SEXY SALLY & BOSS BOB (PART TWO)
by Jigs
This is a continuation of the story of Sexy Sally, her husband Harry, and
Harry's Boss, Bob Simpson. The time is the next morning after Boss Bob Simpson
has seduced Sally, Harry's wife and turned her into his submissive slut.
*** I awoke about 11 o'clock the next morning. Bob was already up and gone, but
he had left me a note on my bedroom door. As was his way, Boss Bob had taken
over, and as usual, of all the details had been considered and deftly handled.
"Dear Harry; I called the maid and told her not to come in until two o'clock.
Have Sally up and dressed by that time. The key to her padlock is on my dresser.
Dinner will be sent up from the restaurant at the regular time. The maid will be
in at two. I gave her the day off just as soon as she straightens things up. She
should be gone by four. I'll be back about eight thirty. I suggest that you
enjoy yourself in Sally's cunt this afternoon. I have 'dibbs' on it for this
evening, so tell her I expect her to be naked, wet, and ready for my bed when I
get home. Freshly fucked and sucking your cock would be nice. Sluts thrive on
cock and abuse. See you at eight thirty. Boss Bob" In Bob's bedroom I found
Sally naked on the floor, chained by her neck to a leg of the bed, and her hands
still tied behind her. Her eyes were open, but a little glassy, not yet fully
awake. I opened the padlock on the chain, untied her hands, stood her up, and
hugged her to me before putting her on the bed. She lay there, limp and silent,
while I drew her bath. When the tub was full I helped her to her feet again and
into the warm water. Neither of us had yet spoken the first word to the other by
the time I left the apartment to bring us back sandwiches for lunch. When I
returned, Sally was dressed and siting at the dining room table. The room was
still a mess from the drinking bout the night before. I put the sandwiches out
on the table and she brought in a pot of coffee she had made while I was out. We
sat there, nibbling our sandwiches, but still saying nothing as we faced each
other for the first time since our life together had so suddenly spun out of
control. I was the first to break the silence. "Well, what do we do now?" I
asked. Sally said nothing. She just sat there trembling as if this would all go
away if she could only wake up from this strange dream. I pressed on, however.
"Talk to me damn it, I've got to know what you want. Do you want to go on
fucking Bob Simpson, or do I resign, and we move to Woebegone Nebraska in the
hope I can start a new career there. Can you give up the way we live? Can you
give up that ten inches of hard meat between Boss Bob's legs? It's all up to
you. I love you Sally, so much so that I'll share you with him if that is what
you want; or I can quit and we can both leave Boss Bob Simpson and never see him
again--but you've got to decide. After all, its your pussy that's up for grabs
here. I get to use it either way, so I can go either way. It makes no difference
to me." It took a while, but finally an answer came in a hoarse whisper. "Harry,
I'm so sorry," Sally at last began. "I love you too, or at least I was sure I
did before last night. Last night, tho, his cock was a magic carpet. I rode it
to heights where I have never been before. No, I don't want to start over in
Nebraska, and no, I can't give up being filled with Boss meat." "You see," Sally
continued, "I'm his slut now, his property. Last night when I was on my knees
swearing over and over that he owned my cunt--I wasn't just saying that so he
would pleasure me again then and there. Oh, that was part of it, but there was
nothing momentary about the promises I was making. You were there. You know. He
made things quite
clear..., he will not fuck me unless I surrender myself totally and absolutely.
