than a 
marriage could take. But to see me going crazy with 
lust while being raped by my black boss, there was just 
no way to live that down.

Doyal and I peaked at the same time and he collapsed on 
top of me for a moment. I became aware of the fact that 
I was still clasping his body to mine with my arms and 
legs and I quickly let him go.

He pushed himself to his knees and stared down at my 
sweaty body. I think that it had surprised him that I 
had reacted the way that I had. I know it surprised the 
hell out of me. I saw the conceited look on his face 
and I wanted to hit him. Thankfully I wasn't that 
stupid.

He got up and pointed out the dress that he wanted me 
to wear to work tomorrow. Then he went downstairs to 
dress and go home. Paul went down to let him out and 
start cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and dining 
room.

I didn't move until they were gone. Then I got up and 
rushed to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and it took 
forever for the cum to drain out of me. Then I took a 
quick shower and brushed my teeth.

I put on my robe and steeled my nerves to face my 
husband. I knew what I was going to see on his face 
when I went downstairs. I knew that he could never love 
me after what I had done. It would have been bad enough 
if I had merely let that man rape me. But to become 
aroused, to achieve orgasm! That was unforgiveable. 

But I couldn't hide in my room. I had to face Paul. At 
the very least I had to apologize to him.

By the time I got downstairs he had already cleaned off 
the dining room table and was loading the dishwasher. I 
went into the kitchen and moved up behind him. I tried 
to make him stop. I said, "Paul, go sit down. I'll do 
that." 

He didn't turn around. He just said, "You have already 
had a rough evening. Why don't you make us a drink and 
sit down and I'll join you in a minute. I'm almost done 
here."

I didn't know what to make of his voice. He sounded 
calm. He sounded sad. But I didn't hear any of the 
things that I expected to hear in his voice. It didn't 
sound like he was mad at me or disgusted with me. I 
didn't know what to think.

I made us each a stiff drink and put them on the end of 
the counter. While he finished up with the dishwasher I 
cleaned off the stove and wiped down the counters. We 
finished up at about the same time and I took our 
drinks over and put them on the kitchen table.

He came up behind me and I turned and we looked into 
each other's eyes for the first time since...since our 
boss raped me. Then, in unison, we said, "I'm sorry."

I looked at him in surprise. I had expected to hear 
something more along the lines of 'I want a divorce,' 
certainly not an apology!

I asked, "Paul? What are you apologizing for? I'm the 
one that...oh god, I can't even say it!"

He took me into his arms and nearly crushed me. I put 
my arms around him and suddenly I was crying like a 
baby again. I had done a lot of crying today. I'm not 
normally a crying female. This was not a normal day.

He responded, "I have a lot to apologize for Jolie. And 
you have nothing to apologize for."

I rested my head on his shoulder and said, "I wish that 
were true Paul. I can't imagine that you will ever get 
those images out of your head. You must hate me now."

Paul kissed the top of my head and said, "I'm the pansy 
that let his wife get raped by the next door neighbor. 
No, it was even worse than that. I helped the son of a 
bitch! No real man would help some son of a bitch rape 
his wife. I didn't even try to fight him."

"Paul!" I exclaimed. "You couldn't fight that man! And 
I don't mean just because he is huge and would have 
killed you. He has our lives in his hand. I wouldn't 
let you fight him. We have to do what he says. But I 
don't get it. Are you telling me that you don't want a 
divorce now? Surely you cannot live with a woman who 
has done what I just did!"

Paul held me tighter and said, "You didn't do anything 
that he didn't make you do. You didn't have a choice. 
Just like I didn't when I did what he told me to do. 
Are you telling me that you can see the things that he 
made me do and that you don't hate me?"

I didn't know what he was talking about at first. Then 
I remembered. I had been so focused on the things I had 
done, and the things that were done to me, that I 
really hadn't paid that much attention to Paul except 
to despair at the idea of what he was seeing me do.

I straightened up suddenly and in a whisper, as if I 
hoped that he wouldn't hear me, I said, "Paul, I had an 
orgasm. I came when he put that huge thing of his in me 
and fucked me. I let him rape me and I had an orgasm 
right in front of you."

Paul smiled and said, "Yeah, a damned nice one too! I 
was pretty happy for you."

I stepped back then. I didn't know if he was teasing me 
or if he had just gone crazy.

I turned and picked up my drink and gulped down half of 
it. Then I turned back and looked at him like he had 
lost his mind. 

He took me back into his arms and said, "Jolie, one of 
the things I loved about you right from the beginning 
was that you enjoyed sex. Your body and your mind were 
always responsive. Just thinking about how turned on 
you got used to get me excited. I love watching you, 
especially when I eat your sweet pussy. I love watching 
you lose control. I don't blame you for enjoying 
getting fucked by that big cock of his. And I won't 
hold it against you, if you promise not to get upset 
when I tell you that when I saw you getting turned on 
it gave me a hard on."

I looked at him skeptically. Surely he was just saying 
that to ease my guilt. I had one more question that I 
was afraid to ask. But now was the time. 

"Paul, what about what we did downstairs? Could you 
even kiss me after what you saw?"

He shrugged and said, "Could you kiss me? Could you 
ever forget that I licked the end of that son of a 
bitch's cock?"

I moved back into his arms then and I said, "Paul, I 
was right. On our first date I thought to myself, 'this 
man would be the perfect husband'. And you are. I love 
you so much."

He responded, "I may not be a perfect husband. A 
perfect husband would have prevented what happened here 
tonight. But I have the perfect love for you."

I kissed him then, or rather we kissed each other. It 
was a warm, passionate, unselfconscious kiss and I 
started to think that maybe we would survive this after 
all.

We finished our drinks and I made us each another. Then 
we sat on the couch with Paul's arms wrapped around me 
and talked about what we had seen and done and how we 
felt about it.

Paul was still naked and I noticed that his cock kept 
twitching as we talked about some of the things that 
had happened. He knew that I was aware of it and I 
could tell that he was self-conscious. 

I put my drink on the coffee table and said, "There is 
one way to take care of this in a hurry."

I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart. He 
tried to stop me. He said, "No Jolie, you don't have to 
do that! Not tonight. Not after what you have been 
through."

I smiled and held his rapidly growing cock in my hands. 
I said, "Sweetheart, I have never sucked your cock 
because I had to. I love sucking your cock and you know 
it. Now stop giving me a hard time here or I'll be 
forced to bite you."

Paul gave in and sat back. He relaxed and I spread his 
legs and he watched me as I leaned down and gave him 
the best, the most loving blowjob that I had ever given 
him.

I had always enjoyed doing this, especially for him. It 
was so much better now. After sucking on our neighbors 
large cock I found that sucking on Paul's nice seven 
inch cock was even easier and even more fun. I devoured 
him with even more passion than normal but still I was 
surprised at how quickly he had cum. I swallowed easily 
and then I rested my head on his stomach and held his 
cock in my mouth while it went soft. 

Paul stroked my hair and thanked me and told me how 
much he loved me. I finally looked up and said, "I 
can't believe that we are going to get through this. 
All evening I was terrified of looking at you and 
seeing the disgust that I knew must be in your face 
when you saw what I was doing."

