Rape

Another day, and more mail dropped on the mat from the postman. Brian picked them up, sweating, as he knew they were all bills, wanting money yesterday. Brian lost his cool again.

‘How much longer are you going to take to find a bloody job, Tracy? We are bleeding ourselves dry, spending more than we earn, and still you can’t get a damn job. I’m working my butt off, and what are you doing? Nothing!!’ It was the start of another row between the married couple, and it had passed the point of sensible discussion. Only in their early thirties, and with 4 young children, things were desperate, and they were really almost at each other’s throats by now.

‘I’ve tried and tried, you know that,’ replied Tracy. ‘I’ve been for umpteen interviews, looked in the paper each day and I phone the agencies each day, don’t I? I don’t know what else I can do.’ They could hardly speak to one another any more, and as for sex, well, it had been a non-starter for the last few months at least.

‘Well, you want to try a bit harder, don’t you, because if something doesn’t come up soon, we’re going to have to sell the house………and I’ve put every dollar I’ve earned into this fuckin’ place,’ and Brian stormed out of the house to work, leaving Tracy in tears again, not knowing which way to turn.

Tracy was in her early 30s, and in spite of 4 children, she was still a good looking woman. Only just 5ft, blonde, she had a real hot body, large, shapely breasts, firm slim legs and a wonderfully tight ass. Sex with Brian used to be fantastic and there was really nothing that she wouldn’t do for her husband, but the recent stress of trying to keep a home and bring up four children had got to them both, and now they had a job to even speak in bed.

She had used to regularly go to the gym to keep her body firm and slim, but that was the first thing to go when finances became tight, but even so she still attracted leering looks when she was out shopping or taking the kids to school. She really racked her brains again to try and think of a way out of this terrible mess that was risking her home and marriage. After calming down a little, she tried the agency again, more in desperation than optimism.

‘I hoped that you would ring, Tracy. Something has just come in this morning, and it might be just ideal for you. Here’s the phone number, and it’s Rob Hampshire you need to speak to. Mind you, the hours are a bit funny.’ Tracy’s heart almost burst with excitement as she tried to write down the number, and then she composed herself as best she could before ringing. Right now, any job would do, anything to bring some money in and make life a little easier again.

Eventually, she got put through to Mr Hampshire who told her that he was looking for an office ‘Girl Friday’ to help out his business.

‘I want a girl who is prepared to work hard, looking after my admin and other jobs I have, and it is likely to involve two late evenings per week. How do you feel about that?’ Tracy had to think on her feet……she was desperate for the work, and if this is all she could get for the time being, then so be it. She said it wasn’t a problem, and agreed to go along to see Mr Hampshire the following morning.

Hampshire was in his mid fifties, silver-grey hair, tall and distinguished, with a strong presence and, smartly dressed in a dark suit with collar and tie, he gave the air of a powerful and influential entrepreneur. He showed Tracy into his plush office and told her about his business. Born in the UK, he had settled in the US a few years ago, and now he ran a big leisure company with branches all over the State, and the companies involved night-clubs, hotels, ice-rinks, bowling alleys, pleasure boats on the lakes and rivers, and a number of candy kiosks all over the place. His main admin office was a few miles outside of Dallas, on the banks of White Rock Lake where, he said, up to thirty or so cruisers and smaller boats were kept for hire, as part of the pleasure boat business. The main office was on the ground floor, which Tracy had reported to when she first arrived.

She was led up the plush wooden stairway to Hampshire’s big office, and noticed there were only 3 other doors on the landing….two for the gents and ladies, and the third was unmarked. She immediately was in awe of the big man as he towered over her, his deep voice and blue-eyed stare dominating the situation, as he showed Tracy to a chair opposite his desk.

‘If you don’t measure up to the hard work, you’ll be out. OK? I pay my staff well, and there are good spin offs to working for this company. You can see the great view out onto the Lake, so it’s a good office to work in, but I expect loyalty and I expect the job to get done. You get Wednesdays off but Monday and Tuesday you work from 9 ’til 3 and Thursday and Friday, you work from 3 ’til 9 in the evening. That’s because boats are leaving or coming back from hire, especially in the summer, and I don’t want paper work hanging about. That’s what it is. You’ve got a nice office next to mine, and you keep my diary up to date when I’m not here. What’s the answer?’

As he watched Tracy, Rob Hampshire looked the blonde woman deliberately up and down, taking in her firm breasts in the smart blazer, and her gorgeous legs as she sat cross legged in the cream skirt. She shivered at his icy look, as she had been put on the spot, but she had also been given a job offer. The thought of being late home on Thursday and Fridays wouldn’t be very popular with Brian, but times were desperate, and Tracy thought that really, she had no option but to accept the offer. Brian would just have to help out with the baby sitting now and then. The salary being offered would make all the difference anyway.

‘Thankyou, thankyou, Mr Hampshire. You don’t know how grateful I am to be offered a job again. I won’t let you down.’

‘I’m sure you won’t, Tracy,’ Hampshire replied with a glint in his eye, casting his eyes over the shapely body again. ‘Start Monday morning, be here sharp at 9, and I’ll get one of the girls to sort your office out for you.’

Tracy drove the half hour back home with a song in her heart, and more excited than she’d been for a long time. God, they needed the money, and she couldn’t fuck up on this now. Brian would be chuffed as hell, and perhaps they could start being a happy, loving couple again!! She bought steak for dinner, Brian seemed as excited as she was and they made love that night for the first time in ages.

Tracy drove her Saturn saloon over to White Rock Lake on Monday morning, as nervous as hell but really excited to be back working again. She looked really smart, a well cut dark suit, high heels and dark tights making her look really efficient and fetching at the same time. Hampshire wasn’t there that day, but one of the girls from the downstairs office showed Tracy to her new office upstairs, and she spent most of the day acquainting herself with the filing system, the computer, and all the other little things in her office. She could look out of her window at all the boats moving around on the Lake, make herself coffee whenever she wanted, and generally get used to the environment.

Tracy made a point of going downstairs to introduce herself to the rest of the staff at White Rock, and she was amazed how many of them, particularly the males, took the time out to talk to her and be as pleasant and helpful as possible. She also couldn’t fail to notice how they all drank in her perfume and shapely figure, and her feminine intuition knew that eyes were watching her body as she moved around the office…was it surprising?? Tracy knew she was going to enjoy working here. Back in her office, she had already seen a big black book on her desk marked ‘Mr Hampshire’s Diary’ and, noting that there was nothing booked for today, she was able to relax and just settle herself into the new surroundings. She was also aware that there was an adjoining door between her office and Hampshire’s, so that he could come and go without having to go out onto the landing.

