Fuckerware page Ch.

04
I looked down at the ground after he realized his mistake. Drive back to the office, there was silence.
I was hoping it was not charred recent interview. We took the elevator back to Sharon floor and
walked into her office.
"I've been thinking about a suitable punishment for you. Strip."
I immediately took off the dress and g-string. I learned to let the heels on so I did. When I pulled the
g-string off, ball slipped out of my pussy and made a clanking sound when it hit the floor.
"Wet enough, bitch?" Sharon ridiculed.
I blushed, then leaned down and picked up the ball. I cleaned it with my tongue as I cleaned all the
toys, my lady, "and then handed it back to her. Put them back in their case and opened one of her
drawers and threw them in. She also took the opportunity to pull the collar and leash. Least I was
completely blown last conversation, I thought. Cropping me, pulled at least, and we headed for the
door. My legs began to fade as we got to the elevator bank., I obediently followed her into the
elevator and lifted her floor. Where we go?
As a building manager had a master key to all the companies and I soon found myself walking
around my cube, a conference room and eventually my boss' office. Sharon opened the door and led
me inside. There was a picture of Linda and her husband on the table.
"I wanted to talk to your boss and see if you can feel how dirty you were in the club. You're probably
immune to your scent by this point, but I assure you that cute geek boy knew you were on the mark.
Due to This, I denied the pleasure to give you a little humiliation, I think we'll let Linda small gift for
tomorrow. "
I did not know what Sharon was talking and I did not think I wanted to know. Sharon sat Linda richly
appointed leather chair and motioned me into his lap. We started with an intense hand spanking, so I
remember my place. My ass was on fire, but with each slap, a wave of joy came into my pussy and
right into my brain. I was grinding my crotch to my mistress' feet just as I had on my poor dance
partner. I'm not sure if she let me, I could cum just from the beating, but my girlfriend had other
ideas.
She motioned for me to sit on the table. I'm sure my sweaty ass made a great impression on Linda
monthly planner that covers the top of the table. I spread legs, without being told. I was hoping that
my wife will soon give me some relief. She did, but not in the way I expected. Picking up my boss'
telephone receiver, she told me she masturbates with her. Wanted his scent on the mouthpiece, so
tomorrow morning my boss would surprise. I was pretty grossed at the thought, but I also needed to
cum and grabbed improvised toy and started rubbing against my slot.
Sharon drove me when I started to get rough Act. She helped disconnect the phone cord so I could
insert earphones deep into my pussy. I was hoping that my fluid would destroy the microphone, but I
was not about to stop. I was getting closer and closer, when Sharon slapped my hand and told me to
toe. I opened my eyes in horror and let the phone. She took the receiver from my glistening pussy
and plugged the cable back in. I watched carefully set the receiver back into the cradle the phone
without wiping off the excess juice. Then he stood up and motioned for me to do the same. I jumped
up from the table to stand beside her. The top sheet of paper stuck to a calendar on my ass and I had
to peel back. There was a perfect ass print on it.
"Now I want you to rub her little pink pussy all over the chair. Promote your scent around. Smell of
it really well."
After the telephone handset, this task seemed almost comical. I stood on the seat of a chair as
Sharon reassure her, I ran across a leather headrest. As low back chair showed problematic. I had to
sit on a chair and wrap his legs over the remains of a hand around the back to make contact. Sharon
was not happy with my efforts to get stuck two fingers inside me and after twisting them around my
undying gratitude, she took out and wiped them all over the chair. She repeated this process several
times until she was satisfied and I was gasping for breath mess. I begged her to tell me to cum. I'd
say, but not here.
She told me to crawl like a bitch dog I was and led me back into the hallway. Linda locked the door.
You never know, someone was there when he arrived the next day at the office. Sharon led and I as
we get back to his desk.
"Have you ever been fucked on the table?"
"No mam."
"No, it's not time as a gift."
