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Reluctant Kimberly
by Sandia (sandia@texas.net) 

***

A church going wife gets caught embezzling at work she 
shouldn't have and becomes the reluctant play thing of 
a fellow employee. (M+/F, reluc, slutty-wife, D/s, 
blkmail, preg) 

***

My name is Kimberly. I'm a thirty-two year old mom, 
married eleven years, with two children. I work for a 
financial services corporation where I commute to work 
from our quiet, conservative little town. I'm active in 
my church group as well as our civic organizations. 
I've always tried to uphold the values of my religion, 
and to be a good Christian wife and mother. This is how 
I became corrupted, and betrayed myself, as well as my 
husband. 

It started at my job. There was a man there, named 
Tony, in accounting, who had started several months 
earlier. He was about seven or eight years younger than 
me, but very much more self-assured. He was known 
around the company as an up and comer, "executive 
material," somebody marked for advancement. 

He made no effort to hide his interest in me, from his 
first day in our division. I remember he smiled when he 
took my hand, then his eyes left mine and traveled all 
the way down my body and back up again. I remember that 
I blushed and had to look away. 

After that he came around to my workstation more often 
than he needed. He would massage my neck, or help me 
with my work by guiding my hand on my computer. 
Sometimes he would caress my hand while he was helping 
me, or rest his hand on my leg. He said indecent, 
provocative things to me. I would have to pull my hand 
away when he would start to caress me, and he would 
laugh and try again another day. I made sure he knew I 
was married, but my ring didn't seem to mean a thing to 
him. 

He was a handsome Italian man, and very muscular from 
working out. I admit I was little flattered. I even 
found myself fantasizing about him at night. Some of 
the girls were jealous. But I never seriously thought 
about doing anything with him, because of my marriage 
vows. They were important to me, even if sometimes 
things were a little rocky with my husband. Even back 
when I thought he was having an affair, I hadn't 
questioned them. I also never thought of reporting him, 
though perhaps I should have. 

Things went on that way, for maybe a year or more, 
before Tony learned my secret. I had been exaggerating 
my expenses on my compensation vouchers. At first it 
was just on parking. But things were tight at home, and 
pretty soon I was cheating on the vouchers on a regular 
basis. It wasn't a lot of money for the company, but it 
made a difference to me. I spent the money on little 
things for myself, things that weren't in our budget. 
It was an extra fifteen or twenty dollars a week. 

The company never checked our receipts, so I wasn't 
expecting to get caught when Tony approached me in my 
cubicle. He had a sheaf of papers in his hand. Leaning 
over me, he said, "You might want to take a look at 
these." 

They were copies of vouchers I had submitted. We have 
to turn in one form when we ask for the money and 
another at the end of the quarter. My forms didn't 
match. 

"You know Kimberly, this is why they make people turn 
in two sets of vouchers." 

I remember I had been really scared. "Oh God, Tony, it 
must be a mistake!" 
He laughed at me. 

"You know," he said. "They're going to make you produce 
receipts now." 

I swallowed. My hand was actually trembling. My 
receipts would show I lied. 

I pleaded with him. "Please let me change them," I 
begged him. "I can't lose my job right now, Tony." 

He smirked playfully at me. "What's in it for me?" he 
asked. Dropping the papers, he put his hand on my knee 
and slid one finger up under my dress. 

I looked down at my lap and then back up at him. 
"You'll let me change these, Tony?" I asked. 

He smiled at me and began to slide his hand up my 
thigh, drawing my skirt up with it. "Maybe, Kim," he 
said. "It depends on how good you are." 

He continued to look at me, and when he saw I was going 
to let him, he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. 
His hand continued to move my dress aside, and soon I 
felt him through my panties. I moved my legs for him 
and he began to rub me there. I opened my legs for him. 
I took his tongue in my mouth. I had to promise to meet 
him later or he might have taken me in my cubicle. 

I can't say I did what I did next just for my job. At 
the time I thought it was the only reason, but the 
truth is, I gave in very easily. The truth is I liked 
the way his hand felt on my thigh, the way his tongue 
felt in my mouth. The truth is, I never even tried to 
stop him. 

I met him in a conference room at noon. I made sure 
nobody saw me go in there, and shut the door carefully 
behind me. I was ashamed when I saw him. He grinned at 
me with a look of naked lust. I was humiliated at how 
he looked at me when he saw me come in the room like 
that. I felt like a slut, sneaking into a room to be 
with a man who was not my husband. I almost backed out, 
but he took me in his arms and kissed me, roughly, 
pushing me against the door. 

I felt his dick, already hard, pressing against my 
belly. 

His hands caressed me through my dress, pressing 
against the backs of my thighs and my ass. He stepped 
back and roughly pulled my dress off over my head and 
tossed it on the floor. He admired me openly. 
"Kimberly," he said, "you have no idea how long I've 
wanted to fuck you." 

A guilty thrill ran through me when I heard him say 
that. He told me he wanted to see the rest of me and I 
stripped off my panties and bra for him. I was ashamed 
of myself for what I was doing, exposing myself to a 
man like that. But I was no longer wavering. My nipples 
were standing up on my chest and my clit was swollen. I 
felt a slickness between my legs. I submitted myself to 
him unthinkingly. 

He kissed me again, holding my naked body close and 
shoving his tongue in my mouth. He backed me onto the 
table and pulled my legs apart. He openly admired me 
while I sat there, legs apart, grasping the edge of the 
table with my hands. 