Slowly, Tracy settled into the office routine, taking dictation from Hampshire, meeting guests with appointments, taking calls for the boss, organising his diary etc etc, and she really began to enjoy her work. On Thursday and Friday evenings, she had to go down to the boat yard to collect time sheets from the dozen or so men who worked the boats, and on the Friday evening, Tracy would have to go back with the pay slips for all the men. She got to know these men and was even offered a trip out on the lake in one of the cruisers. She declined on that occasion, but hoped that she could do it at a later date. Life was good again!!

Her first pay cheque at the end of the month led to a little celebration with Brian, a meal out at a nice restaurant, and then a wonderful session in bed where Tracy sucked Brian into her beautiful mouth before swallowing all his pent up frustrations down into her accommodating throat. Things seemed to be back on a calm, even keel again, and life looked rosy. Until a bombshell hit Tracy!

‘Come into the office, Tracy, and close the door!’ Rob Hampshire sounded severe and commanding, but this was his usual attitude, so Tracy thought very little of it. It was first thing on a Monday morning, and she thought there would be a lot of business to attend to for the boss, but he sat behind his desk and just looked at her as she stood before him. His eyes studied Tracy’s firm tits that were fighting the tight, red sweat shirt that she wore, and the more he looked, the harder her nipples became. Tracy began to blush, and tried to break the ice.

‘Yes, Mr Hampshire? You look pretty serious. Anything wrong?’

‘I think there is, Tracy. In fact, I know there is. Do you and your husband take me for a fool? Don’t answer that, because I’m nobody’s fool. For the last six months my overheads in the night clubs have risen sky high for no good reason, and it was only one of my sharp eyed accounts staff that noticed it.’ Tracy had no idea what he was talking about, but he looked pretty frightening and menacing. Still, how could this affect her or Brian? Hampshire went on.

‘I use an agency to clean the clubs, and they send about one hundred cleaners to do the work, but for the last 6 months, we have been paying a monthly invoice for THREE hundred cleaners. We have paid it in good faith, but we have been conned. And do you know who has been signing the invoice on behalf of the agency? Your husband, Tracy. Your husband has been sending an invoice for 200 staff that don’t exist!! That’s 200 by about $300 a month which is about,’ and Hampshire stood up behind his desk, even more threateningly. ‘It’s about $60,000 a month, and over the six months, that’s over $300,000 dollars. My company has been embezzled to the tune of $300,000 dollars, and your fucking husband has been sending the invoices.’

Tracy, by now, was frozen to the spot. The figure kept going over in her mind. Brian DID work for the financial company that looked after the agency, he DID sign the invoices that went out, but there was no way in the world that he had acquired $350,000 dollars in the last six months………they were in debt all over the place, including possibly losing the house, so Tracy knew exactly what the financial position was. But, what could she say to Hampshire.

‘Mr Hampshire, I’ve got no idea what’s been going on at my husband’s company…he certainly wouldn’t be stealing from you….’ She was almost stuttering the words out as she was so nervous and frightened, and could see not only the loss of her new job, but possibly a big police investigation and………oh God, it didn’t bear thinking about. ‘We’re really hard up, Mr Hampshire, with hardly any money at all, and it was only me getting this job that saved us from the bankruptcy court, and perhaps losing our house. You’ve got to believe me. There must be another reason why these mistakes have occurred,’ and Tracy could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

Hampshire looked unsympathetic!

‘Well, he’s signing dud invoices, and now you’re working for me. Seems a bit fishy, doesn’t it? As though you both think I’m a soft touch who can be taken for a ride. Well, you’re going to find out that I’m NOT a soft touch, and I’m going to get my money back, even if it means you both going to prison and end up in hell!!! Rob Hampshire doesn’t get taken for a ride, ever, and bigger people than you and your husband have tried and failed, so Tracy, or whatever your fuckin’ name is, I should brace yourself for a trip to the Police Department, and then a few years inside the iron bars of a comfy prison!’ He stood only a few feet away from Tracy as she suddenly burst into tears, and she had no way to turn.

She had no ammunition to argue the situation, she could see her whole world collapsing around her, and she was likely to faint at any moment. Brian would never steal from anybody, and she certainly had no idea how the error could have been made, but she knew that her nice new job was almost certainly over. She could only plead her innocence.

‘Mr Hampshire, oh my God, I don’t know what’s happened here, but I can only promise you that neither I nor Brian would ever dream of embezzling anybody. I’m sure he only signs the invoices, and has no idea of how many cleaners are being used by the agency, but…..but…’ Hampshire didn’t let her continue.

‘I’ve thought about calling in the police right now, but I’ve decided to wait 24 hours, so you go home and think about all that money you and your husband owe me. Think about your kids, Tracy, and what’s going to happen to them! They’ll probably have to stay with relatives while you’re in prison, won’t they, or even go to a foster home! Go home, and be back here sharp at 9o’clock tomorrow. If you don’t, I’ll have the police come round to your house. People like you piss me off…..you think you can get away with trying to shit on me……….well, you be here tomorrow. Now fuck off!’

It was no good saying anything else…Rob Hampshire couldn’t be argued with. Tracy drove home in a trance with all the most terrible scenarios going round in her head. She daren’t talk to Brian about it, as it would probably give him a heart attack, and she could only get back to the office next morning to try and face Hampshire again. She trembled as she stood before him again.

‘I’ve spoken to the Chief Executive of your husband’s company, and I’ve told him in no uncertain terms what’s been happening. I want my money back, and I don’t care who goes to the wall! If he finds out it was your husband screwing me, then I’ll make sure that both he and you get punished like you’ve never thought about before. He’s going to get his auditors in. So don’t think this is over Tracy, because it’s only just begun. As for you, well you’re in deep shit, aren’t you? You need money, don’t you? You need a job, don’t you?’ He moved behind her as she sat in front of his desk, and Tracy shivered knowing that he was looking down on her from behind.

‘Mr Hampshire, I’m….I’m really very sorry for what’s happened….really sorry. I can only say it was nothing to do with me, or Brian, but, yes, we do need the money and I don’t know what I’ll do if you fire me. Please, please………just let me stay on while the auditors look at the books……..I’ll do……..I’ll do anything to show you it wasn’t me………just give me a chance, and I promise………I promise I’ll be the best ‘Girl Friday’ you’ve ever had.’ She shivered again, the tears welling up once more.