This is how it came to be that the ten p.m. on Thursday night I found myself bent over my desk at
work, while another woman finger fucked me to orgasm. It was so beautiful. I knew that my desk
and most of my cube would feel like my boss 'office and I did not care. Went my mistress' fingers
when I ground my clit on the edge of the table and howled like an animal. Amazingly lady to allow
me to orgasm. I thought I would again stop at the edge. When we finished I fell to the ground,
grabbed her ankles and kiss her feet when she thanked again and again to let me cum.
"We are only at the beginning of the pet. You need to call your husband and remind him that he's not
coming home tonight."
I completely forgot Jim. My mind was dissipate over. I made a call from my cell. He did not seem
surprised. His voice sounded sleepy. He thanked me for calling and told me to have a good time. I
was relieved that he was trusted so much that I did not have to make up more of the story than girls
goodbye party for someone who was leaving. When I hung up, Sharon tugging on the leash again. I
was allowed to go this time. Sharon told me that two steps behind and one on the left. Always, two
rear and one on the left or right. We went back into the hallway and she locked the door of our
office. I thought I was heading back to his office. I was wrong.
Instead, we went around the corner and down the hall. This party had the men's room. I wonder if it
will have me leave a gift for the guys in the office too, but when we walked around the bathroom to
stop the freight elevator. I have a bad feeling in the pit of the stomach, as we expected. The elevator
arrived. It was definitely a service elevator lacks modern decorating touches our other lifts, but it
was another destination button, which immediately caught my attention. As well as the lobby, where
other lifts were ending B1, B2 and B3. Sub-basement third Missis "other authority. I realized as we
descended, our last meeting was held in this house, and I knew where we were headed.
The elevator was much slower than passenger elevators, which gave me more time to think, fear,
remember, and even a little dream. Slowly we descended into the interior of the basement. As the
door opened, I immediately knew dimly lit, damp, musty hallway. Walking out of the elevator, I
noticed the gate was closed heading to the old dressing rooms. Sharon never place it leads me
directly to the security office. LaShawn was not in service. Another guard, Tasha was. Obviously we
waited and said that LaShawn are raving about my oral skills. She said that she was very ready to
"bribe her," and spread her legs for me. Like LaShawn before her, our meeting was very factual.
Apparently my language access fee paid to the locker room. After Tasha was satisfied, three orgasms
later filed a key to Sharon. Traveling down the hallway, I feel alive, when we went into the unknown.
At least I do not know. I had no idea what to expect.
This time I was allowed to see the room. As I pictured in my mind, cloakroom has been long
neglected and really not suitable for use. The tiles were moldy, even when it seemed that all the
accessories are functional. The former warehouse that was converted to a make-shift jail was
cleaner. The paint was a few years old, but still nice. There was a lot of bondage and S & M gear
have serious party. I wondered what Sharon had in store for me. As it turned out, not much. She let
me go to the bathroom and then I tied to twin size bed in the corner. Then the dildo strapped to his
chin and rode my face until she cried out in ecstasy. It was close to 11 when she arrived. Then he
pulled out a thin blanket over my body and told me that he went home. I started squirming in their
bonds. I did not want to be left there alone. She told me not to worry, that Tasha will look after me,
and that would be me in the morning. She turned off the lights on the way out. It was very quiet. The
only sound I could hear was my heartbeat and my breathing.
He left without stimulation and no way to get itself off, I finally fell asleep. Truthfully, I slept very
well. I do not remember waking up all night, until I felt the pressure on his head. I woke up in the
dim bathroom light that shines around the open door of my room. Rising and falling over my face
was very juicy pussy of another woman. I could not look at her face. All I saw was a pussy and boobs.
She had a shirt on guard, so I assumed it was LaShawn. She did not speak. Just took pleasure until
she was satisfied, and then put the skirt back and walked out the door. A few minutes later, Tasha
walked scene is repeated. She dropped the skirt fucked my face, came and climbed down. Instead of
dressing now, however, she undid my bonds.
"I'm off duty. You have to go to the toilet and shower. Smell like a brothel."
I did not want to ask her, but at least part of the scent from her and her partner's safety. Still, I'm
glad loose, so I did as she instructed. Shower tiles were pretty ugly, but the water pressure was
good and the temperature was warm. The shower felt great and I spent a little longer than necessary
and relaxation. I had my eyes closed standing under a cascade of water to let your body get back to
a sense of normalcy when I heard Tasha below.