"This is going to be fucking great," he said, staring 
at my pussy. He licked his finger, looked right at me, 
and then he pushed his finger inside me. I remember I 
threw my head back when he did it. He used one, two, 
and finally all four fingers to finger-fuck me on the 
table. 

I felt myself begin to move against him. I groaned very 
quietly. 

He pulled his fingers out of me and he pushed me back 
on the table. He pulled my hips up, and then bent his 
face down toward me. When his tongue touched my 
clitoris I felt a rush of pleasure. I squealed for him. 
I covered my face with my hands as I felt him suck me 
into his mouth. This was something a man had never done 
to me, though it was something I often thought about. 
It felt even better than I'd imagined. The pleasure was 
indescribable. 

When I came I stuffed my fist into my mouth to stifle 
my cries, and then I moaned and slobbered around my 
fingers. He stood up, his face slick with my cum. He 
studied me for a moment. I remember I was lying there, 
my chest heaving from my orgasm, my legs still wide 
open for him. I wondered what he'd do to me next. "You 
are going to be one great fuck," he said. 

Lying naked on the table, my legs spread for him, my 
cunt-juices dripping onto the conference room table, I 
didn't care how he talked to me. It made me even 
wetter. I wondered if his dick was bigger than my 
husband's, and then I found myself hoping that it was. 

His dick, when he pulled it out, was indeed a big, fat 
dick, bigger than my husband's. I raised my head so I 
could see it. He motioned to me and I crawled toward 
him on the table. He held it up to my lips, and I 
licked it. He put his fingers in my mouth and I licked 
and sucked his fingers for him too. He rubbed his cock 
across my lips and cheeks. 

A little bit of his cum leaked out of his dick and 
stuck to my face. It made me feel sexy, knowing it was 
there. Then he turned me around so my pussy was facing 
him again. He pulled my legs apart and laid his cock 
across my pussy. My heart leaped in my chest when I 
felt it there. He positioned it against my opening. 

In that instant I felt a sense of panic, despite 
everything he'd already done to me. I suddenly couldn't 
believe it was me, lying there, waiting for a man to 
shove his cock into me. I had been loyal to my husband 
all those years, and I realized if I could leave, I 
would not have really cheated. I wondered if he could 
make me pregnant. (I had been trying with my own 
husband for years, but I realized this was different.) 

I hadn't seen a condom, and I suddenly couldn't 
remember exactly where I was in my cycle. I began to 
try to wiggle away from him, to try to say something, 
but he grabbed my hips. He pulled my whole body onto 
him, plunging himself inside of me. For an instant it 
hurt, he was so much bigger than I was used to. I 
wanted to talk to him, to tell him he had to stop, at 
least get a condom. I think I even managed "No!" but if 
did, he ignored me. 

He pinned me against the table, and savagely pounded 
me. The small of my back was crushed. The sensation was 
overpowering. I was helplessly trapped under him, 
unable to move or cry out. He fucked me hard, and he 
fucked me violently, pounding himself deeper and deeper 
into me, and jerking my body onto him with each thrust, 
completely filling a place in my cunt that had never 
before even been touched, until I began to feel myself 
beginning to respond to him. My pussy clenched itself 
around him, waves of pleasure radiated from around his 
cock. I was panting, now, and moaning. 

"Tell... me..." I heard him say, "how... much... you... 
like... getting... fucked..." I gasped and shook my 
head. "Tell... me... how... much... you... LIKE... 
getting... FUCKED...!" he said. 

And then I found that I did want to tell him. I put my 
hand on my mouth, and then I found myself speaking 
through my fingers. 

"I do... I do..." I moaned. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh 
please... don't stop..." 

"TELL ME!" he demanded. He continued to pound me. 

"OH GOD..." I moaned. "Oh please... please, please, oh 
please FUCK ME! Oh please 
fuck me, FUCK... ME...!" 

I felt him pushing himself even deeper into me. His 
cock was starting to throb. "Oh God," I cried, "Oh God, 
please cum in me... CUM in my pussy!" He leaned forward 
and squeezed my tits in his hands. I put my hands on 
his hands, to goad him to squeeze me harder. 

He groaned. I wrapped my legs around him, humping him 
with my pussy. I came for him like that, anticipating 
his seed in my pussy, moaning around my fingers. When 
he came in me, it felt so good I thought I would die. 

I worked the rest of the day with his cum dripping into 
my panties. 

I wasn't ashamed until afterwards, when I opened the 
door to my home and saw my husband. I hadn't cleaned 
myself yet, and for a moment I was positive he would 
know what I'd done. I remember I almost ran to the 
bathroom in shame. He didn't know, of course, and I 
didn't stop seeing Tony. I had enjoyed what he had done 
to me, despite my feelings of remorse. 

I let him do me again the very next day. When we did it 
there, at work, the possibility of getting caught made 
me that much hotter and wetter when we fucked. He took 
me in the conference room again. The door locks, and 
it's nearly soundproof. We both knew the managers had 
keys, however, so we knew what we were doing was still 
very dangerous. I remember telling myself I had no 
choice, that I had to go along with him to keep my job. 

He kissed me again, on the mouth, and squeezed my 
breasts and pinched me. He was even rougher with me 
this time, running his hands under my skirt and yanking 
my panties off. He turned me around and pushed me down 
and flipped my skirt up over me. He spread my legs for 
me. He took me face down this time, and I was 
completely helpless again. 