He answered with a touch of embarrassment, "If you had 
looked at me very often this evening you would have 
seen how frequently my cock got hard when I watched 
you. I don't understand it. I have read about men who 
get off on watching their wives with other men. I have 
never been that way. It never even occurred to me. I'm 
not even sure what it was about what I saw that turned 
me on. I only know that now that it's over I'm glad I 
had that reaction and not the reaction you were afraid 
of. To be honest, I was afraid of the same thing you 
were."

The smile left my face and I said, "It's not over. This 
was just the beginning. And it isn't going to be just 
him."

Paul pulled me up beside him on the couch and kissed 
me. He said, "Just remember one thing. No matter what 
happens, I am always going to love you. And I am always 
going to want you. I only hope that he doesn't make me 
do something that you can't get past. I am surprised 
that you didn't ask me to leave after what I did today, 
and after what he did today. Christ! I can't blame you 
for cumming on that humongous cock of his! That thing 
was incredible. It made my cock look like a clit!"

I laughed and said, "I love your clit, sweetheart."

We finally went up and went to bed. Paul tried to 
return the favor. But when I realized what he was doing 
I stopped him. I said, "No honey. Not tonight. Trust 
me. I've had enough. Besides, he came in buckets. I 
don't want to take a chance on you going down on me 
and...well, you know."

He kissed my neck and said, "I would be surprised if I 
didn't end up with a mouthful of it one of these days 
anyway. He is doing this to humiliate us."

I said, "No Paul. He is doing this because we are 
racists and because we were rude to him and called his 
son some very ugly names."

We looked at each other strangely then. It was like for 
the first time we were acknowledging to ourselves that 
we were not innocent victims in this. 

After what had happened to us tonight I expected to 
have a very difficult time falling asleep. I had a lot 
to think about. But I suppose that between the three 
strong drinks and the stress and the amazing orgasm I 
was out like a light in less than a minute. I am 
usually a pretty light sleeper but that night I slept 
so soundly that in the morning Paul had to shake me to 
get me to wake up.

I went down and started coffee while Paul took a 
shower. Then I took a shower while Paul toasted some 
English muffins. When I finished my shower I put on the 
dress that Doyal had selected for me. It was a flirty 
little sundress. Not really scandalous, but not 
appropriate for the work place either. It ended about 
four inches above my knees. I thought that it was 
inappropriate for work but I would be wearing a lab 
coat. I didn't see how this would have the effect of 
humiliating me that Doyal undoubtedly intended.

I dressed and joined Paul for breakfast. We ate 
quietly, both of us wondering what Doyal had in mind to 
make the day unpleasant.

We went in at our normal time, along with a hundred or 
so other employees of the company. When we got to work 
I put my lab coat on and went to my work area. Some of 
the guys commented on my dress. They liked it and 
suggested I dress like that more often. I had a feeling 
that they were going to get their wish, and then some.

There was a note on my desk telling me to report to 
Doyal's office as soon as I got in. I went out of the 
lab and down to Doyal's office. I knocked and he told 
me to enter.

When I stepped inside he looked up and said, "Lock the 
door, bitch."

I wasn't really that surprised that he had sent for me. 
The surprise was that he was not alone in his office. 

I turned and locked the door. When I turned back around 
he was getting up from behind his desk. He gestured for 
me to stand in front of him. I crossed the space 
between us and by the time I was standing in front of 
him my face was bright red and my heart was beating 
loudly again, just like yesterday.

He said, "Remove the lab coat. I want to see how you 
look in the dress I picked out for you."

I obeyed instantly but I was very conscious of the 
other man in the room. He was watching us closely and 
smiling as Doyal ordered me around. 

I dropped my lab coat on the same chair that my 
clothing had been piled on yesterday when Paul had 
undressed me in this same spot. 

Doyal asked, "I suppose you are wearing underwear?"

I responded, "Yes sir."

"Which ones?" he asked.

I quietly replied, "The bikini panty."

He smiled and said, "Show me."

I reached down reluctantly and started to raise my 
skirt but he said, "Not like that. Take your dress off, 
stupid."

I unbuttoned the front of the dress and dropped it on 
my lab coat. I stood before Doyal and the stranger in 
just my panties. Doyal turned to his friend and asked, 
"What do you think?"

His friend had a surprisingly deep voice. He answered, 
"Not bad. She looks like a pretty good fuck. Yeah, she 
has the perfect body for some of that stuff, slender 
like a fashion model."

His friend got up and came over and looked me over. He 
asked me my sizes and then he ran his hands over my 
body before slapping my thigh and ordering me to spread 
my legs.

I obeyed nervously and soon another man had his finger 
inside of me. He chuckled and said, "Damn Doyal! This 
broad is hot to trot!"

He pulled his wet finger out of me and held it up. He 
chuckled again and said, "Fuck! Look at that! That's 
just from undressing in front of us! She must be one 
hot bitch!"

Doyal laughed and said, "Trust me Al, she is. Do you 
want to knock off a quick piece before you leave?"

Al said, "Hell yes!"

Doyal pushed me down over his desk and I heard the 
rustle of clothing behind me. A moment later I felt 
Al's cock working its way inside of my very wet pussy. 
I hated what was happening, but I hated even more that 
my body kept betraying me like this. I had gotten wet 
before they even touched me. Undressing in front of 
them had gotten my juices flowing, just like yesterday! 
I was not an exhibitionist. In fact, I was pretty shy. 
So I just didn't understand why this was happening.

I didn't have long to think about it though. Al started 
fucking me hard and fast while Doyal held my head down 
on his desk. I felt so helpless and so used. But worse 
than that, as Al's strokes became faster and more 
violent I felt myself building to another orgasm. 

Doyal reached under me while his friend was fucking me 
and started pulling and twisting on my nipples. He was 
not gentle and it hurt. It hurt a lot. But still I felt 
my body climbing towards a climax. I came just before 
Al did. When the orgasm hit it hit hard and I started 
to call out loudly until Doyal clamped a hand over my 
mouth and kept me quiet. 

I heard Al cry out behind me and his hands clawed at my 
ass during those last few violent strokes. He called 
out, "Jesus! What a fucking pussy!" And then he filled 
me with cum.

He left his cock inside of me for a minute while he and 
Doyal discussed my pussy. Then he slowly pulled his 
cock out of me. It felt nearly as long as Doyal's, 
though not nearly as thick.

When he pulled it free, Doyal pulled me up off of his 
desk and asked, "Did you have a nice rest, cunt?"

Then he pushed me to the floor and said, "Clean up that 
mess."

I didn't know what he meant at first. Not until Al 
moved forward and his soft, slimy cock was right in my 
face. I had just been fucked by a second black man in 
less than twelve hours. Now I was going to taste a 
second black cock. I forced myself to breathe through 
my mouth. His cock smelled as bad as it looked.

I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his cock 
into my mouth as I could before I closed my lips around 
it. I gagged a couple of times at first but I sucked it 
clean as quickly as I could. I was in a hurry to get 
that taste out of my mouth. 

When I had sucked the top half of his cock clean I 
lifted my mouth off of it and I licked the base of it 
until it too was clean. Then I washed his balls with my 
tongue while he guided my head around with his hands 
twisted in my hair.

He finally released me and I stood up gasping for fresh 
air while he straightened his pants and made himself 
presentable. I was aware of the cum that was seeping 
out of me and about to start running down my thigh. I 
was anxious to be allowed to dress and go to the ladies 
room.