"Enough whore. Want to go home. Then come back."
I snapped back to the present and turned off the water. I toweled off and returned to the dungeon
room, as I learned, Tasha and LaShawn liked to call it. I was hoping you had some clothes for me to
wear, so I could either go home or to work. I could not tell what time it is, but it came a shift change
was probably either 6 or 7 hours. When I walked into prison, Tasha was tapped on the cylinder must
be bound to the last time I was here.
"I know you liked it last time, bitch. Saw video of you as you come up the machine fuck your wife." I
am sure that you will enjoy as well as today. "
I had a chance to look at the lights this time. It looked like a short horse gymnastics pears. I guess
that's what started life as. It has since been modified to retaining hooks, the clitoris, vibration, and a
few things I probably was not introduced to yet. I did not hesitate to bend to his horse again. I was
hoping LaShawn join me back the fuck machine. If I had to wait for Mrs. Sharon, at least I enjoy it.
Once I was restrained, Tasha stood in front of me, bent down and pushed her ass in his face.
"Language has brown eyes white girl. These white sluts always like tasting black ass, right?"
I could not speak for all white girls, but I know that I found two black security guards on. Both
seemed to be strong, which was very attractive. Tasha land her ass in your face rubbed foul tasting
hole around the mouth and nose. She wiped her face for a few minutes until it tired of this game. I
thought he wanted me to eat again, but she began to walk away. Apparently the smell of ass will
stick with me for a while.
I heard that Tasha in one of the cabinets. She returned with two items. One of them was a big anal
plug with long hair tail. The second was my ever present blindfolded.
"I've always liked the look of the tail.'ve Never let anyone stick something in front of the size of the
ass, but I'm sure that you can take."
"I begged her to that thing in me, but it was useless. Least lubed it well before she started to push
and wiggle my rectum. Was much larger than the butt plug from vibrating panties.'d Always thought
it was quite a large dildo I used last night in the bathroom was not at this size. What felt like I was
split apart. growled and snarled'm trying to make my mind off violation, but Tasha will not take no
for an answer and kept pushing, until my body finally brought a phallus buried in the ass. I felt the
hairs of my new tail brushing against my ass cheeks and thighs. I could not see it, but I'm sure my
tail presented quite a sight as he entered the room and the first thing you see I bent over the pears
horse with its tail sticking out of his ass.
Tasha returned secured in front of me blindfolded. Whatever happens next, I would without sight. I
could tell he was going on around me, when I felt a sharp slap on the ass.
"Relax bitch., Your lover will be here soon."
I heard him laugh when he went out, and then heard the click of the switch and closing the door.
Lovers? I heard her right? Did not really use the plural form of the word?
I was left alone in the dark. I was naked, cold, and tied bent over pears horses. All I can do is wait
and think about it. So I could also feel the juice running down my leg. Luckily I did not have to wait
long. After only about 15 minutes I heard the door opening again. I felt a gentle hand running over
my ass and back.
"Good morning pet," I heard Sharon say. "How did you sleep last night?"
I started to answer, but I stopped when I felt her finger begins to penetrate its moisture.
"I can say that they are still happy with our little arrangement," she cooed as her fingers continued
to explore my pussy.
"No doubt you are wondering what is going to happen. Allow me to explain a little bit. Belong to a
group of girlfriends, exchanging ideas and sometimes slaves., Each of us has a stable of women
willing to do our bidding. Figures vary, but each of us usually holds one to four slaves at any given
time, some of us are strictly lesbian., some of us share with our husbands'
.
I tried to concentrate on what the lady told me, but it was hard when i continue to manipulate my
sex.
"Since we do swap slaves from time to time, we all agreed to vote on adding anyone to the group.