I did so. I am ready to do so again today, tomorrow, and in all the tomorrows to
come if that's what I must do to have his cock in me." Sally shuddered slightly,
and she was begining to cry. I was hard for her but she went on. "Yes, the
orgasms he gave me I do want to have again. I must have them again. I want him
to fuck me over and over again every day and every night for the rest of my
life. He will do that only if am his slut..., and that is what I have agreed to
be. I can no longer choose for myself. My heart may still belong to you, but my
slut body, my horny cunt, belongs to Bob Simpson now, God help me." I looked
into her eyes filled with tears and struggled for some argument against what she
was telling me. "You know he doesn't love you. Sally. You're just a plaything he
can use to amuse himself with, and you'll never be anything else." I handed her
the note he had left me. "Here, read this." Sally read it, and began to cry
harder. "Not exactly a love letter is it?" she sobbed. "But then I didn't expect
it to be. At the end last night, when he led me away hard fucked and stark naked
with a noose around my neck, I knew it all. I had been captured by a lusty old
pirate with a big dick who was going to make a whore of me. That's all your big
time boss is you know. He's a pirate. In our century we may call him an business
executive, but he's really just an old fashioned buckaneer with a college
education and the same big dick I'll bet Blackbeard had. Its not really
surprising that after a hard days sailing on the Corporate Main that he wants a
captive woman around to entertain him with her body." "So," she continued on,
"When Boss Bob gets home tonight he will indeed find his captive bitch naked
with her pussy wet and ready for him. And yes if you are willing, freshly fucked
and on her knees sucking your cock. As humbling as all that may be, it's a small
price to pay to have him fuck me again; and oh yes, God yes, for him to put his
tongue in my crack again." She began to dry her eyes then and took my hand and
gave it a squeeze. "It's not all bad," she said, "The good news is that you'll
keep your job and make us a lot of money so we can keep on living here. And I'll
have your cock, and your Boss's too, tho I suspect you may get to use my pussy
less than you think. However that may be tho, I'm sure there will be no shortage
of hard-ons for me to service. I've heard that pirates often lend their women to
friends and guests." Our day thereafter went by almost normally. Sally did seem
to be a little quiet, and once or twice I caught her eyes filling with tears
that she would fight back. As evening approached she became more and more lost
inside herself. After dinner I heard her mumbling under her breath, preoccupied
as if she was trying to straighten her mind by vocalizing her thoughts. Around
Six she showered, did her hair, and after she had powdered and perfumed herself,
she came to me, fresh, sweet, and naked from her toilet, and asked me to please
fuck her. She looked absolutely beautiful and delicious, and I was more than
happy to oblige her request. Before I stuck my cock in her, however, I stroked
and petted her for a long time trying to show how much I loved her. I even ate
her pussy. I'm certain she enjoyed that, altho she didn't have quite the same
frantic reaction as she had had to Boss Bob's talented tongue. When I laid her
on her back for a missonary fuck, she suprised me by asking for something else.
"No Harry, I'm a slut now, remember. Please, I want you to take me like the
bitch I am. I want you to tie my hands behind my back and dog fuck me over the
arm of the couch." And, that was the way I took her..., tied with her ass in the
air..., like a bitch. Poor Sally, she was really into this slut thing. The whole
time I was fucking her she was begging me for more, something she has never done
for me before. I'm certain that she came at least three, maybe four, times
before I got off in her. Sally hasn't had a multiple orgasm on my cock since our
honeymoon. When we finished she crawled between my legs, and with her hands
still tied behind her back, she began to orally clean my cock. This was another
first in our married life. Sally had never before taken my cock in her mouth
while it was still wet and soiled with our joint love cum. God, but it was nice.
We were still at it that way, Sally on her knees, her hands tied behind her
back, sucking on my now soft cock, when Bob arrived home.