Doyal had something else in mind. He smiled and said, 
"You can't leave here like that. Everyone will know 
what a slut you are. Scoop that up and swallow it."

They both laughed at the look on my face when he said 
that. I wanted to plead with him to be reasonable but 
one look at the amusement on their faces as they 
enjoyed my consternation and I knew I would be wasting 
my breath.

I spread my legs and I felt the bile rising in my 
throat as I reached down and scooped up about two 
tablespoons of slimy white cum on the tips of two 
fingers. I stared at it for a second, trying to 
convince myself that it was just cum and I had 
swallowed a lot of it over the last four or five years. 

This was different though. This was such a nasty thing 
to do. I looked up at their faces one last time and 
then I swallowed and forced myself to place my fingers 
in my mouth and suck them clean.

I heard the stranger exclaim under his breath, "What a 
fucking cunt!"

When I had swallowed the bastard's cum I pulled my 
fingers from my mouth and stood there naked as the men 
shook hands and the stranger left. I expected Doyal to 
take a turn but he said, "You had better get to work, 
cunt. I want you and your faggot husband back in here 
at lunch time."

I responded without thinking, "He is not a faggot!"

Doyal just smiled and said, "Sure he is. He just 
doesn't realize it yet."

He handed me my lab coat and ordered me to put it on. 
He was holding my dress and my panties in his other 
hand. 

I groaned as I slipped the lab coat on. We were 
required to wear them at all times but we seldom closed 
them. Not unless we were actually doing something that 
required them, which in my section was not very often. 
They weren't see-through, but they were thin and when I 
started buttoning the front I noticed that my nipples 
showed quite clearly through the thin material. You 
couldn't actually see them. But you could see the 
outlines of them. You could see the bumps. It was 
obvious that I wasn't wearing much of anything under my 
lab coat.

Doyal ordered me to leave the top two buttons and the 
bottom two buttons unfastened. Suddenly my lab coat was 
a sexy garment. My cleavage was exposed to an alarming 
degree and the bottom button that I was permitted to 
close was rubbing against my pubic hair. I would be in 
danger of exposing myself with every step I took. 

The guys were going to love this!

Doyal dismissed me but as I started to leave he said, 
"I doubt if any of the guys have the balls, but if any 
of them should grow a pair and decide to actually put a 
hand on you, you just smile and act like nothing out of 
the ordinary is happening. I'm going to be in and out 
of the lab all morning and I'll be watching you."

I hurried back to the lab with my heart beating a mile 
a minute. The guys looked up and smiled and said good 
morning as I entered. Then they did a double take as 
they watched me cross the room to my work area.

When I got to my bench I looked down and saw that my 
nipples were standing straight out. I looked down and I 
could see the insides of both of my thighs. And that 
was standing still! God knows what I looked like when I 
was taking a step!

I got my work out and threw myself into it like never 
before. I wanted desperately not to think about 
anything else right now. I sat on my stool and 
struggled to at least cover my pussy with that damned 
lab coat, but it was a constant struggle. To make 
matters worse, one at a time the guys all came over, 
ostensibly to see if I was alright. 

I knew that guys being guys they would enjoy the view. 
But I didn't believe that any of them would actually 
touch me. I guess I don't know my co-workers as well as 
I thought I did.

I watched them struggle to keep their eyes focused on 
my face as we spoke. The odd thing was that, under any 
other circumstances I would have been annoyed if they 
had treated me this way. But I couldn't blame them. 
They had never behaved this way until Doyal made me 
dress like this. So I was surprised to find myself 
becoming aroused at all of the attention. I was 
embarrassed. But the tingle I felt between my legs 
every time one of the men came over and stared at my 
nipples or my upper thighs was unmistakable. 

Once more I was forced to consider what kind of a 
person, what kind of a woman I really was. 

The men came over off and on throughout the morning to 
check on something I was doing or just to speak and get 
another look at me. Several times I looked down after 
they walked away and wondered if they had been able to 
see too much of me. The lab coat kept falling away from 
my breasts when I leaned forward and on more than one 
occasion I looked down and saw a nipple just starting 
to peek out. Worse than that though, I was almost 
positive that my slit showed from just about every 
angle but behind me.

There was no question of how exposed I was every time I 
got up or returned to my seat. In those moments I felt 
the cool air on my slit and I knew that my pussy was 
still drooling. My emotions were constantly being torn 
between my continuous state of arousal and my despair 
over the kind of woman that I was afraid that I was 
becoming.

Karl came over for the third or fourth time that 
morning to ask about the status of a project I was 
helping him with. I was flustered as I answered while 
he stared directly at my nearly exposed breasts. When I 
reached for some documents I realized too late that I 
had exposed most of one breast, certainly all of the 
nipple. 

He smiled and his face turned nearly as red as my own. 
His hand fell to my thigh and he patted it gently. He 
said, "My dear, I have never fully appreciated how sexy 
a lab coat could be before. You look fantastic. I don't 
know what has brought about this change in you. But I 
like it."

His fingertips were at most an inch from my pussy as he 
spoke. I was too shocked to say or do anything. And 
when the shock wore off I realized that this was what 
Doyal had in mind. As if to confirm my sudden 
inspiration I looked up to see Doyal smiling at me from 
across the room. He nodded and then went back to his 
conversation with Taylor. I noticed that Taylor was 
staring too. He didn't look like he was hearing a word 
that Doyal was saying.

In the next hour it became obvious that Doyal and 
Taylor had not been the only ones watching Karl place 
his hand on my thigh and get away with it. At one time 
or another they all came over that morning and they all 
placed their hands high on my thigh. I actually felt 
Neal's fingertip grazing my exposed pussy!

Every man in that lab was walking around with a hard on 
all morning because of me. Well, I suppose it would be 
more accurate to say that it was because of Doyal. I 
would never have dressed like this on my own.

Even Paul had a hard on! He didn't feel me up in 
public. But he came over and whispered, "Are you doing 
okay? I hate to admit it, but you look hotter than 
hell!"

I blushed and looked around to make sure that no one 
was close enough to hear us talk. I whispered, "Jesus 
Paul! I don't know what is happening with me! I have 
never been so humiliated in my life. But I'm sitting in 
a pool of my own juices! Could I have been a slut all 
this time and I didn't even know it?!"

He shrugged and whispered, "No. You aren't a slut. 
You're body is just reacting to the constant sexual 
stimulation. You can't help it. Just like I can't help 
having a hard on every time I look at you."

Paul looked around and asked, "What happened in there 
this morning? You were gone a long time."

I whispered to him about having to service the strange 
man in Doyal's office and I told him that we were both 
to report to his office at lunch time. I also told him 
about being ordered to permit my co-workers to touch me 
if they got up the nerve.

Before he went back to work I asked him how exposed my 
pussy was. I couldn't tell but I felt like I was all 
but naked down there.

He glanced down and responded, "It isn't too bad when 
you tug your lab coat together. But once you let it go 
it starts to fall away and it isn't long before the top 
half of your pussy is exposed. You might as well quit 
fighting it. Everyone has already seen it by now."

I asked, "Did you see him this morning? This is just 
what he had in mind, this and more. Remember what he 
said yesterday? He said he wished that I could work in 
the nude. I don't know where this is going. But even if 
he doesn't make up something terrible about us, our 
reputations are going to be shot."