Today you will meet three more mistresses and perhaps some of his slaves. When you belong to me
must serve them without question or restrictions if our relationship is to work. room you have my
private sanctuary.'m just so their slaves here and share them only with LaShawn and Tasha. As a
result of my conversations with other lovers will not be here. however, I have a lot of work to do
today, so it will be in this house. "
If I was not tied to a horse pears, I think my knees would have buckled.
"You can still back., I'm sure it was not exactly what you expected this morning. If you choose to
proceed, you need to call your boss and tell her you're sick or something. Probably you should call
your husband too. Tell him that you have a hangover, but otherwise fine. want to continue? "
"Yes, ma'am," I answered immediately.
"Okay. Lets You are ready."
Ms. Sharon I unzipped and pulled my scarf. I blinked several times, as my eyes adjusted to the light.
She was wearing a tight-fitting mocha brown dress. Length is below the knee, and she had on shoes
with a slight heel one inch. She looked professional, simple and certainly not as wild lover, who now
controlled his sexual life.
She looked at my cock and Tasha chastised for entering me. I like the tail of some slaves, but they
were not ready for it. Sorry about that. If you are accepted into the group, I will make sure that you
have enough anal training that using it would be a pleasant experience. I have not decided whether
I'll pony train yet so let's just forget about it now. My wife slowly pulled the striker out of my ass. I
felt more violated than I ever had with her before. I was sure my ass will never be the same.
I had a shower and fix my hair and make-up. She told me I prepared to impress. I was almost
finished when approached me from behind and started patting powder all over my body. "Believe
me," she said.
She led me back to prison, and I had to sit on a small stool. I looked at the chair expecting to see a
dildo stuck up or anything, but sometimes stool is a stool. Ms. Sharon then opened the box and
pulled out a strange-looking clothes.
"We are pleased with our play dress slaves. Today will be Batgirl. Unlike Yvonne Craig on the TV
show, but you will not teasee teasor. How'd you but that is always glad when tied up."
My lady holding a purple latex catsuit in hand. I've never seen such a thing up close. It was so scary
and exciting at the same time. Sharon began to unfold suit and helped me move into her legs. I
would never wear something so form fitting and constricting before. He understood the need for
talc. It was a challenge, although my mistress' feet to help get the suit. I could only assume that the
hull will be more of a challenge, and it was. Had to bend over and pull your hands to the will in a suit
to get on my body. When I stood back to tighten the breath. Tam was built in bra, which snuggled
around my chest. Ms. Sharon then slid a couple of purple go-go boots on his feet. looked like a
strange choice, but I was not about to complain. Tam was the strap at the top of shoes that my lady
tight and then locked in place with a small lock the boot. Boty not leave until she was ready for them
to come off.
My hands were covered in latex catsuit gloves created by myself, although my wife saw fit to soft
purple wrist cuffs. Finally, purple latex hood pulled over his head. Hair flowed under the edge of the
hood. My wife teased hair, so it was put around my head and not crowding unevenly. The hood had
to build in a plastic ears on top of a small slit for the eyes and over the ears. My nose was held in a
plastic nose piece inside the mask, but the holes were large enough to normal breathing. In the
mouth opening was quite large. My entire lip area and part of my face pushed into the hole and
could see, or more available for the pleasure of my lady. "
I looked at the transformation in the mirror. The suit fits me like a second skin. Each curve of my
body was emphasized. Built in bra looked like something Madonna or Lady Gaga would wear. I do
not think there was a lot of me holding a solid cone-shaped breasts that pushed obscenely from the
front of the suit high on my chest. The shoes were a challenge to go in. I started to get used to
walking in heels as high, but the tightness of the suit from moving heavy legs and let me unstable.
When we started to walk out of the locker room and the hallway, I began to feel euphoria and
warmth wash over my body. Tasha was our first stop to your opinion of my clothes. I was surprised
that it was favorable. I was fully prepared to fix it again, but Mrs. Sharon directed me back to the
hallway.
As we waited for the freight elevator, Ms. Sharon attach two additional pieces of latex over the eye
slits. Apparently she did not want me to know where we are going. I tried to count the floors on the
elevator. I could not be sure, but I think we stopped one floor below the office Sharon and two floors
below mine. I hurried out of the elevator.