Tracy didn’t really know what she had been saying, she was just pleading her case, trying to keep hold of her job, hoping that in the meantime, the matter would be sorted out. Christ, what were the alternatives? Just then, she felt Hampshire’s hand gently grasp her blonde hair at the back. She almost jumped.

‘Do you really think I should keep you on, Tracy, rather than sack you? Why should I keep you on?’ and he carried on stroking the blonde hair, teasing and slowly pulling Tracy’s head back until she had to look back and up into the ice blue eyes.

‘Because I really do need the job, Mr Hampshire, and I know you’re not happy with what you think I’ve done, but I’ll do anything you say, and prove to you that I’m a good worker and can be trusted.’ She trembled again as she pleaded to this unforgiving man. He let go of her hair and walked round in front of his desk to face her.

‘You now are going to show me just what a good ‘Girl Friday’ and loyal employee you are. You know the alternatives, and you don’t want that, do you? What I say goes in this company and you owe me, big time. Any hint of disobedience or a failure to look after my interests, and I’ll throw the book at you, so bringing in the police has been put on hold. What happens in this office has nothing to do with your husband, so you remain loyal to me and to my company, and you just do as I tell you, no matter what it may be, and you don’t discuss anything outside here. Understand?’ Tracy’s breasts were heaving as the adrenalin was flowing through her body. She could see Hampshire looking at her up and down, and she almost cried with relief at the chance she was being given. She didn’t care that he had stroked her hair, or watched her big breasts heaving in the tight shirt, she only thought of Rob Hampshire letting her keep her job, at least for the time being. She went back into her office, sat at her desk, and just cried to herself for 5 minutes.

When she had composed herself, and had a black coffee, Tracy knocked on Hampshire’s door again to discuss his diary. He called her in and watched as she walked to his desk.

‘Do you get good sex at home, Tracy? Does your husband fuck you well? You’ve sure got a hot body, so something must keep you in shape.’ Tracy was initially embarrassed and shocked by the questions, but knew there was no way she could protest. Hampshire had total control over her.

‘Yes, I enjoy sex with my husband, and I try to keep in shape. Why do you ask, Mr Hampshire?’

‘Well, I think a woman like you, especially in the position you now find yourself, is a great asset, and I think that I, and my company, can train you, Tracy, to be an obedient little woman for whatever we need to achieve. Do you understand what I’m saying….I hope you do, Tracy!’ Tracy looked coy and shy once more, as she had no doubt what Hampshire was alluding to. She looked down at her knees, not able to look the boss in the eye, but not daring to argue with him.

‘Yes, Mr Hampshire, I understand what you’re saying, but………’ Hampshire sat down in his seat behind the plush desk.

‘Go and lock my office door, Tracy, and come back and stand in front of the desk.’ The blonde mother trembled again, but went to the door and switched the lock over. She turned and slowly went back in front of Hampshire’s desk, blushing and wondering what was coming next.

‘You always look very smart, but I don’t like the conservative clothes you wear. I want you to wear something different in the future, particularly as I want you meeting clients and help me get more business. Understand?’

‘Well Mr Hampshire, I thought that I should……..’

‘Too conservative! Undo the blouse, I want to see the shape of your skin.’

‘B…bu…but, Mr Hamp………’

‘No buts, Tracy. Just undo the blouse. I want you to dress how I want from now on. Do it.’ Tracy had never been propositioned like this before, and so blatantly, but Rob Hampshire held her future in the palm of his hand and did she really have an option. Not if she didn’t want to be unemployed, or have the police involved in the allegations. She took a huge breath and began to undo the buttons on the black blouse.

‘I really shouldn’t be doing this, Mr Hampshire. I think you’re taking advantage of me.’

‘Resign then, Tracy. I don’t think you want to, do you, and besides, I’m not going to tell your husband if you just behave yourself and do as I say.’ By now, Tracy had undone all the buttons and her skimpy red bra could be seen peeping out. She tried to hold the blouse together.
‘Slip off the blouse, Tracy, and undo the skirt.’

‘God, Mr Hampshire, you can’t do this. I work here, I’m not a tart or your toy, pleaseeee………..,’ but Rob Hampshire just grinned as he sat back in his chair.

‘Look Tracy. Let’s get this clear. If you want to carry on working here, then you forget you are married and do not protest every time I ask you to do something. Got it? You’re caught between a rock and a hard place, and you do as I fuckin’ tell you. Now take off your blouse and skirt, or walk out the door.’

Tracy shivered and trembled again, but slowly she let her blouse drop to the floor, and then she unclipped the cream skirt. As she let that slide to her feet and stepped out of it, she sensed Hampshire’s eyes scanning every inch of her body. The red bra was tiny and Tracy’s breasts spilled beautifully over the top and wobbled seductively with each breath she took, and between her legs was only the tiniest red thong which left almost nothing to the imagination, apart from the actual lips of her bare vagina. She might as well have been naked, and Tracy could feel the tears start to form again. She looked at the floor, trying not to move, but fully aware that Hampshire was enjoying, and milking, every second.

He made her turn round and watched the cheeks of her bottom clench tightly around the strip of material between her cheeks. He could see her fine, shapely legs in the high heels, and he could see the slim waist that still looked in good condition, even after four kids.

‘If your clothes aren’t hot enough in future, Tracy, then I’ll make you strip off again, and work just in your underwear. You can take the rest of the day off to go down to the mall to get some new outfits, but I want to see your assets from now on, so make sure the new clothes are hot and show off what you’ve got under them. Understand again, Tracy? That’s the way it’s going to be from now on. On this one occasion you can send the bill for the clothes to my office period.’

‘Yes, yes, Mr Hampshire. I understand. I really do.’ She grabbed her clothes, rushed into her office, and slumped in her chair. There was no doubt that she would have to do as he said, but would she have the nerve to dress in the office as he had instructed. There was a daring feeling within her, though, that perhaps she might enjoy some new, sexy outfits, and if it was going to get her on the right side of the boss, then it wasn’t such a hard task after all. Tracy spent the afternoon looking round the boutiques.

That night, she let Brian fuck her, but all the time she was thinking back to Rob Hampshire watching her take her clothes off in his office and, although it filled her with dread, it also gave her an excited tingle in her loins and it didn’t take her long to come to a wonderful orgasm with her husband’s cock pounding away inside her.

