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Kneeling to Please
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

An executive's attractive wife is trained by another 
man to please men on her nylon covered knees while her 
husband waits across the foyer. (MF, nc, wife, oral, 
voy, v)

***

Rob Connors sat alone in the small anteroom just off 
the foyer. He could hear, but not see what was 
happening in the larger room across. The doors to both 
rooms remained open and the hard tile surface of the 
entry way served to make the sound carry with 
surprising clarity. He had listened intently as the 
sharp click of high-heeled pumps sounded on the hard 
surface and then softened slightly as they reached the 
hardwood flooring in the larger room. 

It was his wife who was now standing in the entry way 
of the larger room. He was so aroused by what was 
happening that his heart pounded and his breathing 
became ragged. His erection tugged against the crotch 
of his slacks.

Diane had dressed carefully... as she knew was 
expected. She smoothed the skirt on her blue knit dress 
and walked into the room. The heels of her navy colored 
high-heeled pumps clicked dully on the hardwood floor.

She blushed as she looked at the muscular man who sat 
looking at her with a bemused grin on his face. 
Stopping just inside the door, the lovely blonde 
grasped the hem of her dress skirt, raised it high on 
her nylon covered thighs, placed one high-heeled pump 
behind the other and curtsied. The man nodded his 
approval. 

The lovely blonde then stepped out of first one and 
then the other of her high heels, leaving them standing 
upright in front of her. She stood in her stocking feet 
on the hard floor. Her legs, ankles and feet were 
attractively displayed in the taupe color, reinforced 
toe nylon stockings she wore.

The curtsy was a gesture of respect. Removing her shoes 
was a sign of her submission... a requirement of her 
new master who smiled and said, "Very good, Mrs. 
Connors, continue..."

The sound of the male voice controlling his wife sent a 
jolt of excitement through Rob. He so wanted to get 
up... to peek around the corner, across the hall... 
watching. Instead, he remained seated and let his hand 
touch his crotch.

Diane Connors reached behind herself and lowered the 
back zipper of her dress. Sliding the garment down 
exposing her lacy lingerie and darker stocking tops, 
she stepped out of it. She padded in her stocking feet 
to a nearby chair and laid the garment on it. 

Returning to her high-heeled pumps she once again 
stepped into them. The rules were simple... dress on, 
shoes off; dress off, heels on.

The attractive, thirty-eight year old blonde turned and 
faced the seated man once again. She was wearing a 
white lingerie set consisting of lacy top brassiere, 
panties and garter belt which was attached to the 
darker top bands of her taupe shade nylon stockings. 
She stood with her nylon covered ankles and navy high-
heeled pumps held tightly together with her arms at her 
sides... the position of attention... as she suffered 
the greedy inspection of the thick-set man.

At his signal, she walked forward before him enduring 
his inspection as his eyes wandered from her attractive 
face, down her lingerie clad torso, further down her 
nylon covered legs to the pointed toes of her high-
heeled pumps. Diane held her position until he signaled 
with his hand and she dropped slowly to her nylon 
covered knees in front of him. The lovely lingerie clad 
woman knelt on her nylon covered knees, legs straight 
out behind her, the toes of her pumps on the floor.

Having heard the rustling of clothing and then the 
clicking on his wife's high heels on the floor, moving 
farther into the room, Rob could not contain himself. 
He undid his zipper and let his pulsing shaft flop out 
of his pants. Greedily his hand grasped it.

Looking up, Diane's hands went to the man's pants, 
unbuckling his belt and lowering the zipper. Reaching 
her dainty hand into his shorts, she pulled out the 
long, thick shaft which was already hard with pent up 
lust. Doing as she knew she must, she moved her head 
forward, opened her mouth wide and slid her lips over 
the end of the massive cock. Slowly she began bobbing 
her head up and down, saliva forming in her mouth as 
she did.