I suddenly realized what Doyal was doing. I hissed 
under my breath, "Oh my god! Paul! I just realized 
where this is going. He wants to turn me into the 
office sex toy. Not just for him, for everyone we work 
with!"

Paul looked so helpless when he said, "I know. But I 
still don't see any way out of this. Not yet anyway."

Paul went back to his work station and I tried to 
forget about how exposed I was and concentrate on my 
own work. As I worked though, I couldn't help noticing 
my co-workers getting together and talking quietly in 
twos and threes throughout the morning, all the while 
glancing over at me. I could just imagine what they 
were saying. 

They kept coming back over and visiting with me at my 
station. Each time they became bolder and each time I 
was forced to bite my tongue as their hands came to 
rest on my upper thigh and fingers began to tease my 
sopping wet slit. I suppose that they were comparing 
notes as the morning went on and it was obvious that I 
wasn't objecting to anything that they did. They may 
not have understood the sudden change in me, but they 
were enjoying it. They didn't grope me openly, and they 
seemed to be more discreet whenever Paul was nearby. 
But they became bolder with each visit to my work 
station.

Just before lunch Karl came over and leaned against the 
bench where I was working. His hand went right to my 
thigh and the tip of his middle finger was sliding up 
and down through my slit, grazing my clit at the top of 
each tiny stroke. 

I gasped as his finger teased my clit and I grasped my 
workbench with both hands. I fought to keep from having 
an orgasm as this nice, gentle, quiet man who was more 
than twice my age and had always treated me with 
respect began to finger my pussy while my husband and 
our four co-workers watched from around the room.

I groaned and bit my bottom lip in an effort to keep 
from having an orgasm. When Karl first spoke I heard 
the words but my brain didn't catch the meaning. He had 
to repeat himself. "Jolie, why are you doing this? Or 
more to the point, why are you letting us do this. 
Don't misunderstand. I love the change in you. We all 
do. But it seems so out of character for you. What's 
going on?"

I was actually grateful for the question. It distracted 
me from the sensations his finger was causing. I 
whispered, "I can't talk when you are doing that Karl! 
I can't think!"

He stopped moving is finger, but it remained inside me, 
just inside my opening. I managed to catch my breath 
and get my mind in gear. But I was still highly aroused 
and it occurred to me that at this very moment, after 
all of these hours of teasing, I wanted to fuck these 
men just as much as they wanted to fuck me. It looked 
like Doyal was going to get his wish!

But I didn't know how to respond to Karl's very 
reasonable question. I couldn't tell him the truth. Or 
could I? I knew that they were all wondering. Maybe the 
easiest thing to do would be to explain. Doyal didn't 
say that I couldn't tell them. Would things be better 
or worse if I told them the truth?

I glanced at the clock. It was still half an hour 
before Paul and I had to report to Doyal's office for 
lunch. I sighed deeply and said, "Give me a minute to 
talk to Paul before I answer you, okay Karl?"

He nodded and finally removed his hand from my sex 
organs.

When he had moved away I looked over to see Paul 
watching with obvious concern. I waved him over and he 
rushed across the room to see what I wanted. When he 
was standing beside me I whispered, "Paul, Karl wants 
to know why I'm doing this, why I'm dressing like this 
and why I'm letting them touch me. I was trying to 
think of a reasonable lie but maybe it would be better 
if we just told the truth. Doyal didn't say we 
couldn't. Maybe that would be better than this, 
whatever this is. Let's get it out in the open. I think 
I would be less embarrassed if they realized that I 
hadn't changed, I am doing what I have to do. And maybe 
they'll take it easy on me. Or not. Either way at least 
we can stop pussy-footing around in a cloud of secrecy. 
What do you think?"

Paul looked at me, and then he looked around at our 
five co-workers. He asked, "What will you tell them?"

"The truth," I replied.

He shrugged and said, "I don't know if that will help 
your cause. But I guess you're right. This silly game 
that everyone is playing now isn't fooling anyone. In 
some ways it's even more demeaning. I guess that we 
haven't anything to lose. You may be right, though I 
doubt it. I think that once they know that they have 
permission to do what they want things will get worse. 
But I guess we are going there anyway. If you would 
feel better having them know that you are being coerced 
then tell them."

I smiled wryly and said, "Paul, it's more than being 
coerced. We are being punished. I suspect that our 
friends here in the office might side with Doyal when 
they hear why."

Paul shrugged and said, "It's up to you. I'm not going 
to change how I feel about Doyal, and I'm not going to 
change how I feel about you. You do what you think is 
best."

Paul kissed me on the forehead and went back to work. I 
turned to Karl and waved him back over. When he was 
close I said, "Karl, I talked it over with Paul and I'm 
going to explain what is going on. I think it might be 
best if I explained it to everyone all at once."

Karl looked up and I looked around to see that everyone 
was watching us. He waved them over and soon I was 
surrounded by my five co-workers, all ogling my exposed 
flesh openly.

When they were close by I said, "Karl asked me why I'm 
doing this, why I'm dressing like this and why I'm 
letting you guys touch me. I don't know if I'm supposed 
to tell you or not. But I wasn't told that I couldn't. 
I think it best to get this out in the open."

I took a deep breath, which they all seemed to 
appreciate, and I started from the beginning. "As you 
guys all know, Paul and I are both from small southern 
towns in Mississippi. We grew up in an environment of 
prejudice and intolerance. We never questioned our 
beliefs and that is why this is happening to me, to us 
I mean."

I saw the confused looks on their faces. Travis and 
Taylor were both from southern states too. I think they 
had a better understanding of what I was saying about 
my background. It only just then occurred to me though 
that neither of them seemed to harbor the prejudice 
that Paul and I did. I couldn't help but wonder. But 
now was not the time for deep thoughts on the way of 
the world.

I continued, "When Paul and I got married after we 
graduated and got these jobs we thought we were living 
in a fairy tale. We could afford a nice house in a 
great neighborhood and nice cars and our life seemed 
perfect. We never once had cause to re-examine our 
values."

"Things started to change when a black man bought the 
house next door to us. He was a nice enough neighbor, 
but it bothered us that a black man lived next door to 
us. He quickly fit right in and was welcome in the 
homes of our neighbors. But Paul and I were not so 
accepting. We left more than one party because he 
showed up."

"One day his two teenage sons were playing in the front 
yard and one of them chased a ball into our yard. I 
yelled at him and called him some...some terrible names 
that I am too embarrassed to repeat. He was just a kid, 
thirteen or fourteen I guess."

"That evening our neighbor came over and I was nearly 
as rude to him. I told him off and slammed the door in 
his face. That man was Doyal Anderson. I didn't even 
realize that he worked here, not that it would have 
made a difference."

"Yesterday, the reason that we spent so much longer in 
his office when he was interviewing everyone is that he 
is punishing my husband and me. He is teaching us a 
lesson."

Now for the hard part! I felt myself turning even 
redder as I said, "In order to keep Doyal from ruining 
our lives, Paul and I had to agree to do everything 
that he says until he sets us free. We are, in effect, 
his slaves. The reason that I am dressed like this, and 
the reason that I have allowed all of you to touch me 
this morning, is that Doyal ordered me to. Paul and I 
could lose everything if we didn't agree to his 
demands. Maybe Doyal is right. Maybe we have this 
coming. But I had to beg him not to fire us and I 
promised to do anything to keep these jobs. I intend to 
keep that promise."