‘That’s much better, Tracy. It seems you’ve taken my advice.’ She was in Hampshire’s office again, at 3 on Thursday afternoon. She had dressed and got out of the house, and driven the Saturn saloon over to White Rock wearing such a hot outfit. Her shoes were 4inch white heels, she was bare legged, and the white, denim skirt was tight and only came half way down her brown thighs. The top was a button down pink shirt, and Tracy had bought a stunning new bra which held her breasts up impossibly high so they looked like a hard, jutting platform. She looked stunning.

‘Yes, Mr Hampshire. I hope you approve.’

‘I do, I do,’ and he walked towards her and ran his finger down between her breasts, opening three shirt buttons as he did, so that most of Tracy’s thrusting tits were now on view. ‘Leave it, Tracy, leave it like that. Now get your pad, I want to dictate a letter before you go down to the boat yard.’ As she sat on her chair taking the letter details, Tracy knew the skirt was right up round her thighs and Rob could probably see her thong, but again the tingling came back to her and she just carried on. She felt heady, embarrassed but a little horny period.

At the end of the dictation, Tracy rose to return to her office, but was interrupted by Hampshire.. ‘I like the outfit Tracy, but I don’t want underwear. When you’ve typed the letter, bring it back and don’t have your underwear on. OK?’

‘Mr Hampshire, you’re not really treating me with any respect, are you? I don’t…….’

‘No lady, no respect, but you’ll just have to put up with that, won’t you. Just answer this question. Do you want to keep this job, knowing what we do, and knowing that I’m going to treat you just how I want, and have you behaving just how I want, whenever I want? Go on, answer it’ Tracy just bowed her head and knew full well that he was in complete control of her, and could do anything he wanted.

‘Yes, Mr Hampshire, I want the job,’ and she turned and went back to her own room, her head down again. Of course, when she returned with the typed letter a few minutes later, she saw Rob Hampshire grinning as he could see the wonderful breasts now free from the bra. Tracy’s nipples now poked hard at the tight blouse which still had the 3 buttons undone, showing off the solid flesh of the glorious mounds.

‘Come round this side of the desk,’ he instructed. Tracy sidled around to where Hampshire was sitting, and came close as he beckoned. As she stood by his seat, Hampshire looked into her eyes and then ran his hand up the inside of the short skirt. Tracy closed her eyes and felt the big, firm hand on her thighs as it crept up and up her skin right to the top of her legs and then……oh Christ, she could feel her boss’s hand on her bare pussy. She daren’t move.

‘Good girl, Tracy. I can see you’re becoming an obedient woman, and it will benefit you in the long run. You keep yourself shaved, don’t you?’

‘Mr Hampshire, is this really necessary?……. Oh my God, not there, Mr Ham……….oh God, pleeeeeeease……..,’ but she couldn’t move as his fingers expertly ran up and down her cunt lips and found her clit. It was starting to get hard and flower, something that Tracy didn’t want to happen, but now that it was, she couldn’t tear herself away. Hampshire kept up the massage, feeling his ‘Girl Friday’ starting to get wet between her legs, and watching her breasts start to heave in the tight, pink shirt. Then he suddenly stopped, leaving Tracy stuck between excitement and shame.

‘Yes, Tracy, as long as you obey me and my instructions, we’re going to get along fine. Now, take this letter down to Jones in accounts downstairs, and from now on, no underwear. Understand?’ Tracy turned to go. ‘Oh and by the way, undo another shirt button before you go. Now, Tracy!’

Tracy made her way down the landing stairs with no underwear and 4 of her shirt buttons undone, showing an obscene amount of her tits moving about on full view. She was a complete submissive to Hampshire now, shaking with embarrassment at the way her integrity and respect had been stripped from her, but seeing very little alternative. She had stripped to her underwear, she had been ordered not to wear underwear at all, and the boss had put his hand up her skirt and openly played with her cunt, making her wet. Blackmail was leading Tracy down a very dangerous path, but Hampshire could make things a whole lot worse if he wanted. She was trapped!!!

She almost ran through the accounts section, looking for Jones, and this only made her tits bounce up and down without any protection. Her face was flushed and nearly everybody in the section stopped to look at the wonderful body moving quickly across the floor. There were smiles, winks, and smirks, and Tracy knew that everybody was watching her, and she got back to her office as quickly as possible. God, she felt hot and excited, as well as ashamed at her actions.

Over the weeks, Tracy got used to not wearing underwear to the office, and eventually coped with the rest of the staff ogling her hot figure. More and more people tried to engage her in conversation at any opportunity, and she always caught some trying to see down her blouse or look up her skirts. Although now back to fucking Brian on a regular basis, when she was not at work, Tracy missed the thrills that she was now getting at the office. Occasionally, Rob Hampshire would surprise her by checking up her skirt, and she just had to stand there and enjoy his hand playing with her cunt…….she had no option, and actually it was quite nice.

‘No, no, Mr Hamps………,’ she moaned on one occasion as his hand was up her short, polka dot dress. It was beautifully short, as instructed, with a V-neck, and she looked delectable, but today, Hampshire’s finger had pushed open her cunt lips and he was pushing up inside her…….for the first time.

‘You’ve got a hot cunt, Tracy, really hot. Pull the dress up to your waist.’ Her eyes closed and Tracy shivered. This is going too far! But like a zombie on batteries, Tracy held the material and gently pulled it up to her waist, revealing her naked skin and Hampshire’s finger buried right up inside her. He felt good inside her, but Tracy would never say so, and then he pushed another finger inside.

‘Umm, ummmm……….Mr Hampshire, no, no, you can’t……….God……..,’ and the boss just smiled as he gently pushed his digits in and out of the receptive body.

‘Very good, Tracy. You’re very good, aren’t you? Now, you join me. You run your fingers over your clit and see how hot you are!’

Tracy certainly was beginning to feel horny and the erotic feelings were welling up in her body, but how could she give in and admit that her desires were overtaking her?

‘Do it, Tracy. You have no choice, do you….and anyway, you know you want to’

She closed her eyes, and bit her tongue and then Tracy lowered one hand while the other held the dress up. Her fingers touched her clit and it was on fire. Rob was in her cunt with his fingers and Tracy was now caressing her clit, and the scene was set! Nothing was said as both concentrated on bringing more and more relief to a body that was now aching for satisfaction.

‘Say you like it, Tracy. Say you want to go on and get off. Go on slut, say the words.’ The words hit Tracy like a bullet and, far from turning her off, to think that she was Hampshire’s slut made her worse, and her fingers moved up a gear to pummel her clit much harder. Hampshire grinned and just kept pushing in and out, in and out, and it was obvious Tracy was going to have an orgasm.