"Lovely, Mrs. Connors," the seated man said as he 
caressed her blonde hair. "You have learned your place 
well. Now serve me... but first show your gratitude by 
telling me what you are doing."

Diane had little choice but to comply with his request 
to further debase herself. She had removed her dress, 
dropped to her nylon covered knees, unzipped his fly 
and with absolutely no waiting, she had thrust his 
massive, waiting cock to her lips.

"I am on my knees... sucking your... cock as sign of my 
respect..." 

Diane slowly opened her mouth. Placing his hands behind 
her blonde-haired head, he eased her forward so his 
cock went deeply into her mouth. Diane used her mouth 
as if it were a hot pussy. The lovely married woman 
bobbed her head up and down, trying not to gag.

Listening to his wife being ordered to her knees and 
admitting to sucking cock sent Rob to the edge. His 
hand excitedly stroked his cock. Precum leaked freely. 
He didn't care as she stroked and listened intently.

The now excited man urged Diane to increase the tempo 
of her sucking. Diane could feel the head of his cock 
starting to throb, then suddenly he pulled his cock out 
of her mouth. He quickly grabbed it and aimed it at her 
mouth. 

"Open wide, Mrs. Connors!" he said in a husky voice, 
"You are about to receive a nice hot load of cum, your 
first of many!" 

The thick-bodied man suddenly moaned in ecstasy as he 
continued to pump his cock and then... the shock of hot 
sperm shooting on her face, onto her lips, into her 
mouth and on her tongue.

He aimed his cock so not a drop was wasted, then thrust 
it back into her mouth, so it acted as a plug! 

He continued to fill her mouth with his cum. "Swallow, 
Mrs. Connors," he said in a taunting voice, "You are 
going to have to get used to having me use your mouth 
as I please."

The man kept his cock in her mouth until Diane 
swallowed every remaining drop of his cum. 

"Oooooh, very good, Mrs. Connors," he chortled, "I am 
sure that you will become a superb cock sucker and my 
friends will be delighted!" 

Across the hall, Rob Connors spurted nearly in unison 
with the man whose cock his wife had dutifully sucked 
on her nylon covered knees. The thought of his lovely 
wife stripped to her lingerie, nylons and high-heeled 
pumps and then kneeling to suck cock send him over the 
edge. Hot cum spurted and sprayed the rug in front of 
him. Trying to get his handkerchief from his pocket, he 
collapsed back in his chair. He would be told when he 
could put his now dangling shaft back into his pants. 

The Beginning...

The upscale event at the hotel had been a fun evening. 
Maybe the wine had clouded her judgment, but the man 
had seemed so helpful as he offered to direct her to 
the parking garage. Instead she had found herself in an 
unoccupied room.

Diane had noticed the bulge in his pants with horror. 
The excited man had moved forward and tried to press 
his crotch against Diane's expensive, sleeveless black 
cocktail dress. 

She had pulled away nearly tripping in the tall black 
leather high-heeled pumps on her nylon covered feet.

"No!" the man had spoken sharply, using a tone of voice 
calculated to establish control. 

"You're not leaving yet. You're going to suck me off 
first." He had waited while the frightened woman 
digested his words before continuing. The thought of 
the executive's snooty wife being forced to wrap her 
sexy lips around his cock had been irresistible. "And I 
am not going to cum until you do it right! Do you 
understand?" 

Once again, Diane had listened looking startled at this 
requirement, but nodding her agreement. Trying to buy 
time in hope of an escape, she would have agreed to 
anything. 

The man had then continued his verbal assault on Diane. 
The distraught woman had been ordered to her nylon 
covered knees and waited quietly, head down, seemingly 
resigned to her fate. Her skirt, modest by intent, had 
ridden high on her rump, exposing the darker top bands 
of her nylon stockings and long, slender nylon encased 
legs and bare thighs right up to her panties. The man 
had leaned down to whisper some final orders in the 
frightened woman's ear. "Keep your hands behind your 
back, holding up the hem of your skirt, Diane!" 