*** "Now there is a pretty picture," Bob said as he entered the room, "but untie
her now, Harry. Its my turn." When Sally's hands were free, he told her, "Sally,
Go to my dresser, top drawer, and bring me the big black dildo. When she
returned with the plastic penis, Bob took a seat on the sofa with Sally standing
in front of him, her legs spread wide. Bob parted the sensitive lips below her
blond pussy hair and ran two fingers into her slit. They came out wet with her
juices just as he had demanded in his morning note. Satisfied with what he had
found, he fed his two sopping fingers into her mouth. Sally didn't need to be
told she was to suck them clean. "Very good! Excellent!" he said. "Sally you are
indeed a prize slut." With that Bob slid the big black dildo Sally had brough
him into her pussy, driving it home with a single thust. The thing was every bit
as big as Bob's cock and Sally caught her breath abruptly from the shock and
pain of this sudden assualt on her sensitive core. "Hold that in there with your
pussy muscles, slut, but don't get off on it." Bob commanded. With that he
reached into his pocket and brought out a gold anklet with diamonds around the
edge of an ID plate that was inscribed on both sides. On one side it said.,
"Boss Bob's Slut." On the other it said, "Boss Bob's Whore." Bob put it around
Sally's right ankle, and with a pair of pliers from his pocket he destroyed the
catch. As she watched her owner fuse the chain, Sally's blushed a bright red and
I could see her nipples harden. My poor Sally, she may have been humiliated by
the brands of 'Slut' and 'Whore' that were now permantly afixed to her ankle,
but she was equally stimulated by the thought of what they meant. "Go to the
foyer Sally, and bring me the package you will find on the table there," was
Bob's next order, "But be sure you don't let that dildo fall out on the way." It
was not easy for Sally to walk and at the same time hold the artificial cock her
pussy, but by sqeezing her thighs together as much as possible, and taking very
small steps, she somehow managed. Out of the plain brown wrapper she brought
back came a black dog collar an inch and a half wide with big steel rings where
the leather leash that came with it could be attached. Solemnly Bob buckled the
collar around my wife's neck, and clipped the leash to it. "A collar and leash
teach obediance. A woman collared and led naked at the end of a leash has no
choice but to behave herself. Moreover, a collar identifies a woman as a slut,
and a leash hanging between her breasts, bumping against her pussy with her
every step does not allow her to forget what she is. Sometimes a rebelious slut
requires something more drastic, a permanent ring through the foreskin of her
clit. When the slut is roused, a pussy ring will rub against her clit and
stimulate her to her calling. Nothing is more erotic than a naked female led
away to be fucked by a leash clipped to a ring in her pussy. If you ever prove
resistive to me, I will see to it that your pretty pussy gets its ring." "Now my
sexy little whore," Bob asked, "Tell me again that you are my slut" Boss Bob's
demand for submission hung like a sword in the air over Sally's collared neck.
It took Sally a moment or two to gather herself for a reply, and for those few
seconds we all just hung there as if time had stopped. Finally, she began to
speak slowly. "Yes Boss Bob Sir, I am your slut, your whore, for as long as you
will fuck me with your big cock." "You understand," Bob interrupted, "that I
will abuse you at my whim. I will fuck you, and make you suck my cock while
others, even your friends, look on. Indeed I will display you in all manner of
humiliationg ways, naked, and used. Nor will it be only my cock that you must
service. I may give you to strangers, both male and female, who will use you as
if you were a common whore. Are you truly willing to become my slut, no matter
what I may demand of you, no matter how painful, shameful, or perverted?" "Oh
yes Sir," Sally responded, her voice now husky with desire. "Do with your slut
as you please. Display me naked in front of my friends. Make me beg to suck your
cock as they listen, and I will gratefully swallow your cum as they watch. Whip
my breasts for their amusement, and then shove your lovely cock between my poor
tortured tits and jack yourself off there. Then shame me by shooting off on my
face. Put me on my hands and knees and fuck my asshole. And yes, I know there
will be other penises for me to pleasue with my warm wet pussy and mouth." In
the quiet pause that followed her speech, however, Sally went on to ask her
master for two special favors. "Although I know I only a slut, merely a warm
sleave for your cock, I beg that you fuck me often; and oh yes, if I please you,
I beg you to reward me as you did last night with the boon of eating my horny
pussy. "Beyond that." Sally continued, "I ask only that my dear Harry, who I do