‘Lean against the desk, slut, just lean back and finish yourself off.’ Tracy did just that, and Hampshire took out his fingers and watched his ‘Girl Friday’ against his desk, now rubbing both her clit and up and down her cunt lips. Hampshire had got Tracy to play with herself and bring herself off with her dress held right up, and it was yet the next stage of the procedure to turn this wife and mother into a sex slut who was totally compliant. Tracy ‘came’ in a wonderful orgasm, her legs wobbling, her tits heaving, and her breathing almost snort like, and she almost collapsed back across Hampshire’s desk.

At home that night, Brian climbed aboard his wife and went through the motions of fucking Tracy, but again she thought back to the powerful way that Rob Hampshire had controlled her body and mind, giving her one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. What was it about this man? She tried to be kind and loving to Brian, and she made all the right sounds, but the ‘Va, Va Voom’ of being completely dominated by Hampshire just wasn’t there, even though Tracy knew that she shouldn’t be involved in anything at all with her boss. She couldn’t help it, she was imprisoned in this chain of events and daren’t think about what the future held.

On Thursday afternoon, while Brian was at work, Tracy chose yet another outfit for her late shift at the office. She walked through the main entrance of the White Rock offices at five to three with her head held high. It was a warm, sunny day and Tracy looked like a hot model on an assignment. She was all in red………..her strappy shoes were high heeled and red, her pleated mini skirt was red and the Tshirt she wore was almost a size too small, and red. Of course, she wore no underwear, and the cotton Tshirt clung to every curve including the fabulous breasts which were thrusting the hard nipples out magnificently. Her tanned legs looked slim and sexy under the skirt which only came down to 4 or 5 inches below her waist……….Hampshire would certainly be pleased.

Other staff stopped in their tracks when they saw Tracy, and at least two men stopped to watch her walk up the stairs to her office, hoping to see the tops of her thighs and perhaps her panties…little did they know. Hampshire immediately asked her to come into his office and told her he would be accompanying her to the boat shed that evening as he had a little surprise for her.

‘Let’s make sure you’re suitably attired, Tracy. You look splendid. Lean over my desk….right over! I can see your tits are not assisted by a bra, but I want to make sure under your skirt’ Tracy knew not to argue any more, and put her hands on Hampshire’s big desk.

‘No, Tracy. Right down, with your head on the desk.’ She slowly lowered her arms and then put her head down onto her arms for comfort. She knew that the little red skirt was moving up the backs of her thighs, and that Rob would be able to see the cheeks of her stunning ass.

‘I’m doing what you said, Mr Hampshire. I’m not wearing any, I promise.’

‘Just checking,’ and his hand wandered round Tracy’s thighs, up and up, and then he began to caress her wonderful ass, round and round, closer to between Tracy’s legs. He then ran his finger right along the lips of the waiting cunt…..Tracy was soaking.

‘You’re wet already, Tracy. Fancy coming to work and you’re wet. You must be getting used to your role here? Now I want just to give you a little warning, young woman, of what you can expect should you ever try to avoid my instructions, or become a little disobedient. Just spread your legs a little, and arch your back

‘No, no, Mr Hampshire….I just…..I’m…..oh my God….’ Tracy tried to bluff.

‘Just do as I say, Tracy, and it won’t take very long.’ As he spoke, Hampshire continued to stroke Tracy’s bottom, and he lifted the little red skirt right up over the sexy bottom so that it rested in the small of Tracy’s back, leaving her bottom completely exposed. She had obediently arched her back and her legs were now wide apart. Hampshire placed his hand in the small of Tracy’s back and then, suddenly, he slapped the beautiful skin with his huge hand, right across both cheeks of the waiting ass.

‘Arrrrr……….., Mr Hampshire, why are you……..oh my God, no Mr Ha…..the marks, the………,’ but Hampshire crashed the second spank across the same spot and already the skin was turning a soft shade of pink. Tracy felt the shame and pain in equal proportions. After the third strike, Hampshire rubbed Tracy’s bottom and also felt the wetness getting worse between her legs. Tracy didn’t know whether to cry or scream at the erotic pain welling up in her ass.

‘Just a dozen, Tracy, and you will know that I mean business when I tell you to do something. Understand?’ and the fourth crash of his hand landed again on both cheeks of the shapely ass that Tracy had pushed out for her boss. She had been spanked a few times by Brian, but never anything as serious or forceful as this. Tracy could only close her eyes and try to stay still as Hampshire pinned her over the desk with his hand.

‘Mr Hampshire, I…I….I understand,’ and she could feel the tears start to form in her eyes, but she could also feel the erotic and sensuous feelings in her stomach and certainly the tingling in her cunt. His strength of character, and the ease with which Rob Hampshire controlled her was a wonderful aphrodisiac to Tracy, and, in spite of her shame, she only wished that Brian would sometimes control her like this at home. By the time Hampshire was issuing the tenth, eleventh and twelfth slaps to Tracy’s hot ass, she was sobbing gentle tears, but her cunt was almost dripping her juices down the insides of her thighs.

Rob Hampshire finished by playing in Tracy’s juices, running his fingers round the tops of her legs and then easing a finger right into her open cunt. She was running like a waterfall.

‘Just a taster, Tracy, of what you are liable to receive in the future if your objections become too persistent. Understand?’ As Tracy slumped on the desk, her breasts heaving and her bottom stinging from the impromptu punishment, she could still feel her juices meandering slowly around her vagina and thighs.

‘I…I……I understand Mr Hampshire. I do my best to obey your instructions, don’t I, and I’m sorry I am very………wettttt………I’m sorry I’m wet down there,’ and Tracy had to hide her face as she blushed from her embarrassing admission.

‘Don’t worry, I like it, and it’s ideal for later,’ and Rob slid his finger along the wet cunt again. ‘Be back here at 6.30, and we’ll go down to the boat yard.’

‘Ideal for later, Mr Hampshire? What…..what do you mean?’ but he just grinned and indicated for Tracy to return to her office.

With some trepidation, Tracy knocked on Hampshire’s door at 6.30, and soon they were at the side of the Lake, walking along the tow path to the boat yard. The warm breeze occasionally blew her skirt up to show off her thighs, but the sun was still warm and Tracy could feel the sun coming through her Tshirt to arouse her nipples again. When they walked through the door of the work shop, all eyes turned to see the sexy, blonde woman whose tits were now definitely hard and excited. She knew most of the men on first name terms by now, and she also knew that they feasted on her hot little figure as much as they could every time she visited. Up until now, it had just been playful banter…….!