Diane, crying, had moved to obey. Her trembling hands 
had hesitantly pulled her short skirt up, completely 
exposing her nylons, lingerie and backside. 

"Now," he had continued, rubbing his crotch, "I'm going 
to spank you until your new friend is ready to cum, so 
you'd be well advised to give him your best efforts!" 

He had patted Diane's head for effect. Feeling the 
man's hand Diane had knelt up on her nylon covered 
knees and the pointed toes of her high heels on the 
carpet... waiting for her 'new friend'. She had looked 
up to see that the man was standing in front of her, 
his cock hanging limply from the fly of his trousers. 

"You new friend's not very stiff yet," he had said, 
smirking down at the executive's attractive wife who 
knelt with her skirt pulled up over her nylons. "But 
don't worry, he will be by the time you're finished." 

This had been too much for Diane. Mouth held firmly 
closed, she had turned her head away from his dangling 
cock. He had bent over the humiliated woman and raised 
his palm. SLAP! 

"Ow!" Diane cried, recoiling from the impact. She had 
instinctively dropped her hands to protect her 
reddening bottom side. 

"Stay Still!" the man had ordered, "And keep those 
hands on your skirt!" 

Sobbing, Diane had obeyed, once again pulling her skirt 
up on her nylon covered thighs to expose her darker 
stocking tops. "Now open your mouth," she was ordered. 
"Unless you want to be spanked some more..." 

SLAP! 

Diane had trembled as his large hand was once again 
brought painfully down onto her exposed bottom. But 
following orders, she had opened her mouth as wide as 
it would go. The demanding man had looked down at Diane 
Connors, enjoying the sight of her pouting lips opening 
to accommodate his stiffening member. He had decided 
that he could get used to this. As he had slipped his 
cock in, he showed her palm again, and Diane had 
started energetically sucking on him. A few seconds 
later the large man had grown visibly harder inside her 
mouth. 

"Come on my dear, Mrs. Connors! Open up. Let me see 
your pretty little tongue licking your new master's 
cock!" He had watched in delight as the compliant wife 
obediently ran her pink tongue all around his cock 
head, collecting his salty juices as she licked. The 
man was soon groaning in pleasure at the sight of the 
woman kneeling before him in absolute submission. 
Impulsively, he had put his hand behind her head and 
forced it towards him, sliding his cock down her 
throat. 

"Let me feel your throat around me, Mrs. Connors!" he 
had ordered, voice hoarse, as he slid his length of 
throbbing manhood deep into her face. "Aaahhh - feels 
so good!" The sight of the executive's wife sucking his 
cock had heightened his feeling.

Gasping for air, Diane had tried to pull back, but her 
assailant had held her head so that she had no option 
but to take the whole penis deep in her throat. Gagging 
and choking, Diane had accommodated it as best she 
could. The sucking had continued for some time. When 
the man had reacted like he was just about to cum, he 
had suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. 

"Time for act two," he had declared. "I want to cum in 
your hair, on your face and your dress, Diane. Lick and 
touch me until I cum all over you!" 

Diane, momentarily unrestrained, had tried to stand up. 
She had wanted desperately to get away! No job could be 
worth this degradation. It had been a futile effort, 
however. As she had begun to pull herself to her feet, 
the man had grabbed her by her shoulder and forced her 
back to her knees. She had knelt again with nylon 
covered knees together and black high-heeled pumps 
placed with heels together and toes pointed squarely at 
the floor. 

There had been no escape. Hand firmly gripping her 
hair, he had leaned forward and whispered: "I'm going 
to give you thirty seconds, Diane, dear. If I'm not 
finished in time - if I haven't cum all over you - then 
I will be cumming up your ass. It's your choice!" 

Fresh sobs wracking her, Diane had started frantically 
licking and sucking at the man's cock, pre-cum dripping 
down her lovely face and smearing her carefully applied 
make-up. She had used her long, slim fingers to 
masturbate the man while bobbing her mouth up and down 
on his cock head.