I knew we could be caught like this. When he penetrated 
me, I felt a little shock of guilt again, as I realized 
I was letting a man who was not my husband put his dick 
into me again, but I was sopping wet down there, and it 
began too feel good to feel guilty about. After doing 
me like that for a while, he turned me around so we 
could fuck face-to- face. I remember how good it felt 
when he came in me. I wrapped my legs around him and 
pulled him in as deep as I could. 

He fucked me every day that week. He took me in the 
bathroom, where he had me blow him on my knees. He made 
me clean his cock with his tongue and then he fingered 
me to orgasm. He used my panties to clean the cum off 
my face. Another time he used them to wipe a mess we 
left on a table. I put them in my purse and walked 
around with his cum oozing down my thighs all day. I 
even liked the slutty feeling this gave me, at least 
until I got home and saw my husband. 

That weekend I went to church and the guilt was 
unbearable. I knew I had to repent. I promised myself I 
would put a stop to it. I told myself nothing was worth 
what I was letting Tony do to me; it was dangerous, 
deceitful, and degrading, as well as immoral. 

On Monday I let him fuck me again. I felt powerless to 
stop it. I let him drive me to a hotel, where he tied 
me down and fucked me like that. I came while he 
threatened to put it in my ass. Another day he took me 
to his apartment, where he made out with me in front of 
his girlfriend. He made me kiss her, and then he made 
her leave so he could fuck me on their bed. 

I knew I was out of control. I lived in terror of 
getting found out. I was wracked with guilt. I wanted 
to cry every time I said "no" to my husband, because I 
was still too sore from one of Tony's poundings, or I 
had marks on my breasts or thighs from what he'd done 
to me. I felt even worse the one time I did let him cum 
in me, mixing his sperm with Tony's. All I could think 
about was how much better Tony's cock had felt inside 
me. 

I was relieved then, when Tony was temporarily assigned 
to another branch. There were rumors the assignment 
might become permanent, and I prayed that it would. 
What we were doing was terrible, and sometimes when I 
was with my husband I could hardly breathe. I told 
myself that if Tony did come back, I would never let 
him have me again, regardless of the consequences. 

Then things got much worse for me. 

One of the managers of our division called me into his 
office. I had never been in his office before, and I 
wondered if I was in trouble. It didn't occur to me at 
the time it might be about Tony. He had been gone for 
weeks. He shut the door, and told me to sit down. He 
had a little stack of what looked like micro-cassettes 
on his desk. He turned on a TV in the corner and what I 
saw there made me want to throw up. It was me, naked 
from the waist down, with my mouth stuffed full of 
Tony's cock. 

We were in the conference room, he was leaning against 
the table, and he looked straight at the camera before 
stripping off my blouse and bra. He turned me around, 
so we were both facing the camera, and eased himself 
into me. Soon he had me bouncing up and down on him, my 
breasts bobbing obscenely. 

From the angle of the camera you could clearly see him 
sliding into me. My face was contorted with pleasure. I 
could remember that he had made me cum like that, 
talking dirty to me. Later on, I knew, he would use my 
panties to wipe the table. 

"This is against company policy," the manager said. I 
could have died of shame right there. "It's grounds for 
termination. Automatic." I couldn't bear to look at 
him. Getting fired at that moment was the least of my 
concerns. I wondered if he had taped everything I'd 
done for him. 

"You know," he said, "the safest thing for me would be 
to send these to corporate headquarters. Nobody would 
question that." 

I glanced at him. He was staring right at my chest. 

"You would be fired, of course, once the board saw what 
was on them." 

I looked back down again, too scared to talk. I 
couldn't imagine the shame of what he was talking 
about. I remembered once I'd been scared of being fired 
for stealing money. 

"They would send the originals to the lawyers, in case 
you tried to litigate. 
There'd be copies, of course. Those could get passed 
around for years." 

My chest heaved. 

"I wouldn't be surprised if some of those made it back 
to you, or your husband, at some point." 

I moaned out loud when he said that. 

"Kim," he said, "you're married, what ten, eleven 
years?" 

I nodded. I could feel myself starting to cry. This 
seemed like a nightmare. 

"You go to church on Sunday?" 

I nodded again. 

"You're Presbyterian, aren't you?" 

Tears started running down my cheeks. 

"They don't approve of this sort of thing, do they?" 

I shook my head hopelessly. "I'm... I'm so ashamed," I 
cried. "Please," I said, "don't let anyone see them." 

"What would your minister think about this?" he asked. 

I let out a little sob. 

"Or your husband? Or your kids?" 

I broke down crying. I was horribly ashamed, and I was 
beginning to become afraid of HIM. "I--I need my job," 
I cried. 

"Kimberly," he said, "This isn't about your job. This 
is about your being a whore. Stand up." 

I glanced at him. I didn't see any hint of compassion 
in his face. I climbed trembling to my feet. 

"Tony won't be coming back from Detroit," he said, " 
and these tapes belong to me now." 

I looked at him, a small glimmer of hope forming inside 
me. 

"Kimberly, listen to me. I like these tapes. I intend 
to keep them for myself. But you have to do something 
for me." 

"Anything, Mr. Lambert," I breathed. "I'll do 
anything." I stared at him with wide eyes and tears on 
my cheeks. 

"Do you really mean that?" he asked. 

I nodded anxiously. I would do anything, though I had 
no idea yet what that would mean. 