truly love, shall continue to be treated fairly and with respect. That I am a
slut is my shame and mine alone. Harry should not suffer because of the fire
that burns between his wife's legs." "Save only for these two small favors, I do
freely acknowlege and agree that henseforth I am Boss Bob's slut and whore." All
this was more eloquence than I would have believed Sally was capable. I
understood now why she had been lost in thought this afternoon, and why she was
talking to herself under her breath. She had not been struggling with her
decision, or mourning our lost life together, as I had thought. She had guessed
that this little scene was coming, and she had been practicing her God damn
acceptance speech. I was a little put out that she had spent our last afternoon
of freedom together that way, but then I thought, damn, what a class act! Bob
stood up from the sofa and said, "Fair enough then, it is time I enjoyed my
slut's horny wet pussy. Take that dildo out of there Sally and put it in your
mouth." With that Boss Bob took his slut by her leash and led her from the room,
horny, naked, and with a big black plastic dildo in her mouth. Sally didn't seem
the least bit reluctant to go with him. Bob, however, hesitated a few seconds
before leaving, as if there was something he wanted to tell me, but was unsure
of just how to say it. After gathering his thoughts for a moment of two, he
finally came out with it "And, ah, oh yes..., Harry. I'm expecting a guest to
arrive in the next half hour or so. I would appreciate it if you would stay up a
few minutes to show my guest to my bedroom. It's a sort of a surprise I have
arranged for Sally." I asked him, "What kind of surprise?" "Well," he answered,
"I don't want to say because its sort of a surprise for you too, altho not
really. I'm sure you probably have guessed at it over the years. Sally, I'm
afraid, isn't going to be too fond of my surprise, but eventually you're going
to enjoy it a lot." Sally was waiting impatiently on her leash without much
interest until Bob said that line about her not likely to be fond of this
surprize. "What..." she started to ask before Bob brought her up short with a
jerk of her leash, and again headed for the hall. Then while still at he door,
he turned and asked, "you will do me that little favor won't you?" I said I
would, and he went on into his room, a naked Sally following him along on her
leather lead like a happy puppy. About twenty minutes or so later the phone
rang. It was the security man in the parking garage range. "Mr. Carr," he said,
"There's a lady down here who says she has an appointment with Mr. Simpson."
"Send her on up Pete," I replied. Five minutes later the door bell rang. I
opened the door and invited Bob's guest to come in. It was Darla MacIntire!
*** Darla, as usual, was gorgeous. Her Red Hair was down around her shoulders.
She was wearing a cocktail dress with a short hemline and an open bosom that
showed a lot of bare tit. Over her shoulder was a small airline carry-on bag,
but the thing I noticed first was a lovely silver collar studded with diamonds
around her neck, something she had never worn in my presence before. "Well, good
evening Darla," I greeted her. "Hello Harry," she replied. "Can we just let it
go at that for now?" Before I could interrupt, she began to esplain. "It's a
long story, Harry, but I think you can figure most of it out for yourself. I'll
give you the details some other time if Boss Bob will let me. For now tho, he is
expecting me, and I had better not be late. Please show me to his bedroom." I
didn't try to answer. I nodded, took her by the arm and escorted her down the
hall and up the stairs to Bob's room. I knocked on the door, and Bob's voice
rang out loudly, "Come in Darla." As she entered, I caught a glimpse of Bob
sitting on the bed with Sally standing in front of him, her legs wide spread,
her fingers locked behind her head again, and that big black dildo sticking out
of her cunt. That was all I had a chance to see. Darla entered quickly and
closed the door behind her. I went on to bed. There seemed nothing else I could
do. I found it hard to get to sleep, and I watched the late shows on television
for a while trying to drop off. Even over the sound from the TV, however, I
could hear an occasional shriek from Bob's room. Then things seemed to quiet
down, and about three thirty I finally dropped off to sleep, my TV still on. I
slept soundly. When I finally awoke, the sun was well up, the TV was off, and
Sally was in bed with me. She already had her lips around my cock. My erection
had begun to grow, and I just lay there pretending to be still asleep while I
enjoyed the moment and the softness of her mouth. I couldn't keep faking it very
long, tho. In just 48 hours Sally had become a much improved cocksucker. I
stopped pretending, grabbed her by the head and began to fuck her face with my