The dozen or so men gathered round as Hampshire didn’t visit the boat house very often, and Tracy listened nervously.

‘It’s been another good month, men, in the boat yard, and I thought I would come down with our sexy, little lady to give you a little reward. You know Tracy is my ‘Girl Friday. Well, I’ve been making sure she knows her place in the office, and in the yard, so perhaps you would like to see more of her. Tracy……take off your Tshirt, there’s a good little girl.’ Tracy looked startled and dumbfounded.

‘Mr Hampshire……I can’t do………I can’t………, what, in front of all these men? You know I’m shy and………..’ but she couldn’t finish.

‘And you know, Tracy, don’t you, that you are employed to do as I say, when I say it. There’s a good little lady. Don’t disappoint the men………they’d love to see your beautiful breasts, and we can see that you’re aroused already. Just do it….now, or do you want the men to witness another bout of punishment like we had in the office just now?’ and his voice was as firm as ever. Tracy looked around at the watching eyes, and then down at her ‘fuck me’ shoes in embarrassment. There was a deathly hush and then she slowly held the hem of the red Tshirt.

‘That’s a good girl,’ said Hampshire and Tracy could feel her heart beating as she lifted the material up and up, higher and higher until the Tshirt came over her brown tummy towards her breasts. Because of its smallness, Tracy had to really pull the Tshirt, and then it sprung over the big tits and there was a wonderful cheer from the men as Tracy finally took the garment over her head. She was now topless, and her breasts looked magnificent with hard, brown, long nipples poking out at the onlookers. Never before had she been so embarrassed, stripping in front of a group of men, and all she could do was stand there, trying to hold her arms over her fabulous attributes. Hampshire broke the atmosphere again.

‘Now, that wasn’t too bad was it? But I’ve got a little present for you, Tracy. Come over to the work bench,’ and Hampshire led the way to the middle of the room where there was a huge, wooden carpenter’s work bench. It was flat, about 6′ long and 3′ wide, covered in shavings from cut wood.
‘Put a sheet or something on the bench for the lady, and then help her onto the bench.’ Quickly, a sheet was laid across the bench, and one of the muscular guys picked Tracy up like a feather.

‘No, no….Mr Hampshire, what are you doing? Please, no, no, please, don’t…….’ but she saw Hampshire just grinning at her and all she could do was allow the boat yard worker to lift her up onto the wooden bench. Then, as the men gathered either side of the bench, Hampshire passed a blindfold to one of the men who quickly put it over the eyes of the sexy prisoner. She was unable to prevent this as her arms were held at her sides, and immediately Tracy could feel big, strong hands caressing her tummy and thighs. Rob Hampshire just stood at the foot of the bench watching the gorgeous ‘Girl Friday’ try and cover herself and draw up her knees, but it was pointless.

Hampshire had brought Tracy down to the boat house so that the men could enjoy her body. They had lusted after the prim and shy woman since she had started working for the company, and now the boss had more or less handed her to them for ‘playtime.’ Topless, and with no panties on, Tracy was helpless.

‘Mr Hampshire….oh my God, pleeeeeeeease, no, no,’ but hands were on her tits, mauling and toying with the nipples, and her skirt had been pulled right up so that her bare cunt was on view. A hand was on each ankle, slowly easing the golden thighs apart, and then Tracy felt a rasping tongue lick her cunt lips. She flinched in shock.

‘Ughhh, no, no, I’m not that sorrrrtttt……….oh my God……….,’ but the tongue didn’t stop, it just kept going up and down the beautiful vagina. Other mouths were on her breasts, licking and nibbling at the hard nipples, a finger was pushed in and out of her mouth, and Tracy could feel herself getting wet again. Her moans increased, from disgust, shame and……she couldn’t admit it, from embarrassed excitement. Fantasies were for the mind only, never to be enacted or come true, but Tracy was now in the middle of a dream that was now frighteningly real, and she didn’t know whether to scream, cry or relax.

As mouths on her cunt exchanged places, licking her harder and deeper, Tracy knew that she was gradually becoming soaking wet between her legs, and she realised that her legs had been moved wide apart. Suddenly, a finger was moved up inside her, another set of fingers was playing on her clit, and then she heard Hampshire’s voice.

‘Here, just hold this in her, and I’ll do the rest.’ God, what was going to happen now, thought Tracy. She couldn’t see anything, but she sensed the men stop for a moment, just at the moment that she began to ache in her loins, having accepted that she just might be enjoying this terrible violation. As her thighs were held apart, suddenly a huge, cold, rubber object was moved to the entrance of her cunt. It was useless to protest again….did she want to protest? It was black, it was life-like and Tracy felt the thickness of the girth open her lips wide.

As the men and Hampshire watched attentively, the huge toy was pushed gently an inch or two into the opening cunt. Brian was not like this, with only an average size cock to try and satisfy Tracy, and this was sooooooo different. Tracy held her breath and felt herself being opened wider and wider by the veined object.

‘Ah, ah, ahhhh, umm, ummmmmmm,’ and the cock-like rubber toy was gently being pushed up and down inside her. Hands still played on her breasts, and caressed her ankles and thighs, but her mind concentrated on the huge weapon as it went further and further into her body, stretching her vagina beautifully. God, she felt so full as the toy reached deeply within her, and then Rob Hampshire spoke again.

‘Just hold it inside her, as far as you can,’ and Tracy squirmed a little as the toy was held right in the depths of her cunt, filling her like she’d never been filled before.

‘Uhhhhh…….’ and Tracy moaned deeply as suddenly she felt the soft hum of the vibrator come into play. Hampshire grinned as he held the remote control in his hand. He began slowly, pointing the control at Tracy’s waist, and then he increased the strength. The hands held Tracy firmly as she began to moan.

‘Watch her go boys,’ teased Hampshire, as Tracy’s body started to moan and struggle, but she didn’t speak a word. The vibrator was right up her and was beginning to whirr with greater force, and Tracy’s reactions were predictable. She lifted her ass off the bench and then back down again. Her bottom squirmed, her breasts heaved and wobbled, and the men allowed her to bend up her knees, although they still held them as wide as possible. The rubber toy was held firmly inside as far as possible, and Hampshire kept turning up the power until he was at maximum.