"Good," he said. He watched me for a few moments. 
Tremblingly, I raised my hand to my chest. I unbuttoned 
the top button. He smiled at me. I undid the second, 
and he smiled more broadly. I kept going until I was 
completely unbuttoned. I looked down and saw my breasts 
swelling out from under the bra I was wearing. I could 
feel my nipples pushing against the fabric. 

"Keep going, Kimberly," he said, "I want to see your 
tits." 

Soon I was standing in front of him in just my panties. 
I glanced nervously at the windows behind his desk, and 
worried about the door to his office behind me. 
Embarrassingly, my nipples were swollen and there was a 
damp spot on the front of my panties. 

"Mr. Jones," I said, "Please let me go now." 

He smiled at me. "Kimberly," he said, "I don't think 
you understand the situation. When you said you'd do 
anything for me, I think you meant it. And I intend to 
exploit that to its full advantage." He stopped 
smiling. "In fact, you have to give everything to me: 
If you do every thing I say from now on, I'll make sure 
nobody ever sees these. If you disobey me in anything, 
ANYTHING, I'll not only send these to headquarters, 
I'll make sure everybody you know, every single person, 
gets a copy. Do you understand?" 

I collapsed back into my seat, my eyes filling with 
tears again. This was even worse than I could have 
imagined. "You can call me Master," he laughed. It 
wasn't until later I learned he really meant that. 

"Do you understand?" 

I nodded miserably. 

"Do you agree?" 

I was still crying, but I managed. "I'll--I'll do 
anything. But p--please, don't let any--anyone see 
them," I begged him. 

He must have watched me crying for a while. After some 
time I heard him putting the tapes away. He told me to 
stand up, which I did. I saw he had a camcorder on his 
desk. "Strip for me Kimberly." I glanced at the 
recorder. "YES, I'm going to be taping you, Kimberly, 
and NO, there's not a damn thing you can do about it. 
Now... take... off... your... clothes!" 

I wanted to cry again, but I was terrified, and I 
slipped my panties off my hips and onto the floor for 
him. It was by far the most humiliating thing I'd done 
yet. He was the next thing to a stranger to me. He was 
utterly unattractive to me. He was much older, balding, 
and paunchy. He continued taping me for a while, 
panning up and down my body, including my face. 

I was ashamed to be standing naked before him, ashamed 
of all things I knew he had seen me do on tape, ashamed 
of the things I was afraid he was going to make me do 
next, but also ashamed of what my body was doing to me. 
I could feel myself swelling and slickening between my 
legs, and my nipples were even harder than before. 

He put the camera down and carefully set it on the edge 
of the desk, pointed at me. 

"Kim," he said, "from now on you will be my own 
personal slut. You will do everything I tell you. I 
will use you any way that pleases me. You will not 
question anything I do to you. Do you understand?" 

I nodded, hanging my head. 

"Say it back to me." 

"I will do anything you... tell me to. I will be... I 
will be your...
personal... slut. You will use me... anyway... that 
pleases you. You can do whatever you want to me." 

"Master," he said. 

"M--master..." I said. 

"Very good, Kim." He looked down between my legs. 
"Don't drip on my carpet, bitch." He laughed at me. 

He proceeded to ask me personal questions, about my sex 
life, my boyfriends, and my husband. He asked me about 
what I'd done for all of them, and I told him. I 
admitted I had enjoyed giving head to Tony, though I'd 
never done it for my husband. I told him I had never 
had a man in my ass, though Tony had threatened to do 
me there. I told him about all the things I'd done for 
Tony, including the time with his girlfriend. When he 
was through, I felt like even more of a slut than ever. 
I remember hoping no one on the street below could see 
me standing there. 

He ordered me to stand next to his desk. He took an ink 
marker and wrote "SLUT" above my pussy and "CUNT" on 
each of my thighs. He told me I was no longer allowed 
to fuck my husband without permission. 

Carefully aiming his recorder at me, he had me finger 
myself to orgasm. I was surprised at how easy it was, 
and how hard I came. When I was done, he put me on my 
knees and unbuttoned himself. He rubbed his dick on my 
face and on my tits. When cum started to leak, he 
rubbed the cum on my lips. 

"Lick your lips, bitch," he ordered me. I did it. He 
tasted foul. "Open your mouth," he ordered. He was much 
smaller than Tony was, smaller even than my husband. He 
put his dick in my mouth and ordered me to suck on it. 
He slapped my face and ordered me to keep my teeth off 
him. He took my head in his hands by my hair and 
started fucking my mouth. Even Tony had never done me 
like this. (Not that he could have fit.) 

He slapped my face again when I started to gag. When he 
came, he pulled out, and got his cum all over my face 
and hair and tits, as well as in my mouth. He spurted 
his cum on my cheek, and on my eye, and in my hair. He 
took my hand and rubbed the cum into my skin. It was 
sticky and disgusting and made me smell terrible. 

"Keep rubbing," he said. "You're going to leave my 
office like that, and you're going to work the rest of 
the day with my cum on your face. If you don't want 
everyone to know, you'll rub as much of it in as you 
can." 

I worked the rest of the day with Greg's cum on my 
face. When I got home I ran to the bathroom and 
scrubbed my skin raw. I forgot what he'd written on me 
and Bill came within seconds of seeing it there. When 
he reached for me in bed, I told him my period had come 
early that month. 

After that, Greg set the rules for me. I was not 
allowed to fuck my husband without permission. I was to 
wear skirts but never panties to work. I was to ask 
permission to go to the bathroom. I was to wear the 
outfits he picked out for me. Occasionally he inked 
epithets on my body; "SEX SLAVE" and "CUMSLUT" are 
examples. 