There was a stunned silence for a long moment. Then 
Karl asked, "So you are a slave now? A sex slave? He 
has sex with you?"

I nodded. 

Taylor chimed in, "He ordered you to let us touch you?"

I nodded again. I saw their minds working. They were 
not at all concerned that I was now a sex slave. Their 
only concern was just how far they could go. It was 
obvious on all of their faces.

Then, almost as one they all turned to Paul. Paul was 
staring down at his work but his face and neck were red 
and I knew he had heard everything. 

Karl asked, "What about Paul?"

I shrugged. "I don't know Karl. This all just started 
yesterday when Doyal was made our supervisor."

With a smirk in his voice Travis asked, "How do you 
like getting fucked by a big black stud?"

The others seemed as shocked by his question as I was.

Travis saw their looks and said, "Don't give me that 
shit! I grew up in a small southern town too. And I had 
to put up with people like Jolie and Paul calling me a 
nigger lover and kicking my ass because I had black 
friends. I like you Jolie. You seem like a nice kid. 
But I have to be honest. I feel more sympathy for 
Doyal's kid than I do for you. I think you are a nice 
couple but I hate the way your minds work. I know that 
you believe the things that you believe because you 
were raised that way. But I was raised that way too and 
I knew it was wrong. You are both intelligent people. 
You had the same opportunity that I did to form your 
own opinions. You know right from wrong. Maybe this 
will do you both some good. I sure as hell don't have a 
problem with it. Hell! I think it's pretty fucking 
hot!"

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was time for 
lunch. I slid off of my stool as the men watched 
carefully. I looked over at Paul and then I said, "No 
matter what you choose to believe of my husband and me, 
you now know why we are doing the things that we do. 
You are free to form your opinions, but at least now 
they will be based on the facts. I am embarrassed by 
some of the things that I have done. But I am a product 
of my environment despite what you believe Travis. You 
can hate the way that my mind works and apparently you 
can feel free to grope me at will. But I wanted it to 
be clear that I was permitting these liberties because 
I am being coerced. I did not become a slut overnight."

Paul came over and got me. We left them to think about, 
and undoubtedly discuss what I had just told them. I 
would have liked to listen in on that discussion. But I 
didn't think that it would be very long before I found 
out how it turned out.

We went to Doyal's office and knocked. He called out, 
"Enter."

We went in and Paul asked if he wanted the door locked. 
Doyal looked up and said, "Not yet." Then he asked 
about our morning.

I gave him a quick overview of how it had gone and I 
told him that I had told our co-workers why I was 
dressed like a slut and permitting them to grope me at 
will.

He smiled and asked, "Great! How did they respond?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know yet sir. I just 
finished explaining it before we had to come to your 
office."

He said, "It will be interesting to see how that plays 
out. They seem like a good group of men. But I suspect 
that the opportunity to take advantage of a beautiful 
young woman like you will overcome any moral 
compunction they might feel when it comes to taking 
advantage of you against your will and in front of your 
loving husband. They may be moral men and they may like 
you, but you are a sexy little bitch and when a man's 
dick gets hard he tends to let the morality of an issue 
fade into the background, at least until after his 
orgasm. They may feel pangs of guilt later. But I'm 
sure they can rationalize them away."

There was a light tap at the door and it opened to 
admit the two janitors that worked on our floor of the 
building. They were both tall, thin, older black men 
with gray hair. One of them had a scraggly beard. 

They stood just inside the door and Doyal said, "Paul, 
Jolie, you have worked here for more than a year with 
these men cleaning up after you and I am willing to bet 
that you have never spoken to them. I doubt if you know 
the names of either man. So allow me to introduce you. 
The gentleman on your left is Oscar, and the man on 
your right is John. I had a talk with them earlier and 
explained my little psychology experiment to them. They 
were more than willing to help out. Oscar, would you 
mind locking the door?"

My knees almost gave out as I realized what was about 
to happen. Janitors for Christ's sake! But there was 
never any question that I was going to obey. I didn't 
even stop to ponder how easily I had given in to Doyal. 
I had, after all, begged him to give me a chance and 
promised to do anything he demanded of me. And I was 
constantly aware of the possible repercussions if I 
should rebel. Always in the back of my mind was the 
picture of my parents losing their home. I would do 
anything to avoid that ever happening.

Once the door was locked Doyal said, "Take off the lab 
coat, Jolie. Then go over and apologize to Oscar and 
John for being a redneck."

I unbuttoned my lab coat and draped it over the back of 
a chair. I crossed the room and stood in front of the 
two janitors. They glanced over at Doyal. I didn't see 
what he did but they both smiled and in an instant they 
each had one of my breasts in their hands. 

I started to speak but my voice broke. I cleared my 
throat and said, "I'm sorry for being a redneck." But I 
couldn't leave it at that. I said, "I didn't mean to be 
hateful, to hurt anyone. I didn't know any better. I'm 
truly sorry. I'm trying to change."

Oscar smiled down at me and asked, "Do you know why me 
and John are here?"

I sighed and shook my head. I answered, "I imagine that 
I do."

He smiled and said, "I have watched you since you 
started working here. You weren't really rude to me. It 
was more like I didn't even exist. You would walk right 
past me in the corridor and not even see me. I always 
wanted to turn around after you passed and kick you 
right in your redneck ass. So if you were hoping that 
me or John was going to feel sorry for you then you are 
just shit out of luck girl."

I shook my head and said, "No, I don't expect any 
sympathy from you. But I am sorry for my behavior. And 
not just because of what Mr. Anderson is making me do. 
I guess I never really thought about...things. I never 
saw any reason to question the way that I was raised. 
I'm sorry."

Oscar grinned and said, "Well, I guess I know how you 
can make it up to me. Come here girl."

He pulled me into his arms and leaned down and started 
kissing me hard. His arms held me tight but I didn't 
fight him. John moved around behind me and I felt his 
hands exploring my ass while he watched Oscar kissing 
me. 

I felt Oscar's tongue forcing my lips open. I was 
disgusted by the idea of French kissing a sixty-odd 
year old black janitor but I tried not to let it show. 
I returned his kiss until he pushed me away. He turned 
me around and gently pushed me into John's arms. 

John took over where Oscar had left off and as we 
kissed I heard Oscar getting undressed behind me.

I thought that I was just about as humiliated as I 
could get. It turns out I was wrong. I heard a sudden 
noise and saw a bright light through my closed eyelids. 
I opened my eyes suddenly to see Doyal taking pictures 
of me and the janitors. 

I started to pull away, to demand that he put the 
camera away. But John held me tight and I realized I 
couldn't win. Once more I surrendered. I knew that I 
was always going to lose. It was just that sometimes I 
started to resist without thinking. I had never 
permitted Paul to take pictures of me in the nude. I 
was always afraid that someone would find them. I 
trusted him not to put them on the internet or show 
them to friends. But I had always been afraid that 
someone would find them someday and I would be 
humiliated. 

Now it was all out of my control and the whole purpose 
was to humiliate and humble me.

John finally broke off the kiss and turned me around to 
face Oscar again. Only this time Oscar was naked. I 
looked down and was relieved to see that at least his 
cock was normal, not like that huge weapon between 
Doyal's legs.