‘Oh my God,….. oh my God……….., Mr Hampshire, Mr Ham……….Christ, ahhhhhhhhh…….’ and words then failed her as she knew that the whole audience was going to watch her come to a crashing orgasm with only a few more seconds of this fantastic punishment. For the last few seconds, the vibrator was pushed at speed in and out of her cunt, and Tracy’s bottom humped up and down on the bench, trying to get the rubber cock farther up inside her as she had now cast all care and embarrassment aside.

‘Yes, yes, harder…………harder, harder, inside me………right up ins……..ahhhhhhhhh,’ and the orgasm from the thick pretend cock thrust all over her body, washing guilt and shame away as it lifted Tracy into another world for a few moments. Her tits heaved, her mouth lolled open, and she felt as if she had been fucked by a huge, oversized penis, but Tracy had to admit to herself that it had been one of the greatest orgasms that she could ever remember, and her body was still shivering from the effects minutes later. The men watched her subside gently, and then Hampshire spoke.

‘That’s all for tonight, men. Plenty more occasions to play with the slut, so you’ll have to be patient. Get her down and tidy her up. Tracy, get back to my office and wait for me there.’ Eventually, after being lifted off the bench, and trying to hide her face in shame, Tracy was allowed to totter back to the office, sore between her legs, but immensely satisfied and totally ashamed. She was dressed properly and had been able to tidy herself up by the time Hampshire returned.

‘I’m not going to ask you whether you enjoyed that, because you’ll only lie. You’re the office slut now, Tracy, and you will provoke anything that I want you to. If I want you to fuck the cleaner, you’ll do it. If I want you to kneel on the floor and lick the typist, you’ll do it. You understand? It’s because you’re now the office slut. What are you?’

‘Mr Hampshire, I can’t say it, I really can’t. I know you have a hold over me, and I can only say that I’m trying to show loyalty to the company for the trouble you think I and my husband have caused, but I’m too shy to even talk dirty, so if you………’

‘You’re doing very well, Tracy, really well, but I’ve been training you to be the office slut, and that is what you’re going to be while you work here. Now, say it, Tracy. Say it!’

‘Oh, Mr Hampshire, Mr Hamp……….oh, God,’ and Tracy closed her eyes and looked at the floor. ‘I’m the ……….I’m the off…..I’m the office slut,’ and the words just flew from her mouth.

‘Good, that’s right. That’s so right. Now, go home and I’ll see you at three tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and by the way, I want you wearing a dress tomorrow, one that buttons right down the front from top to bottom. Understand?’ Sheepishly, Tracy nodded her head in the affirmative.

Tracy threw the Saturn car into gear and flew down the highway, knowing that she was now treading an unknown path which might never end. Could she still look Brian in the eye? She did look Brian in the eye, about 6 hours later when he was trying to lick his wife into another orgasm, with little success.

‘Come on Brian, harder, lick me harder, push your tongue right up into my cunt.’ Tracy held her husband’s hair and tried to jam his head right into her, but it was no good, her mind kept returning to the display she had put on for the men that evening. The way she had been completely dominated and controlled, the anonymous way that strange hands had been allowed to wander all over her intimate parts, including licking and fingering her cunt, and then the way such a giant vibrator had been held inside her while the men watched her reach a shattering orgasm, had been so fantastic that her husband’s feeble little efforts were now making little headway in exciting Tracy to anything approaching satisfaction.

Brian and Tracy both went to sleep feeling a certain amount of frustration, for differing reasons……………….
Tracy was still wearing the miniscule yellow dress when she opened her front door late in the evening, after returning from the offices at White Rock where she worked. She was wearing no underwear, and Brian, her husband, was at the door to greet her. The day had been mind-blowing in its intensity, but the blonde wife and mother would not be uttering a word about it.

Her boss, Rob Hampshire, was firmly turning Tracy into the submissive slave, just as he had promised and, with great shame, she was finding the experience more and more exciting and stimulating. In that one day alone, she had received Hampshire’s belt on her taut ass while she was laid over his desk, and she had been photographed and ravished by two female employees. Finally, Hampshire had subjected her to a humiliating half hour in his office as he fucked her on his desk while Tracy had to try and talk normally with her husband on the telephone.

To force home his domination of the sexy woman, he had instructed her, on pain of further indignation, not to indulge in any sort of sexual behaviour with her husband during the weekend. Would she be able to obey the man who was coming to influence her every move, the way she dressed and the outrageous acts she was now willing to endure?

It was true that Tracy’s body had been completely drained during the day, fucked hard, explored vigorously by the two women, beaten hard with the belt, as well as giving glorious ‘head’ to her boss, but Brian, her faithful husband, was under the impression that his wife would be begging for sex when she arrived home from work.

‘Hello darling,’ Brian smiled as Tracy entered through the front door. ‘I bet you’re tired, aren’t you?’ He bent to give his wife a loving kiss on the lips, but Tracy turned her cheek, squeezed his hand and gave her husband a little peck on the cheek. The little dress, showing off her stunning legs and tight ass, moved across her body so sensuously and Brian already had the beginnings of a throbbing cock.

‘It’s been one hell of a day, darling,’ Tracy started, ‘and I’m really whacked. I’d love a long, hot shower, and then perhaps a glass of wine, so do you think you could fix that for me.’ She turned round and licked her lips, and blew her husband a kiss, knowing that he would jump to obey anything she asked. She started to undo the buttons on the little dress, looking directly into Brian’s eyes as she began to go up the stairs, and Brian thought that he was in for an evening of debauchery with his blonde wife.

This was terrible, thought Tracy, teasing my poor husband who has waited patiently for me, and really wants to get to grips with me. She felt so awful, and so guilty, but she knew that Hampshire had so much control over her and, indirectly, was controlling how her husband should behave, that she knew, just for this weekend, she must try desperately to keep Brian at arm’s length, however hard it might be. However, just for the rest of the evening, she would see just how obedient she could make her husband, just how far she could tease him before his patience snapped.

When Tracy returned to the lounge after her relaxing, hot shower, she could see a glass of white wine on the coffee table, and Brian was sitting expectantly on the sofa. Tracy had put on a shortie negligee and high heels, and she knew that the start of her little plan was bound to work. Rob Hampshire was beginning to so dominate her thoughts and actions to such a degree that she knew that she couldn’t fail to obey his instructions. She loved her husband, but he didn’t have the charisma, the spark, the va-va-voom or the strength of character that Tracy needed. She had come to need the domination, the clear intent and strict discipline that Hampshire wielded over her, and poor old Brian just hadn’t got what she needed in his personal make-up (or his physical prowess!).

