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Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 10
The first day back at the job is usually a drag after the weekend. This one was compounded by a brief phone call from Mandy asking me to see her at lunchtime. I groaned inwardly, knowing it must have something to do with my behavior about getting a date with her mother. I was in a death spiral, or so it seemed. Last night's humiliation was still fresh in my mind and I wasn't in the mood for any other trouble.
Mandy made our conversation short and definitely not sweet. Evelynne had had a change of heart concerning me as a sex partner, and I was no longer welcome at her house. Any attempt on my part to continue the relationship would be answered by a complaint to management concerning my boorish behavior to her at work. These days even a hint that a male employee was harassing a female underling was cause for at best a suspension, and at worst being fired with no hope of getting any kind of positive recommendation. I gritted my teeth and took it like a man, or was it a mouse, or worse still, a wimp. Then to add insult to injury, Mandy insisted that I owed her mother one hundred bucks for her time and trouble on Friday evening and expected to be paid within the week.
I got home to an empty apartment as usual and discoverd an empty refrigerator as well. Keeping house was not one of their strong suits. Shopping for food killed some time and also made a dent in my wallet. While shopping, I decided to stiff Mandy and her crazy mother, concluding that she had very little leverage when it came to the issue of collecting her mom's "fee" for her services. In fact the more I thought of it, the more comfortable I became with my position on the matter. All I had to do at work was make sure I didn't give her any opportunity to accuse me of harassing her, something that would be very easy to do since we didn't work in close proximity.
The sisters didn't show up until nearly ten that evening, and seemed to be in fine fettle. Jill had gone directly to the spa after work and spent some time being shown the ropes by her sister. Frank, the owner, happened to see the two of them working away and he came over to compliment them and mention that their presence over the weekend had made his boat trip a great success. The pair were ravenous, they hadn't eaten much on the boat except cum and some stale pizza. In fact the guys had even jacked off onto one of the pizzas and dared them to down it before the cum set up, which they did, much to the delight of their audience. I scored some minor points for filling the refrigerator, but soon I was once more on the defensive.
It was Paula who brought the hammer down, flattening my cock and balls. As of now their pussies were off limits to yours truly's cock, but would be available for tonguing and sucking when appropriate. I was forbidden to seek other pussy without their permission. If they were so inclined they would select suitable sex partners for me and witness our initial coupling to make sure that we were compatible. I was forbidden to masturbate to ejaculation unless they were present and gave their approval.
Each night before I went to bed they would supervise me as I produced a sperm sample that would be tested by a third party to ascertain if I was cheating on the no ejaculation ban. They also reserved the right to determine what I could watch, limiting me to G-rated films plus all-male and transsexual tapes that they would select for my viewing. I was screwed!
To end a nearly perfectly fucked-up day, Jill and Paula sat on the edge of my bed, wearing only bikinis, and watched me beat off, not once but twice, just to make sure that I wouldn't have an accident that night while sleeping. Even that was made more humiliating by their request for me to scoop up the offending sperm from my belly and the surrounding area, and get rid of it by swallowing. The second time I jacked off for what seemed like an hour. Finally they took pity on me and provided a little girl-girl show including lots of french kissing and even some tongue in pussy action, which finally put me over the top.
The next day at work Mandy trolled by asking for her mom's fee and I told her no way. She glared at me and I didn't see her baleful presence for the rest of the day. That night she called the apartment and as luck would have it, Jill answered. It was fairly obvious when she handed me the phone with a knowing smirk that Mandy was on the other end. Instead it was Evelynne asking why I hadn't come over to see her since we had such a good time last Friday night. Then she stuck the knife into me, announcing that either Jill or I were going to have to come up with one hundred dollars by tomorrow, or Mandy was going to my boss about this situation. That sent a chill through me, but I still hung up on her, warning Evelynne that she was nothing but a cheap whore and wasn't worth any hundred bucks for her performance.
If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man. My wife was livid and read me the riot act in no uncertain terms. I remember her saying that she was too tired right now, but tomorrow when she and Paula got back from the spa, I was going over their laps for a sound spanking. I couldn't believe my ears. This was too much to take, and I said so. Jill glared at me and left the room. The next day at work Mandy finished me off by going to see my boss and telling her the sad story of me and her mother. Later that day I was summoned to the office of Lauren Manning to be confronted by Mandy who had poisoned the well so to speak. One look at my boss told me I was sunk.