Oscar pulled me closer and as he pushed me to my knees 
I heard the sounds of John undressing behind me. When I 
was kneeling in front of him he inched closer and held 
his cock in his hand. He traced my face with the head 
of his cock as he smiled down at me. He chuckled and 
said, "I do believe that is the prettiest sight I ever 
saw."

Doyal apparently liked it too. He took enough pictures 
of it.

Oscar held his cock up against his belly and ordered me 
to lick his balls. Once I started he let his cock fall 
and come to rest on my face. I had closed my eyes but 
Doyal ordered me to keep them open and he took a dozen 
more pictures from different angles.

A few moments later, John stood beside me. He leaned 
his pelvis forward and started rubbing his cock over my 
face while I sucked on Oscar's balls. There were more 
pictures and then my mouth was passed back and forth 
between the men.

First I licked and sucked on their hairy nuts and then 
their hard cocks. John's was slightly fatter than 
Oscar's. Neither cock was anything like Doyal's, 
thankfully.

After a few minutes they started taking turns fucking 
my mouth. It wasn't so bad at first but they started 
getting more violent and after about ten minutes I was 
struggling with them. They were banging their cocks 
into the back of my throat painfully. I was just about 
to yell at them when suddenly Oscar's cock head forced 
its way into my throat. 

I'm not sure who was more shocked. I started to 
struggle but Doyal yelled at me to behave. At first it 
didn't sink in. Not until I felt a sudden, sharp pain 
on my butt. He had slapped the hell out of me. 

I stopped struggling and Oscar pulled back and then 
forced his cock right back down into my throat. I heard 
him exclaim, "Fuck me!"

Then he was cumming with his cock buried in my throat. 
I was kind of dazed. I was kneeling there with the head 
of an old black man's cock in my throat, throbbing and 
ejaculating sperm. By that point in the festivities my 
mind had gone blank. 

It wasn't until he pulled his cock out of my mouth that 
I realized that at least there had been no foul tasting 
cum in my mouth. But my throat was kind of sore and I 
wasn't anxious to repeat it.

Unfortunately it wasn't up to me. John had watched in 
amazement and he wanted his turn. He wanted to 
experience having his cock in the throat of a young 
white woman. As soon as Oscar moved away he did.

John grasped the sides of my head and held on tight as 
he worked his cock back into my mouth. He began pumping 
it in and out of me, harder and faster and deeper with 
each stroke. His cock was fatter than Oscar's but not 
significantly. On the fourth or fifth attempt the head 
of his cock slipped into my throat and he held it there 
with my face pressed against his hairy belly and I 
heard him exclaim, "Son of a bitch! Jesus that feels 
fantastic! This girl is the best cocksucker I ever 
saw!"

I heard the mirth in Doyal's voice as he said, "Well, 
technically John, she isn't sucking your cock, you are 
fucking her face. But I guess the end result is the 
same. She is still going to end up with cum in her 
belly when you're done."

John started fucking my face then. Slowly at first, but 
then more forcefully, and with each stroke the head of 
his cock and perhaps an inch of the fat shaft entered 
my throat. At first it was painful. But I guess I 
started getting numb after a minute or two. I just held 
onto his hips and let him fuck my face until he tensed 
up and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat.

He pulled it out after a moment and stepped back. I 
gasped for breath now that my mouth and throat were 
clear. I noticed with more than a little relief that 
Oscar had dressed. 

John started to get dressed but Doyal stopped him. He 
said, "Hold on a minute John. There is one more picture 
that I want to get before you leave. He invited John to 
bend over his desk and then he instructed me to kneel 
behind him. 

I obeyed. I didn't know what he had in mind but I was 
getting used to doing what I was told. I went along 
placidly until Doyal said, "Okay Jolie. I want you to 
spread his cheeks apart and eat his ass just like it 
was a pussy."

My head swung around to look at Doyal so fast that I 
hurt my neck. I had never even heard of such a thing! I 
wasn't refusing exactly. I just couldn't believe that I 
really understood what he was demanding of me.

He saw the look on my face and he said, "That's right, 
cunt. Eat that nice man's big black ass." 

I hesitated still, until he said, "Don't make me take 
my belt off, bitch."

I turned to look at the big black ass in front of my 
face and I felt the nausea building as I contemplated 
the task in front of me. I heard Doyal start to 
unbuckle his belt and I started moving finally. I 
reached up and gently spread the cheeks of John's ass, 
exposing his dark, crinkled ass hole. It occurred to me 
that I had never actually seen one before. It was 
particularly unattractive. 

I moved my face closer. John smelled clean but this was 
without a doubt the most disgusting thing that I had 
yet been forced to do.

I became aware of the camera in my face as I slowly 
leaned forward and pressed my lips against his asshole. 
There was not yet any taste and the smell was not 
unpleasant, sweaty, a little musky maybe, but clean. 
Still, I couldn't help gagging at the idea of what I 
was doing.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out and touched it to his 
wrinkled hole and as soon as I touched him he groaned 
in pleasure and his entire body twitched. He gasped and 
said, "Son of a bitch! I never felt anything like that 
before! Shit! I like that!"

I wasn't as excited about it myself.

I licked all around it for a moment and then stiffened 
my tongue and forced it inside of him. He continued to 
groan and gasp in pleasure and I began to fear that he 
was going to get another hard on. I was getting tired.

Doyal took a dozen pictures and finally he said, "Okay. 
Gentlemen, I appreciate your help. Now I am horny as 
hell and I'm going to have to fuck this bitch before 
she has to go back to work."

Oscar asked, "Do you mind if we watch?"

Doyal smiled and said, "Not at all. Do you mind taking 
some pictures for me?"

Oscar took the camera from Doyal and stood back while 
Doyal dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. I was 
forced down roughly over his desk and he used his feet 
to force my legs farther apart. A few seconds later he 
was ramming his fat cock into me and there it was 
again, that full feeling that had driven me crazy last 
night. 

I hated that he could turn me on like this. I had 
always had a very hard time reaching orgasm from 
fucking. Paul could usually make me cum that way. But 
he had a neat little thing he did on his down stroke 
when he fucked me. He would press his pubic bone 
against me and kind of push and twist at the same time, 
applying pressure over my clit as he did. It was a 
delicious feeling and it usually did the trick.

Doyal wasn't even touching my clit though. His cock was 
stretching me to the limit and he was overpowering me, 
taking me. It was both mentally and physically 
stimulating and it was irresistible. I was soon 
grunting and groaning and I knew that I was going to 
cum again. I ignored Oscar and the camera. He was going 
back and forth between my face and the huge cock 
pounding into me. I hardly noticed. 

I suspect that Doyal was very aroused. He enjoyed 
tormenting me. He had just made me do some very nasty 
shit and he had the pictures to prove it. He wouldn't 
take long to cum. But I came twice before he finally 
redoubled his efforts and attacked me brutally with his 
oversized cock.

I felt him behind me, tensing up and then stopping 
suddenly as his cock throbbed inside of me and 
deposited another of his large loads in my pussy. He 
stayed there, with our sex organs locked together, for 
several long moments. Then he said, "Okay Oscar, get 
ready. I want a lot of pictures of this."

He slowly pulled his cock out of me. I felt the rush of 
cool air on my soaking wet pussy and I heard Oscar back 
there getting some close-ups. Then I felt Doyal's hand 
in my hair and he pulled me up off the desk and forced 
me to my knees in front of him. I knew what he wanted 
and I opened my mouth and sucked his slimy cock clean. 
It was still quite hard. Not fully erect but not soft 
either. He began to move it in and out of my mouth and 
said, "Before it gets soft let's see if you can do your 
new trick with my cock, bitch."