I was not allowed to scrub them off unless he told me. 
I was never allowed to say "no" to him. I called him 
"Sir" in public; in private I called him "Master." I 
was to refer to myself as "your slut," or "your slave." 
You cannot imagine the humiliation of calling your boss 
at work and whispering, "Master, your slut needs to go 
to the bathroom." After a while I got so used to 
calling him master, and even thinking it, I had to be 
careful not to call him that it in public too. 

He was careful to keep what I did for him mostly 
private, but occasionally he did embarrass me in public 
too. Once he made me leave my blouse unbuttoned to my 
waist. He made me wear a lacy bra that barely covered 
me, and every man on the floor came to stare at my 
chest. I heard several of the women talking about me 
later. 

He made me learn a signal to make me to expose myself 
to him. I had to learn to spread my legs, or flash my 
tits on command. Another time he made me proposition a 
man at another bank. I was made to ask him to put his 
finger in me during a meeting. Thankfully, he didn't 
try to do it. But after that I knew rumors were 
spreading about me. People looked at me at the office. 

Over time he became more and more demanding. He would 
take me to hotel rooms, where he would tie me up and 
spank me, and pinch my nipples, and spank my clitoris. 
He liked to see me cry. He would do it until I begged 
him to fuck me, or to cum on my face. He forbade me 
using birth control. 

He ordered me to tell him when my cycles were so he 
could fuck me when I was fertile. (I did lie to him 
about that.) I was terrified of coming up pregnant, and 
he enjoyed that. He said he wanted to see me pregnant 
with his son. 

Although my life at work had turned into a perfect 
hell, I tried to carry out the rest of my life as 
normally as possible. I still went to church and to 
other functions. I took care of my kids. I tried to 
take care of my husband, as best I could. I couldn't 
help thinking about it, though, and sometimes I would 
have what felt like panic attacks, where I would 
tremble and flush, terrified that everybody around me 
already knew. 

After a while, my husband did become suspicious. He 
began asking questions about where I was and what I had 
been doing, and wondering why I no longer wanted him in 
bed. My explanations sounded suspicious even to me. I 
started crying the next day at work. Greg called me 
into his office. He told me he would still not let my 
husband fuck my pussy, but he had another solution. 

"Tonight," he said, "you will beg your husband for a 
spanking, and when he's through, you will let him fuck 
you in the ass." I was mortified. Bill was even more 
religious than I, and I knew he would not go through 
with either one. 

"Trust me," he said, "wear your bra and panties, the 
set I had you buy. Get on your knees before him. Beg 
him for it. He will spank you. While he's doing it, beg 
him to spank you harder. Make sure he does it hard 
enough. I want to see bruises on your ass tomorrow. 
When he through, tell him there's something you've 
always wanted him to do to you. Something you're 
ashamed to ask. Tell him that you've always wanted to 
feel his hard throbbing cock in your ass. He'll fuck 
you there, slut, trust me." 

That night, I undressed and put on the bra and panties 
Greg had made me buy. The panties were made of silk, 
and hung loosely off my butt cheeks. The bra was lacey 
and revealing. It was the kind that pushed a woman's 
tits up and out for her. I met him in the bedroom, 
where he had just started to undress. "Honey," I said, 
sliding to my knees, "I have to ask you something." 

He was surprised to see me dressed like that. 

"I--I" I said, "I need you to spank me." I was too 
embarrassed to look at him and hung my head in shame. I 
did have to literally beg him to get him to do it, but 
it was easier than I expected. It didn't hurt at all at 
first, because he wasn't spanking hard, but I begged 
him to spank me harder. The more I begged, the harder 
he spanked me. 

Before he finished, it hurt a lot! But the pain felt 
good to me. I felt like I deserved it. The experience 
was so intense I almost forgot the ass fucking. He held 
me after. I felt his dick hard against my thigh. I 
started caressing it with my hand, and he began moving 
it against me. I almost made him cum before I 
remembered. 

"Honey," I said, "there's something I've always wanted 
you to do to me..." I was surprised at how quickly he 
took me up on it. It hurt me much more than the 
spanking had, and while it wasn't physically 
pleasurable, I enjoyed this pain too. It felt good to 
make my husband cum inside me, in a place no other man 
had yet been, and after everything I'd done to him, it 
felt right that his pleasure caused me pain. I know my 
husband was trying to be gentle with me, at least at 
first, but in the end I was crying while he fucked me. 
He didn't try to make me cum after, probably thought I 
would not be able to, but I quietly rubbed myself to 
orgasm beside him. 

I showed the bruises to my Master the next day, and he 
was pleased with me. He told me he would like to ass-
fuck me himself, now that my husband had "broken me 
in." He had me lick him to get him wet, and then he 
violated me there as well. I didn't enjoy it at all, 
though he did let me finger myself while he did me. 

He told me that while my ass still belonged to him as 
much as my cunt, I was to let my husband ass-fuck me 
whenever he wanted, since I didn't enjoy it. That was 
infrequent at first, but became more frequent over 
time, after my husband realized he could have me there 
whenever he wanted. I'm sure he thought I'd become some 
sort of pervert. (Which in a sense I had.) 

I was happy that I was able to please him again, though 
I never got over the sense of violation. I found myself 
wondering, sometimes, if he was losing respect for me. 