She had felt her hair being tussled as the man wrapped 
it around his cock using it as a make-shift cunt. Then 
the man had pulled open the arm hole of her dress, 
pushing his cock under her bra strap and against her 
shoulder. He had pushed his cock down into her 
cleavage, masturbating it up and down.

For her tormentor, however, it had still not been 
enough. "You've got twenty seconds, Mrs. Connors!" he 
had warned, gritting his teeth. "Say slutty things 
about yourself while you get me off!" 

The terrified socialite, her mouth off his cock, after 
coughing, began to speak. "I'm a slut..." she had said, 
her voice faltering as she cried in shame. "I'm..." 

"Be more dirty!" he had demanded patting Diane's tear-
stained face. Diane had choked back her sobs and obeyed 
as best she could. The man whose cock she had been 
sucking began to run his hand up and down its well-
greased length, all the time keeping it pointed 
directly at her face. 

"Cum... Cum on my face!" she had cried. Desperate to 
make the man cum before he carried out his threat of 
raping her ass, she had begun to lick at the cock in 
front of her, speaking as best she could between 
slurps. 

"Make me a sticky mess. Cover me and make me your cum 
bitch." Acting as quickly as she could, Diane had 
serviced the cock, licking, sucking, rubbing, 
kissing... doing everything possible to make him cum 
all over her. 

"Say your name... tell me what you are," the man 
groaned. This was the ultimate degradation, but Diane 
complied, "I'm Mrs. Diane Connors. I'm a dirty...cock 
sucker. I'm a slut... I'm a bitch... Cum all over me!" 

That had done it. The cock in her hand had begun to 
jerk. 

"In your face, Mrs. Connors!" the man had hissed, 
grabbing Diane's hand and directing the cock as the 
first string of sperm flew through the air and landed 
on her face and in her pretty brown hair, by that time 
mussed by the handling it had been given. The standing 
man had emitted a deep groan, his cum then spraying the 
upper part of her tits and dress and dripping down 
towards the raised skirt and nylons beneath. 

Humiliated, but thankful to have succeeded in making 
the man cum at last, Diane had squeezed every last drop 
from the man's cock, aiming it all somewhere on 
herself. Jets of thick, white cum had sprayed her face, 
hair and dress. When he was finished he had stood back 
to admire his work. 

Diane had remained kneeling, gasping. Her expensive 
dress was by then stained with white sperm, the thick 
fluid dripping down the material as it congealed and 
dried. Smears of glistening white sperm had marked, 
slug-like, the trails it had taken down her face and 
upper chest, and her hair had spots matted with 
glistening cum. 

"You make a good cum pig!" had remarked the freshly 
sated man, laughing at the kneeling, crying woman. 

 "Fancy someone finding you looking like this in a 
bedroom with another man!" he had taunted. "What a 
slut! And for the wife of someone in a position of 
responsibility in the organization? What would the 
other employees think? What would Mr. Connors think!" 

Diane had seemed momentarily taken aback. Her 
humiliation had shown on her face. The man had sighed 
dramatically, "I hardly think that you could show your 
face around here if word got out about your... 
activities?" 

Diane had just sniffled as if not understanding. He had 
laughed delightedly. "But of course," he had continued, 
"I would be glad to lend my assistance." He had looked 
at Diane, who still dripping with cum, had struggled to 
her feet pulling her dress skirt down as she did. 

"Very good, Mrs. Connors," he had murmured, "I'm sure 
you want this to remain our little secret... and you 
will do as I say to keep it that way." 

"Y-yes," Diane had nodded in consent. She had no choice 
but to play along. Little did she know that her 
debasement would not remain hidden from her husband for 
long and he would be drawn in, as well.

Having finished, the man had turned to leave, ordering 
Diane to wait until he was long gone. She had obeyed, 
standing with her head bowed in shame, looking at a 
large glob of cum on the toe of her high-heeled pump. 

END

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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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