I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I was 
sure that it wasn't going to go. But he gripped my head 
after a few ineffective attempts on my part and he 
thrust forward violently. Everyone in the room gasped 
as his cock shot down my throat. It hurt, but it went 
easier than I thought it would. Unlike with the others 
though, I couldn't breathe with his cock in my throat. 
It was so large that it compressed my airway.

He held it there long enough for Oscar to get a few 
pictures and then he pulled it out. I gasped for air 
and waited for my heart to stop beating so fast. Doyal 
helped me to my feet and I saw John standing behind 
Paul. He had one arm around Paul's throat and his arm 
twisted up behind his back. Apparently Paul had 
attempted to interfere.

Doyal got an evil smile on his face. He said, "I guess 
you need to learn a little humility Paul. I suppose 
I've been taking it too easy on you. John, bring him 
over here."

Doyal lifted me to my feet using my hair as a handle 
again. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and 
dropped me roughly on his desk. He pushed me down on my 
back and lifted my legs and spread then. My sopping wet 
and dripping pussy were displayed for all the men in 
the room.

When John had Paul standing in front of the desk Doyal 
said, "Okay John, let him go."

Paul flexed his arm and rubbed it. John had been pretty 
rough on him I guess. Devon took the camera back from 
Oscar and said, "Paul, your bitch can't go to work like 
that. She smells awful. Get down there and clean that 
mess up."

Paul glared at him and didn't move. 

Doyal handed the camera back to Oscar and turned and 
went around his desk. He opened his desk drawer and 
removed a wooden ruler. Before anyone had a chance to 
even figure out what he was going to do he lifted his 
arm and brought the ruler down right across the center 
of my right tit, right across the nipple!

At first I couldn't even scream. I gasped in disbelief 
as the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life 
washed over me. I finally caught my breath and just as 
I was about to scream Doyal shoved his cock back in my 
mouth and held it there. I screamed around his cock but 
hardly any noise escaped.

I was crying hysterically now. I couldn't see anything 
but Doyal's large, hairy balls. But I was praying that 
Paul would not refuse again. 

I can't describe the relief that I felt when I felt 
Paul's shoulders between my thighs. I felt sorry for 
him. I knew what a horrible thing Doyal was demanding 
of him. But I couldn't take another blow from that 
ruler. I just couldn't!

I felt Paul's breath on my thigh and then his warm 
tongue began to lick up the cum that had been leaking 
out of me. I heard Paul gagging frequently at first, 
but gradually he got used to the smell and the taste I 
guess. By the time his tongue had cleaned my thighs and 
was beginning to bathe my vulva he had stopped gagging. 

I heard the three black men in the room chuckling as 
they watched. I felt so sorry for Paul. I knew that 
this was going to prey on his mind for a long time.

His tongue bathed my vulva thoroughly and then began to 
explore my slit. I normally love the feeling of a 
tongue in my pussy. But I felt so bad for Paul that it 
didn't affect me at all. 

Doyal's cock didn't get hard again, thankfully. He 
watched until he was satisfied that I was clean enough 
to go back to work. He pulled his cock out of my mouth 
and said, "Okay boy. That's enough. Let the bitch up so 
she can get dressed."

Paul stepped back and helped me up without looking me 
in the eye. I squeezed his hand and whispered, "I'm 
sorry."

He shook his head but he couldn't look at me.

Oscar and John finally left. Devon said, "Put your lab 
coat on, bitch."

While I was buttoning up the same buttons that had been 
buttoned all morning he said, "From now on you don't 
say no to any man. That's pretty cut and dried. You 
don't have any questions about that do you, cunt?"

I answered quietly, "No sir."

He nodded and said, "I hope so. Come back here when 
it's time to go home and get your dress. Don't make any 
plans for this weekend. You're going to be pretty 
busy."

Just before we left to go back to the lab Doyal stopped 
me and opened another button at the top of my lab coat. 
He looked at it and said, "Button that back up when you 
are outside of your lab. When you are in your lab I 
want that one open too."

I nodded and buttoned the button. I glanced at the 
clock on the way out. We had only been in Doyal's 
office for forty minutes! I would have sworn that the 
afternoon was half over. It had seemed like hours! We 
still had twenty minutes of our lunch hour left!

In the corridor we talked about going to the lunch room 
or even out to our car to relax for a few minutes and 
be safe and alone. But I didn't want to go to the lunch 
room dressed this way and by the time the car cooled 
off enough to be comfortable it would be time to come 
back in. So we went back into the lab and hoped that 
the others would all be out to lunch.

We were in luck. All five of the men we worked with 
were at lunch. We often went to lunch together as a 
group. I suspect that they had a lot to talk about 
today. I unbuttoned my top button and we went into the 
back corner and sat together in a couple of chairs. 

We didn't talk at first but Paul reached out and held 
my hand. I squeezed his hand and said, "I'm so sorry 
Paul."

He grinned wryly and said, "What are you apologizing 
for? I'm the one that got you beaten with a ruler."

I leaned down and kissed his hand. I said, "I don't 
blame you. I wouldn't have blamed you if you had 
refused. I know how hard that was for you. I'm just 
curious. Do you still think you can love me after all 
this. It really seems to be getting out of hand."

Paul reached out and pulled me into his lap. He opened 
the top of my lab coat and looked at the red welt on my 
tit. It wasn't that bad. It still stung but it was 
fading already. He leaned down and kissed it lightly 
and said, "I really am sorry Jolie. You have to put up 
with a lot more shit than I do. It's much worse for 
you. I was just so shocked when he told me to...well 
you know. I'll try to be more careful. And I don't care 
what happens. I'm always going to love you."

I looked into his eyes and I could see that he really 
meant it. I put my arms around his neck and held him 
tight and I was just about to kiss him when he said, 
"Even if you decide to leave me for that horse cock."

He was smiling and I knew he was kidding. I leaned down 
as if I was going to kiss him and I bit his nose, hard!

He yelled, "Hey!" and reached down and grabbed a 
handful of my pubic hair and said, "I'll let go if you 
do."

Suddenly we were both laughing and I let his nose go 
and kissed him as hard as I could. He turned my pubic 
hair loose and put his arms around me and pulled me 
close. I put my lips by his ear and whispered, "Oh 
Paul, I adore you."

He bit my neck and said, "Yeah, and you're okay for a 
cunt."

I should have been furious, I guess. Instead I started 
laughing almost hysterically. I finally caught my 
breath and said, "You son of a bitch. Besides, I 
thought you liked my cunt."

"I love your cunt," he replied. "And I love you."

This little bit of fooling around was just what I 
needed. I felt much better now. I knew that I was going 
to be screwed around with all afternoon and I was going 
to have to let it happen. But I also knew that Paul 
loved me and he still had his weird sense of humor.

Just then the lab door opened and the rest of the crew 
came in. They saw us in the back and headed back to see 
what we were doing. My legs were spread open and my 
pussy was plainly visible. My lab coat was spread open 
at the top and my uninjured tit was on display. There 
were only two buttons that remained buttoned now. I had 
no chance of maintaining any modesty dressed like this. 
There was no sense in trying. The men had all seen my 
pussy this morning. They had all touched it. It was 
still humiliating to be on display this way. But there 
was nothing that I could do about it.