This went on for about eleven months. Once or twice a 
week my Master would take me into his office, where he 
would make me get myself off for him, or fuck me, or 
make me watch his tapes. Every month or so he would 
take me to a hotel. I began to sense we was losing 
interest in his game, and I hoped he might lose 
interest altogether. 

Then it happened. I was coming out of the shower, and 
my husband was standing right there. I don't know how I 
was so careless. He saw a mark Greg had left on me. 
When he asked me about it I tried to stammer out an 
answer, but then I broke down crying. Before I knew it 
I was telling him everything. I remember I was lying 
naked on the floor, bawling and sobbing. He was holding 
me. I expected him to hit me, to beat me, to throw me 
out of the house or abandon me. Instead he told me he 
loved me. He said he would never leave me. He told me 
he would stay with me no matter what. 

I felt his cock swollen through his clothes and I 
unbuttoned him. I took him out and lovingly kissed and 
stroked him. I made love to his cock with my mouth. I 
sucked him into my mouth and he held my head in his 
hands while I let him cum there. I remember he moaned 
out loud while he flooded my mouth with his cum. I 
looked up at his face. I could feel his cum dribbling 
down my face while he looked at me and I could still 
see lust in his eyes. 

I told him more about what I had done and I watched as 
his cock started to swell again. I should have been 
disgusted, but I was not. I wanted to feel him inside 
me. I wanted him to see the tapes and to fuck me while 
he watched them. I wanted him to see me get fucked by 
other men. I bent myself over the bed rail for him, and 
I asked him to spank me, if he wanted. 

I remember telling him what a slut and a whore I was 
while he was doing it. I cried, but I was not unhappy. 
Afterwards he entered me hard and rough. While he was 
fucking me I told him I was not on any kind of birth 
control, and he came inside me. Afterwards he held me 
and told me he would raise my child as his own, 
regardless. I masturbated myself to orgasm in his arms. 

I thought my husband knowing would give my master less 
control over me. But I found now that I had my 
husband's knowledge, I no longer minded being master's 
slave so much. I sometimes even looked forward to our 
sessions, and I always told my husband about them 
afterwards. He would take me in the same way, then, 
filling my pussy or my ass with his cum after master 
had had me there. I was getting fucked by two men on a 
regular basis now, and I found I was getting used to 
it. In fact, if anything, I found myself wanting more. 

So when master told me he was going to a party, and he 
wanted me to cum, I wasn't surprised when I felt a 
little tingle between my legs. I asked him if my 
husband could cum and he eagerly agreed. He gave me a 
dirty little smile, but I was not ashamed. Or rather, I 
was ashamed, for both of us, but more excited than 
embarrassed. 

Master and I drove to the place together. It was a kind 
of reunion for some of his war buddies. It was held in 
a hotel, where my master had gotten a room. There were 
about fifty people there, including relatives of some 
of the veterans. Master had me wear a French maid's 
uniform, indecently short, and showing lots of 
cleavage, including the lacy white bra he'd had me put 
on underneath. 

I tried to pretend I worked for the hotel, serving 
drinks and food, but no one else was dressed that way, 
so it was a little silly. I gathered a lot of looks, 
but fortunately nobody asked me why exactly I was 
there. My husband showed up a little later. I pretended 
I didn't know him, and he melted into the background. 
Around eleven, my master gathered up a few of his 
friends and took them up to his suite. 

They were not all older men, I noticed. Some were 
younger men, about my age, and one of the men had a 
woman with him. She was very attractive, with sleek 
black hair, and large round breasts. I saw my husband 
slip into the elevator soon after. I went to the bar, 
and ordered two martinis, which I drank down as fast as 
I could. Then I ordered another. This was after 
drinking all night. 

When it was my time to go up, I was still very nervous, 
though my head was swimming from the booze. My master 
would have told them, I knew, that I had agreed to be 
the "entertainment." He had put me under strict 
instructions to go along with them, and to do whatever 
anybody told me. I knew, at least, that I would soon be 
naked in front of a group of strangers, but I didn't 
know what else might happen. 

I slipped into the room without knocking. It was very 
dark, and the conversation ended when I entered. I 
stood for a minute, trying to see who was there. Then 
my master told me to come forward, to stand in the 
light, where a place had been cleared for me. They had 
put a blanket on the floor for me. I did it, and he 
turned on some music for me. It was strong sensuous 
music with a good beat, and I found I did feel like 
dancing. I wanted to be sexy for them, for my husband, 
for everyone. I looked around for him. I knew he was 
there. 

I started swaying to the music, and moving my hips. I 
heard a low whistle, and I felt a rush of excitement 
run through me. Somebody clapped, and I started moving 
my hips more provocatively for them. I unbuttoned the 
top button of my uniform, and then the second one. I 
couldn't see what they were doing, but I felt that they 
appreciated me, that they wanted to see me, that they 
wanted me. I ran my hands up between my thighs. 

I lifted my skirt for them and ran my hands over the 
front of my panties. I started bucking my hips harder 
and touched myself with both hands between my legs. I 
heard murmurs of appreciation, and I unbuttoned the 
third button on my top. I slipped the top off my 
shoulders, showing them the lacy white bra my master 
had picked for me. "Take if off!" I heard a man say. 

I cupped my breasts in my hands and looked down at 
them. I massaged my breasts for them and ran my fingers 
over my nipples and squeezed them. I put one hand back 
between my legs while I squeezed and pinched myself 
with the other. "Let's see your tits!" I heard a man 
say. 