hips. It didn't take her long to finish me. I shot my load into Sally's mouth
and she swallowed like the little whore she has become. Even then she wouldn't
quit. As if cleaning her plate after a tasty meal, she continued suck on me for
whatever I had left. When a woman does that after the man's big wad is gone, her
suction reaches through the penis all the way into his scrotum and balls. Fells
good sometimes, but it hurts some too. Now that I was back in the world,
however, I could see that Sally was hurting a lot worse than I was. Across her
ass and on the back of her upper thighs were a half dozen angry red whelts. When
she rolled away from my cock, I could see two more that cut across her tits
about level with her nipples. I pulled her up into my arms and asked, "what
happened Sally?" "The bastard beat me, that's what happened," she said, choking
a little as the words came out. "He made me stand with my hands behind my head
and a plastic cock in my cunt while he beat my ass with a horse crop. I guess he
didn't hit me as hard as he could, but he hit me damn hard. I've never hurt that
bad before in my whole life, or at least I hadn't until that bitch Darla took
the crop to my nipples." "Darla hit you too?" I gaped. Sally was sobbing so hard
now she could hardly answer, "You bet she did, hard as she could too, but of
course the son of a bitch told her to do it so I guess she didn't have much
choice. If she hadn't hit me, that bastard would have taken the crop back and
used it on her nipples instead." "Well we're making progress anyway," I told
her. "At least by this morning you know he's a bastard." "Oh, Harry," she
sobbed, "I've always known he was a bastard. What's that got to do with
anything?" "Its got a lot to do with it, I replied. "There's more at stake now
than just some big cock for you to tickle your ovaries with. Damn it, fucking
you was one thing, but now he's beating on you with a crop! If you've had
enough, we can pack up and get the hell out of here. You'll never have to let
the bastard hit you again." My wife's crying jag was easing now. "Poor Harry,"
she said as she dried her eyes on the sheet. "You still don't understand do you?
I can't leave. He owns me, or at least that thing between his legs does. Of
course he beat me. He told us both over and over from the very beginning that he
would. Don't you remember. Why did you think he has those whips in his bureau.
I'm a sex slave now, and sooner or later I was going to be beaten. Horny old
pirates always beat the women they capture from the Spanish main, and like I
told you yesterday, he's just another pirate with a big dick. Nothing changed
last night; I was whipped with a horse crop, that's all. I'm exactly the same
slut I was when I was begging like a bitch in heat for him to fuck me, or when I
was on my knees promising to service his cock, and the cocks of any of his
friends. I'm Boss Bob's slut, his whore. It says so on the ID around my ankle,
and it is Boss Bob's right to beat his whore whenever he wants." Sally never
gave me a chance to answer. Before I could get a word in edgewise, she went on,
"But about last night in his room; let me start over at the beginning. I was
sent here with instructions. You have had the blow job I was to give you. Now
I'm supposed to tell you everything that happened to me last night." "It wasn't
much fun, I can tell you that," She began. "As soon as we got to his room he sat
on the bed while I frigged myself with a dildo. He made me keep at it even after
Darla arrived. While I was pumping that thing in and out of my pussy, I had to
beg him over and over to let me suck his cock. I was ashamed to do that with
Darla there. I didn't want her to see me acting like a horny slut, but I
couldn't help myself. I was a horny slut, and groveling for a cock is what horny
sluts do." Sally took a deep breath before continuing. "Darla was wearing a
collar too except that hers was silver and fancy with jewels. After she
stripped, Bob put a leash on her too. At first that made feel a little better
that the bitch wasn't getting any favors. I even ready to gloat when Bob drug
her to her knees by her leash and had her suck him till he was hard, but then I
realized that I was standing there naked, and still pumping that damned plastic
cock in and out of my cunt. I've got to admit tho, it was all very erotic...,a
redheaded slut sucking her master while a blond slut jacked herself off with a
dildo." "Then he told me to lay on the bed, while Darla ate my pussy. I've never
done the lez thing before. I didn't want to do it now, but if Boss Bob wanted to
see a woman lick my pussy, I had to go through with it. I spread my legs and
Darla dived in. I've got to admit she felt pretty good too. She was more gentle
than a guy generally is. She spread the lips of my vagina, and used her tongue