Karl looked down and said, "You look all red and 
swollen Jolie. Did you have another lesson in humility 
over your lunch hour?"

I blushed and answered, "Yes Karl. Does that amuse 
you?"

He grinned and replied, "Not as much as it turns me on. 
You are about the hottest little thing I've ever seen. 
I bet you look fantastic naked, and even better getting 
fucked."

Karl was in his mid fifties and has been happily 
married to his wife for thirty years. He is a decent 
man and I would be willing to bet that he has never 
cheated on his wife. But the situation that was 
developing here at work was probably something that he 
never thought he would encounter. I was being forced to 
parade around half naked and suddenly there was a 
sexual tension in the air that had never existed 
before. I looked around and saw that there was a hunger 
in each of these men. The situation that I had 
described to them this morning, my sexual servitude, 
that was exciting to them. 

I guess I couldn't blame them. I'm not stupid. I have 
had enough interaction with the opposite sex and taken 
enough Psych classes in college that I knew how men's 
minds worked. After all, I've been a female all of my 
life!

They all knew that our new black supervisor had just 
fucked me. They didn't know about the janitors, at 
least not yet. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell 
them. 

Karl reached out and helped me to my feet. He ignored 
Paul and stared into my eyes as he reached out and 
unbuttoned the two remaining buttons on my lab coat. I 
offered no resistance.

He let my coat fall open and spotted the stripe on my 
tit. He cringed and placed his finger on it gently. He 
felt the heat and said, "I have something in my desk 
that will make that feel a little better."

I thanked him. Then I stood there as all five of them 
stared at my exposed body. No one spoke for a long time 
until Travis asked, "You said that Doyal doesn't have a 
problem with us touching you. What if we want to do 
more than touch?"

I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I sighed deeply 
and said, "I can't say no."

Silence. No one spoke. No one moved. They just stared 
at me as if I had just told them they had won the 
lottery.

Then, almost as if they were all using the same brain, 
they all turned to look at Paul. 

They seemed uncomfortable about doing anything in front 
of him. Karl said, "You must really hate this Paul. But 
he's arranging this isn't he? He's setting it up so 
that we will be in this situation. He has her dressing 
in nothing but an almost unbuttoned lab coat and he 
tells her that she can't say no. This is what he wants. 
It's part of your punishment, isn't it?"

Paul nodded.

More silence for a moment and then Karl said, "I'm 
sorry man. I like you. I like both of you. But I'm only 
fucking human. I haven't cheated on my wife in thirty 
years of marriage. But I can't remember the last time 
my wife has agreed to have sex with me. And she would 
be perfectly happy if we never had sex again. She hates 
oral sex and won't do it. She thinks that a man's 
fascination with the female breast is infantile and she 
doesn't like to be touched. The only reason I haven't 
cheated on her is that I don't like sex with 
prostitutes and I'm too damned old to have an affair. 
But I can't let this opportunity pass me by. I hope it 
doesn't tear you up man. I hope we can still work 
together without you hating me. But I have to do this."

I sighed and repositioned Karl in front of the empty 
chair beside my husband. I knelt in front of him and 
pulled his pants and his shorts down while he stared in 
disbelief.

I pushed him down into the chair and pushed his legs 
apart. I leaned down and began kissing and licking his 
balls and his semi hard cock. The others gathered 
around to watch as I took Karl's cock into my mouth and 
started sucking. His cock was about the same size as 
Paul's so I had no trouble taking it into my throat 
once it got hard. 

Karl's moans of pleasure almost drowned out the gasps 
from the other four men watching. I tried to 
concentrate on what I was doing. The idea of my husband 
and four of my co-workers standing around watching me 
suck a cock was so degrading that I hated to think 
about it. 

They wouldn't let me forget them though. While I sucked 
Karl's cock someone pulled my lab coat off of me and as 
soon as I was naked I felt their hands exploring my 
body freely. I hated it at first. But before long my 
body, which lately had developed a mind of its own, 
began to enjoy the attention, especially the 
surprisingly soft hand that was between my legs and 
gently massaging my pussy.

Karl came quickly and as soon as he was able to stand 
he moved out of the way. He was immediately replaced by 
Neal. Travis was next and then Ron. I was somewhat 
amused that they were using me in order of seniority. 
Taylor couldn't wait his turn though. While I was 
sucking Ron's cock, Taylor moved into position behind 
me and I felt his cock entering my pussy from the rear. 
By this point in our little orgy my body had been 
stimulated by their hands for so long that I really 
needed a cock inside of me. 

The best part of it was that while I sucked Ron's cock 
and Taylor fucked me, Karl and Travis continued to 
tease my body with their hands. It was a lot of 
stimulation and I had several strong orgasms before 
Taylor came.

When it was over they all stared at me as if they 
weren't sure that it had really happened. They were all 
about ready to get back to work when I moved over and 
began unbuttoning Paul's pants. He was embarrassed. He 
didn't want me to know that he had a hard on from 
watching our co-workers use me. But I could feel his 
hard cock in his pants and I saw the lust on his face. 

I smiled and said, "It's okay Paul. Don't be 
embarrassed. I would rather that you get turned on than 
be upset. If I have to do this I don't want it to be a 
problem for you."

He still looked embarrassed though. He sounded sad when 
he said, "A guy shouldn't get turned on watching his 
wife being raped."

I smiled and said, "Bullshit. Most guys would get 
turned on watching a dog hump someone's leg. Now sit 
back and relax. I think you are going to like this."

I started sucking his cock and when the head of his 
cock first entered my throat he gasped and his butt 
came right up off of the chair. I heard several 
chuckles from the men watching but I ignored them and 
concentrated on pleasing Paul.

Poor Paul had been watching a lot of men have sex with 
me, eight in the last two hours. He was torn between 
what he thought he should be feeling and the way his 
body was reacting to the constant stimulation. I could 
see that I was going to have to have a long talk with 
him. Because there was no telling how long this was 
going to last or how bad it was going to get. I could 
only deal with this if he could. I was going to need 
his support to get through this.

After Paul came and I swallowed his cum, Taylor helped 
me to my feet and handed me a box of tissue. I wiped my 
thighs and my pussy clean and Karl handed me my lab 
coat. They watched me put it on and button the two 
buttons that were permitted and finally we all went 
back to work. 

The guys seemed embarrassed at first. But it wasn't 
long before they were laughing and joking and extolling 
my virtues. They were also very vocal in their praise 
of Doyal for providing them with this sexual bounty. He 
hadn't come right out and said it. But it was obvious 
that he had intended for this to happen. I thought it 
might affect our production level adversely, but it was 
going to provide a hell of a boost to the morale of at 
least five of his employees.

Once we were all back at work, Karl came over with a 
tube of ointment and gently applied it to the stripe on 
my breast. It did help and the application itself was 
very pleasant.

As he gently rubbed the ointment into my breast he 
said, "I feel a little guilty for taking advantage of 
you, Jolie. But damn! That was fantastic. Thank you."

I smiled at him and said, "I guess there is no sense in 
you guys feeling guilty about it. It must have been 
what Doyal had in mind when he made me dress this way 
when I'm in here with you and ordered me not to say no 
to anyone. He knew that this would happen. I just hope 
that it doesn't get out of hand, that we can continue