I slipped the straps off my shoulder. I held my bra in 
my hands for a moment, then I let it slip down over my 
waist. I stood there for a minute letting them see me, 
while I continued to move my hips for them. Several men 
began to clap for me. I slipped my hands down my sides 
and slid them under the dress, which was now hanging 
from my waist. 

I started to slowly slither out of it. I was really, 
really turned on by now. I was breathing heavy and 
moving my hips almost involuntarily. My chest was 
heaving. My mouth was open and I was looking up and 
imagining what might happen next. Soon my dress and my 
bra were lying at my feet. I was dancing naked in front 
of everyone in only my panties. They were a red thong 
kind of a thing, and only a little lace in the front. 

I knew they could see almost everything. Still, I found 
the panties were the hardest part. I touched myself 
through them for them, and I felt my wetness there. 
They clapped and cheered for me, and I slipped my hands 
under them and touched myself. I remember I moaned for 
them when I did that. Still I did not take them off. I 
continued to dance, while they chanted to see my pussy. 

I felt hands on my hips then, and suddenly they were 
pulled out from under me. I reflexively clutched my 
hands to my breasts (silly, wasn't I?) and I heard 
everyone cheering and clapping, even the woman was 
cheering for me. I took my hands down and danced for 
them again. I caressed myself. The slickness from 
between my legs was spreading down my thighs. 

I knew they could see my nipples standing straight out 
on my chest. I put my hands back between my legs for 
them. I stroked myself there. I knew they wanted to see 
more. I slipped my finger inside myself. I moaned for 
them when I did it. After a while I slipped the finger 
back out. I rubbed it on my face, on my lips. I slipped 
it into my mouth. I heard my master say to lie down. 

I did it for him. I spread my legs for everyone, and 
continued to play with myself. I felt a hand on my 
thigh. I wanted it then. I did want it. I let out a 
moan for him, to encourage him. He began to caress me 
there, and then I felt his hand on my pussy. I moved my 
own hands away and lifted my thighs for him. I wanted 
him inside me then, whoever he was. 

I wanted my husband to see me be entered by another 
man. He slipped his fingers into my cunt, and I heard 
more cheering. I moaned for all of them, to goad them 
on. I could hear a squishing noise as he slipped his 
fingers in and out of me. I groaned for them. I closed 
my eyes. I ground my hips against the stranger's 
fingers. I let him finger me like that for a while, 
feeling an enormous amount of pleasure build up inside 
me while I thought of everyone watching my naked body 
on the floor. 

Another man knelt beside me. I looked up at him, mouth 
open, panting. His eyes were blue, and he had thick 
blond hair. He smiled at me and gathered up one of my 
tits in his hands and squeezed, forcing my nipple to 
stand out even more rigidly. He leaned over and licked 
my nipple with his tongue. I groaned again. I couldn't 
believe how good I felt. He took my nipple in his mouth 
and sucked on me. 

I came for the first time like that, humping one man's 
hand, while another man suckled my tit. I imagined my 
husband somewhere, watching me as I came. I felt the 
hand cum out of my pussy. He held his hand near my 
lips, and I could smell myself on him. I willingly took 
his fingers in my mouth. I licked and sucked them for 
everyone. 

The blond man took his cock out of his pants and laid 
it up across my face. I opened my mouth for him and 
slipped my tongue out between my lips so he could rub 
it across its wetness. He groaned as he did this, and I 
looked and caught sight of my husband standing in the 
background. He had a look of lust on his face. I 
couldn't see it, but I imagined him rubbing himself 
through his pants while he watched this stranger rub 
his cock across my lips. 

Several of the men were beginning to unbuckle. I saw 
the woman too. She was fully clothed, but leaning 
against the man she was with (her husband?) who held 
her from behind. I could see both her hands clasped 
against the place between her legs. She was watching me 
intently. I looked back at the cock that was rubbing 
across my lips and tongue. 

I took him in my mouth then. I tasted the cum that was 
already beginning to leak out of him. I took him in my 
hands and gently stroked it. I moaned again around the 
man's cock, and he put his hand on my cheek and began 
to caress my face and neck. I sucked powerfully on him, 
trying to draw his cum into my mouth. He took my tit in 
his hand and squeezed it. I flipped my tongue under his 
cock, hoping to make him cum. I felt another man slide 
a finger into my pussy. 

I felt the cock in my mouth jerk and a warm jet of 
sticky fluid landed on my tongue. I took him out of my 
mouth and aimed his cock at my lips and tongue, so 
everyone could see him cum on me. I rubbed his cock on 
all over my face as he continued to cum, leaving trails 
of viscous fluid all over me. I heard a man -- I hoped 
it was my husband -- groan as I did this. I licked my 
lips and took a long strand of sticky cum in my mouth 
while they watched me. I could see the looks of lust on 
every face now. Every man there, I could tell, was 
waiting for his turn with me. 

I sucked at least a half a dozen men on that blanket. 
Their cum landed on my face, in my hair, and on my 
breasts, as well as down my throat and on my tongue. 
One man masturbated on my pussy. Another had me hold my 
tits together for him and fucked me in between them. I 
held my head up so I could look watch his cock fucking 
my tits. I opened my mouth for him when he started to 
cum so a little glob of it got on my tongue. The rest 
sprayed on my lips, my chin, my neck, and my chest. He 
wiped his dick on my nipple when he was done. They 
stuck their fingers in my pussy. Every time one of them 
would cum on me I would gather up a little of the jism 
and make sure I got some in my mouth, even if I'd 
gotten some there already. 