to lick me good. I could have easily cum in her mouth, but as Bob ordered, I
choked it back." "As I lay there trying to hold off my orgasm, Bob came over and
took Darla from between my legs. He rolled her over on her back and told me,
'It's Darla's turn now Sally. Eat her pussy! Suck her good! I want you to get
her ready to fuck me!'" "I didn't want to suck a woman, and I started to cry a
little. Bob said 'stop it! Do as you're told bitch, or you'll spend the night
with your face tied down in her crotch.'" "God knows, I didn't want anything
like that, so I tried, I really tried, Harry, but when I put my mouth on her
pussy the woman smell turned my stomach, and I started to pull away gagging a
little." Sally started to cry hard again. "That really made Boss Bob angry. He
grabbed me by the ankles and drug me to floor at the foot of the bed. He tied my
ankles to the top of footboard, one to each side. That left me laying with most
of my weight on my shoulders and neck while with my legs and hips were suspended
above me. With my legs spread like that, my pussy was wide open and vulnerable.
Bob took an evil looking little whip off his dresser. At its business end was
maybe twenty or so thin strands of nylon." "A Pussy whip was what it was,
Harry," Sally sobbed, "A god damned pussy whip; and he whipped my pussy with it.
I thought I was on fire, it stung so bad. I screamed for mercy, but he just
yelled at me, 'you think Darla's cunt is dirty do you; well if it's so dirty
then we had better have you clean it up. You tell me when you're ready to lick
Darla's crack clean, because unless you do, I'm going to take your cunt lips off
with this whip.'" "I did it then Harry," Sally choked as she tried to explain,
"Darla sat on my face as I lay there with my legs still up in the air, and I
sucked her cunt. I licked her from end to end. I ran my tongue down into her
crack. I spread her folds with my fingers. I found her clit with my lips, and
nibbled on it. I fucked her open gash with my tongue. Then she started to cum,
Harry; She came like a river right in my mouth. She begged me not to stop, and
then she screamed when the really big O hit her. Her thighs closed so hard on my
head, I thought she had ruptured my eardrums. In my very first try, I earned my
certificate as a first class cunt licker." "Bob decided it was time to fuck
Darla. He cut me loose and brought me onto the bed with him. I crawled between
his legs and sucked on him. When he was good and hard he had Darla mount his
cock." "Harry," Sally went on to say, "I've never been so hurt and disappointed
in my life. I wanted desperately for him to fuck me. I had earned it. I had been
a good little slut bitch. I had jacked myself off in front of him. He had
whipped my pussy. I had sucked his girlfriend for him. I was entitled; but God
damn him, did he fuck me? He did not! He shamed me like a common whore, that's
what he did! That bastard made me sit between his knees and slide the cock I had
just sucked into a hard-on into Darla's pussy as she sat down on it." "And this
wasn't just any pussy either, Harry. Darla is one beautiful piece of ass. Her
boobs are bigger than mine, and that red bush around her cunt is something to
behold. She can really suck a cock too. I knelt there and watched her fuck Boss
Bob. She is a good fuck, Harry, a really good fuck. Those long legs of hers
could squeeze the life out of a man. Harry, I'm so afraid that I can't compete
with a sex machine like that head to head, or should I say cunt to cunt." "But I
didn't have much time to dwell on what a sexy bitch Darla was. Boss Bob had a
whole agenda of abuse waiting for me yet." Sally was back to sobbing now, and it
was hard for her to get her story out. "Then I was told to kneel on the floor by
his bed with my wrists crossed behind me, while they fucked. I never wanted
anything as bad as I wanted the boss meat in me right then. As far as Bob was
concerned, however, it was like I wasn't there. His attention was all on that
bitch with the big tits that flopped up and down every time she pumped herself
on and off his rod." "Darla had been riding the Boss's cock for about fifteen
minutes when his cum flooded her cunt. Then.." Sally broke down altogether here,
and for half a minute she couldn't go on. "...Then, he made me clean his cock
with my mouth. As I licked him, I could taste her cunt juice. At that moment, I
even hated his cock, if you can believe that; but...but, God help me, that
wasn't all. Next, he had Darla spread her legs, and then...," Sally hesitated
once more, "then...with strings of his cum leaking from it, that bastard made me
eat her twat!" Sally and I just sat there and looked at each other as she
gathered herself enough to go on with her story. "Afterwards, he had me suck him
hard once more, and I thought for sure that now it would be my turn...but no, as
soon as I had him ready he went right back to fucking that red headed bitch.