My only hope was to tell the truth and hope for the best. Silly me, Ms. Manning didn't buy any of it. All I had managed to do was dig a deeper hole. She then proceeded to give me a lecture on married men fooling around and harassing unmarried women at work. As for my claims about poor Mandy's mother, those were inexcusable! Since it was my word against Mandy's, I knew who the HR person, also a woman, was going to believe. I closed my eyes and watched my one hundred dollars fly into Mandy's purse. For a brief moment I wanted to strangle the bitch, and then thought better of it. Instead I imagined her stark naked while I set fire to her stinking crotch that hadn't been shaved in years. That made me feel a lot better.
The skinny bitch flounced out of the room leaving me to face the wrath of my young boss, and she tore me a new one in a big hurry. She was about ten words away from me coming over the desk and strangling her, when she thought better of irritating me futher in her office with no witnesses around. I gave her one of those looks that meant "you just missed getting thrown out the window", just before turning and leaving her office. Things couldn't be worse, or could they?
The sisters didn't get back until almost ten that evening, and Paula had another unpleasant surprise for me. I guess it had been a very busy day and night at the spa, for she was loaded with cum. It seems that towel girls do get plenty of action once word gets around about them. She and my wife had decided to combine my spanking with some clean out work. I was in no mood to confess that I'd almost lost my job today and was going to be short one hundred bucks by tomorrow. So I stripped to the skin and allowed them to march me into the bathroom for my punishment and another strong dose of degradation. Jill insisted that I let her tie my hands behind my back to keep me from escaping my spanking.
So there I was, bent at the waist, my face buried between Paula's firm thighs, my tongue probing into her cum loaded cunt. Behind me Jill was walloping the hell out of my buns with her bare hands, alternating after half a dozen swats each. Paula was laughing at my reaction to the spanking. My tongue was doing tricks inside her twat and she was loving it. I don't know how much salty cum I suctioned from that well fucked snatch, but it was a bunch. As for the spanking, it was more humiliation than serious pain. Unfortunately I'd set the bar for spankings now. I just knew that Paula would somehow manage to get my ass under her control and tan it good. Knowing her, she wouldn't use her hands either. Afterwards they tucked me in after making me whack-off until I filled the small specimen bottle with cum, my first and last of the day.
The next day I ate humble pie in Ms.Mannings office, handing over one hundred dollars to Mandy who grinned evilly and accepted it without comment. Then she upped the ante with a carefully worded comment concerning justice not having been done. My boss quickly rose to the bait, informing Mandy that my file would soon contain a letter of rebuke concerning my attitude toward women in the workplace. The skinny sneak shrugged her narrow shoulders and suggested that something much more personal might be a better way to guarantee that I'd never venture into these waters again. Ms. Manning swallowed the bait, hook, line and sinker as well. I could see it coming like a freight train and I was tied to the tracks.
Mandy wondered if it might be possible for my boss and I to join her and her mother at their place tomorrow evening for a more definitive way to guarantee that I'd never again act negatively towards any woman in this company again. I could see by the way Lauren Manning's big tits were heaving up and down that the idea had taken hold and she was hot for the chance to really lord it over a man, well at least half a man considering what I was enduring these days.
I was now between a rock and a hard place. Dare I make a clean breast of it and confess to my wife and her nasty sister that I was going to be very late tomorrow night because I was going to be punished severely at Mandy's place for my attitude towards women in the workplace. I could just hear the laughter and then the malice from Paula. I could already hear her words. "Just an excuse for some strange pussy and to get around our rules."
That's when I really put my foot in it, suggesting that Jill call Mandy or Evelynne to confirm my story. Paula went it one step further, suggesting that Jill call my boss directly tomorrow to discuss this matter and be assured that no sexual activity was going to take place involving her husband. I was a cooked goose if she did that. On top of everything else, Paula had been bearing a gift for me, a tape showing her doing the nasty with a couple of lady members of the spa. She hinted strongly that one of them might be a suitable candidate to be my next sex partner since she was quite dominant and wanted a wussy or wimpy type to enjoy her charms.
To kill two birds with one stone while once more totally humiliating me, Paula made me strip and let her tie my hands behind my back. Then while she made me watch her and the two heavyset women go through their paces, she slowly jacked me off, bringing me close and then backing off as I twisted and turned in the wind, trying to will myself to ejaculate. While all this was going on, Jill called Mandy's place and got her on the line. They had a long discussion about what led up to the Friday night massacre as she described what would take place tomorrow. When she hung up, she was smiling and her eyes sparkled. She wouldn't say anything in front of me, but promised her sister the lowdown on what was planned for me tomorrow evening and probably a portion of Saturday as well. I was in deep yogurt, and my balls were slowly turning blue as Paula kept me on the edge, but never pushed me over the waterfall.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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