After a while, they picked me up and flipped me over 
the back of a couch. I knew my husband was about to see 
me get my pussy fucked. The idea was enormously 
arousing to me. I tried to move my hips to meet them, 
as each one put his thing inside me. As each one would 
cum inside me, I would think of my husband watching me. 
I came like that, in front of all of them, thinking of 
all the cum inside me and imagining how I looked, their 
cum leaking out of my pussy-lips, and dripping down my 
thighs. 

I must have gotten fucked another six or eight times on 
the couch before they put me back on the floor again. 
Then the only woman in the group came forward. She 
lifted her skirt and I knew what she wanted me to do. I 
wasn't disgusted, those this thought had always made me 
sick before. I only hoped I could make her cum for 
them. I saw her wedding ring then. Her husband 
encouraged her as she nervously stepped over me. I 
wondered if he had fucked me yet. When she put her 
pussy on my face, I ate her enthusiastically. 

I ate her knowing her husband watched us. I put my 
hands between my legs while I thought of him looking at 
her face, and I did make her cum. She ground her pussy 
onto me while I licked and sucked. She made a high-
pitched whine while she came and arched her back above 
me. When she was done, she left the room with her 
husband, hand in hand. 

The men picked me up and put me back on the couch. 
Master announced I liked to get it in the ass, and a 
couple of them did take me there, but the others 
continued to use my cunt. I remember wondering who was 
in me, but I couldn't see, and I never did learn who 
fucked me where. I did see my husband though, while 
they were doing this and I was pretty sure he hadn't 
fucked me yet. 

When the couple returned from the other room, they took 
me down off the couch again and put me back on the 
floor. The husband took his cock, which was limp and 
wet, and had me clean it for him with my lips and 
tongue. As he started to swell, I saw him look at his 
wife, who nodded and smiled at him. He inserted it in 
my mouth, and rubbed it on my tongue. I licked and 
sucked it for him. When he came, he left a fresh glob 
of cum on my lips and tongue. 

By now I'd been fucked more times than I could count. 
My face was covered with cum, and it was oozing out of 
every hole. It was drying in my hair, and on my face, 
and on my tits. They'd fucked my ass, my cunt, my 
mouth, and my tits. I had lost track of the number of 
times they'd cum on me and in me. I had cum twice 
already myself, and still I found I wanted more. I 
looked around, lying on the floor, still breathing 
heavy, and coated and covered with cum. 

Greg motioned toward my husband, whom I finally saw, 
standing near the back. "This is the husband," he said. 
Everybody turned to him. He looked like the deer in the 
headlights. I don't think he expected them to know 
that. "He," master said, "gets the honor of the last 
fuck of the night." 

My husband stood there. I licked my lips. "Please, 
honey," I said, "please come fuck me." 

The men cheered. 

He stepped forward and looked down at me. I know I 
looked a mess. I was cum- splattered and distended. He 
had watched every man there take me in every 
conceivable way and in every conceivable place. I 
licked my lips again. I pleaded with my eyes. 

He unbuckled and dropped his pants. His cock was 
standing straight up, as hard as I'd ever seen it. The 
people cheered again. It wasn't wet or shiny, and I 
knew he hadn't had me yet. He kneeled down between my 
legs. "Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he whispered. 

I eagerly nodded yes. 

He entered me easily; I could barely even feel it. He 
leaned down over me. "Your pussy feels like water," he 
said. 

I nodded happily. "I have gobs and gobs of cum inside 
me." 

He took my face in his hands. I could feel the cum 
sticking to his fingers. "I love you," he said, as he 
started to buck his hips against me. 

I nearly cried at that. I put my arms around him. He 
was the only one there who fucked me face to face. As 
he kissed my lips, I knew he could taste the cum on me. 

I felt an orgasm start to build in my pussy. I thought 
of all the men he'd seen use me that night, and all the 
things he'd seen me do. I thought of all the semen 
inside me, squishing around his cock, and as I did, I 
began to orgasm there beneath him. He came soon after, 
leaving the last load of cum in my pussy. 

We slept there together that night, cuddling in the cum 
soaked blanket. When we woke up, everybody was gone, 
including my master. We drove home together. 

***

I missed my next period, exactly two weeks later. It's 
possible, of course, that it was my husband, but we 
both know the odds are against it. My husband was good 
to his word, and we're happily raising our third child. 
Master seemed to lose interest in me, after I started 
to show. 

I think he was disappointed that I never caught, until 
the night of the party. He retired in my fifth month 
and moved to Arizona, where he said he had family. He 
gave us all the tapes he had, or at least he said he 
did, though I have my doubts about that. In a certain 
way, I rather hope he still has some, and that he 
watches me sometimes in Arizona. 

I have a "normal" life now. I go to church. I go to 
PTA. I rarely feel guilty anymore. 

I haven't tried to repent. The truth is, I sort of miss 
my life as a sex- slave. Sometimes I find myself 
wondering if I could look up Tony in Detroit, or 
wherever he is now. I imagine myself "accidentally" 
leaving the tapes where they could be found. Even in 
church I do this, and I'll have to shift in my seat, 
because of the feeling between my legs. 

I also wonder if my husband misses the slutty me. He 
hasn't said. 

I guess I'm like Augustine, in Confessions: "Lord, save 
me from temptation... but not just yet." 

This is my confession to you, (Sandia). You can post 
it, if you like. Just change the names and places. 

--Kimberly. 


PS--Tony is still in Detroit. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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