This time, he put her on her back with pillows under her hips. He pulled her
knees up, calves to thighs, and knelt between them. Again, I had to take his
cock and direct it into her crack. He then made me rest my head on her belly
with my face between her thighs where I could run my tongue across her clit as
he fucked her. When she began to cum, I couldn't stay there because she was
pumping her hips so. Bob told me to move my mouth up to her boobs. I licked them
good, Harry, just like he said to do; from her ribs up to the nipples, down her
cleavage and underneath, and then back to the peaks where I could suck hard on
her erect nubs." Sally was taking faster now as if she had to get the story over
with. "They fucked for a lot longer this time. It seemed to me that it went on
forever. Darla came, and came, and came. God damn it Harry, that was my cock,
and those were my orgasms, she was getting. She had stolen them from me ...,
that bitch! Finally tho, Boss Bob finished. And once more, he put me on my knees
between Darla's thighs, and made me suck her cunt clean for a second time." "Did
I mention before that she has a ring in the lip of her pussy just like the one
Bob told us about? Well, she does, and a 'Boss Bob's whore' anklet too. I guess
I am not unique. I wonder how many others besides Darla and myself are out
there?" "Anyway, I went to work once more on Darla's crack. I was willing enough
now, and I licked her crack from one end to the other and back. I certainly
didn't want that whip used on my poor pussy again. Darla must have still been
hanging right on the edge because as soon as my tongue slid down her slit, she
went off again right in my face. She calmed down a little after that, and I was
able to finish cleaning the Boss's jism out of her without so nearly drowning in
her female cum as I had before." "When I was finished I was given my Boss's cock
to suck on. By now, I was so grateful to have it at all that I didn't even mind
her taste being on it. After I had sucked on him for a while, Bob raised me up
by my leash and said, 'Well, now its your turn to go to work, Sally.'" "That was
good I thought, but what he had in mind for me wasn't anything like the fucking
I had been waiting for. The two of them sat me in that big wooden chair over in
the corner. My hands were behind me and cuffed to the back of the chair. My legs
were draped over the chair arms, and tied there. My pussy was thrust forward
toward the front of the seat, spread and vulnerable for Boss Bob's next little
game." "He always has some God damn game to humiliate a woman and make her beg."
Sally had stopped crying. Now she seemed almost angry. Gritting her teeth she
went on, "This time he made me tell he and Darla in detail about every cock I
have ever had in my hands, my mouth or my cunt, including all the whens, wheres,
and hows. I had to rate each cock from one to five according to how big it was,
and how much pleasure it had given me. He even made me guess how my lover might
have rated my pussy, and how well I thought he had enjoyed making love to me."
"All the while he was sitting there with Darla in his lap playing with her tits.
If I hesitated at all, or he thought I was holding something back, he would lash
one of my tits, or my pussy, with that little whip of his. It hurt like hell,
and I screamed a lot. I tried to evade his questions as much as I could, but Bob
was too sharp for me. He caught me in every lie, and in every evasion. By the
time it was over I had told him all the humiliating details of all the sex I had
in high school and college, even how I had teased you with my tits and pussy to
trap you into marrying me." At this point Sally actually blushed. "Harry, Bob
said he was going to make me repeat all those dirty stories to you personally.
Please don't let him do that. I can't even tell you how awful it would be for me
standing naked in front of my husband describing all the sex I have had with
other men. I'm not sure I could even do that, no matter how much he beats me.
It's bad enough that Darla-the-bitch knows the smutty dirt about what a slut
bitch in heat I have been in the past, or the awful way I teased the boyfriends
I never let actually fuck me. I couldn't stand for you to know it too." 'Damn,
but I would like to hear all about it tho,' I thought to myself, but I knew she
was sincerely trying to protect me, so I lied to her a little, "I'll do my best
honey. I'll tell Bob I don't want to hear it. If it happens, tho, it happens.
Its not important enough for you to take a whipping over. But whatever, we've
got bigger problems than your past sex life. Now tell me, what about those
whelts on your ass and tits?" Sally shuddered as she thought again of being hit
with the ridding crop. "After he was through shaming me, he had me stand facing
away from him as he sat on the bed. He made me put a dildo in my cunt and
another one in my mouth. I had to lock my fingers behind my head again and stick
my tits out the way he likes to see me. Then he started to talking. "'You are a
selfish jealous bitch Sally,' he told me. 'You have not made Darla feel welcome
in your home. When I asked you to pleasure her, you resisted. When I made you do
so, you resented it. You must learn to do better, and this will be your first
lesson. I am going to whip you with this ridding crop, and every time I hit you,
you are going to tell Darla you are sorry you acted like a bitch, and beg to
make it up to her by doing something nice to some part of her body..., like you
will eat her pussy or something. I am only going to give you six licks with the
crop, but with each one you must get your apology out before I hit you again, or
the one you didn't properly plead to doesn't count toward the six.'" "WHAM! That
god damn crop cut across my butt." "'Darla I'm sorry I was a bitch,'" I said
quickly. "'Please let me suck your pussy.'" "WHAM, he hit me again." ''Darla I'm
sorry I was a bitch,'" I repeated. "'Please let me lick your nipples.'" "WHAM,
it landed the third time." "'Darla I'm sorry I was a bitch. Please let me kiss
your belly.'" "WHAM, it came still again, only this time I hurt so bad I
couldn't think of what I was to say." "'Too bad Sally' I heard Bob say behind me
while I fumbled trying to get words out. 'You lose that one.'" "WHAM, my ass was
on fire, and I screamed, but this time I managed to get it said." "'Darla I'm
sorry I was a bitch. Please let me suck your toes.'" "WHAM, he hit me again, but
as bad as it hurt, and it hurt terribly, I was learning how to beg." "'Darla I'm
sorry I was a bitch. Please.....'" "Well you get the idea. By now I hurt so bad
that I don't really remember what I begged her to let me do." "Whatever it was
it must have been right because Bob quit after seven lashes. My whipping wasn't
over tho." He handed the whip to Darla, and told her 'your turn Darla. I want
you to teach her a lesson. I want you to hit her twice just as hard as you can
across her nipples.' In fairness, Darla went a little pale at that, but he
handed her the whip and threatened her. 'Of course if you don't want to, that's
all right. I'll just give you two across your nipples instead.'" "WHAM, WHAM,
Darla at least didn't make me wait, or give him time to think up something else.
She let me have it quick...but God it hurt. It hurt so bad that I screamed and
passed out. By the time I came to, I was back on the floor cuffed to the end of
the bed like the night before. Bob slept in the bed with Darla, and I could hear
her moan and the springs squeak as he fucked her again and again. They finally
had enough, and I was able to get to sleep until just a little while ago. When I
awoke, Darla was gone. He had me shower and sent me in here to you." Sally was
crying again now. I held her in my arms and tried to comfort her. I asked her if
she knew what was going to happen now, and she just sobbed and shook her head.
************************* (to be Continued)