Just to make things worse, Tracy was now going to show just why Brian couldn’t control her the way that Hampshire did. She knew she could go as far as she wanted, and turn Brian into a quivering heap.

Tracy sat down on the sofa and took a sip of her wine. The little nightie ran up her thighs, and she knew that Brian could see almost up to her beautiful, naked pussy. He was only a couple of feet away from his wife, and he tried to stretch out a hand to caress her shapely thigh. She moved her body just enough to evade Brian’s attempts, but gave him a big smile as compensation.

‘I’m very tired, honeypie, after a hectic day at the office, so let’s just relax for a while. Do you like the negligee? I bought it from the catalogue,’ and Tracy ran her hands over her breasts, and down to her waist, just raising the almost see-through material just an inch or two further so that it uncovered all of her stunning thighs right to the top. She saw Brian take in a sharp breath.

‘That’s really sexy, Tracy. I love it. You haven’t got any underwear on, have you?’ and he moved a bit closer to his wife. Tracy was still determined.

‘Don’t touch, Brian, there’s a sweetheart. Let me just chill out for a while longer. The shower was beautiful, and I just want to let my aching joints get back together again. Why don’t you undo your slacks and get your cock out so that I can see that you really like my night wear.’ Brian blushed but quickly did as he was told, unzipped his flies and grasped his aching cock. God, he so wanted to fuck his wife, but was content just for the moment to rub himself as he watched Tracy.

Tracy took another large gulp from the wine glass and could see that Brian’s cock was almost at maximum strength. It was a nice, average sized cock, and it had satisfied her on many occasions during their married life, but she was being trained for better things by Rob Hampshire, and she had no intention of allowing Brian to get any satisfaction from her body until Mr Hampshire gave her permission to do so. If she gave in and let Brian fuck her over the weekend, she would not be able to look her boss in the eye on Monday morning, and he would see the guilt written all over her face. Christ, what would he do to her then…..the thought sent shivers down Tracy’s spine. Much better to deny Brian and, in fact, Tracy knew she would find it easy, as a little fumbling and a quick fuck from her husband would never be in the same league as the experiences that she had received at the office earlier that day.

‘Oh Brian, that’s a lovely little cock you have, isn’t it,’ teased Tracy, and she continued to rub her negligee up and down her body, lifting it above her waist and then letting it drop into place again. She kept one foot on the carpet but seductively lifted her other leg so that her heel was on the sofa and her open legs were facing Brian. ‘Play with your cock some more, darling. This is so relaxing, watching you get hard as I chill out after a busy day.’

‘Oh come on Tracy,’ he almost begged. ‘Let me make love to you. You were so hot on the phone earlier…I just want your sexy body. Let me fuck you, Tracy.’

‘Don’t keep on, Brian. I just want to unwind. Just watch my body and enjoy it. Having sex these days is so quick and….and, well, it’s over quite quickly now, isn’t it…..and your cock doesn’t always fill me right up, and I’m sure you can enjoy yourself watching me and having naughty thoughts,’ and Tracy turned on the agony for her husband by taking down the straps of the negligee and letting her tits fall right out in front of him. Her nipples were taut and pointing, and Tracy licked a finger and thumb and pinched each hard nipple, pulling her breasts so provocatively. By now, Brian was jacking hard on his cock, getting more frantic by the minute, but he didn’t know what else to do.

He watched Tracy’s other hand run down between her legs to run across the bare skin, the redness of her cunt lips still apparent, the wetness glistening slightly, and then he saw her fingers caress over her hard clit. He could see her lips were already wet, and Tracy held the negligee right up to her waist so that Brian could see her fingers eventually hold her cunt lips apart, beautifully on display for his bulging eyes.

‘Christ Tracy, you look so good. Please, please Tracy, let me get my cock up you….I’ve been looking forward to it all evening,’ and he slipped his slacks down and made to grab his wife. Tracy was waiting for this.

‘No Brian, stay where you are. I want to see you playing with your cock. Take off your slacks and jockey shorts. I want to see your balls and legs while you wank. Just look at my body and have really dirty thoughts, Brian. Think about all the naughty things that you would like to do to my body, and how you like looking at it.’ She was really teasing him now, and torturing his body, but she remained aloof and commanding. Brian obeyed immediately and soon he just had his Tee shirt on as he ran his hand round and up and down his throbbing member.

Tracy lifted the nightie right over her head and now she was entirely naked with her thighs as wide as she could get, and one by one her fingers entered her soaking cunt until she had four fingers pushing gently in and out of her body while her other hand toyed with her heaving breasts. God, how could any man resist this hot body that was ripe for fucking, but Brian obediently carried on jacking his cock, watching his wife’s body, and trying to control himself so that his cum would end up right inside Tracy’s cunt. He was still optimistic!!

‘Go on, Brian do it,’ teased Tracy continually. ‘Pull that little cock for me, and think of dirty thoughts. Think of watching a great big cock up inside me, fucking me hard, filling me up and stretching me.’ These words would make it so much worse for the weak husband who was obeying all that his wife said, and to hear her talk dirty made his sap rise even quicker than ever. He watched Tracy stand up and move to the middle of the carpet and face him at least 6 feet away. She continued to play with her naked body, running her tongue round her lips, and keeping her feet wide apart. She intended to really take Brian over the top now.

‘Oh, my poor little Brian. You’re such a sweet man. Just stay sitting on the sofa and think about what I said. It makes you horny, Brian, doesn’t it?’ She turned and bent over, showing Brian her bare ass and her cunt lips from behind, stroking them, and running her fingers down to her anus.

‘Are you thinking of what I said, sweetie? Can you imagine watching me being fucked by other cocks, taking them in my mouth until they shoot their milky cum all over my face. That makes you excited doesn’t it, honey?’ It was too much for Brian. He had never heard his quiet little wife talk so dirtily before, and it blew his mind, as well as his cock.

Suddenly, he stopped wanking and his cock exploded before them both. His semen shot from his throbbing prick, landing on his knees as well as firing across the carpet a couple of feet. It never got anywhere near Tracy, though, just as she knew it wouldn’t. She had achieved her goal.

‘Good boy, Brian. I love it when you do that. I’m going to bed now, darling, so when you’ve cleaned your mess up, try not to wake me up as I expect I’ll be sleeping like a baby by the time you come to bed. See you in the morning, sweetie-pie, sleep well!’

And that was it. Tracy slept like a log, not even giving Brian a cuddle when she woke up next morning. She got up quickly and went to the kitchen to make tea, which she put on his bedside table, and then Tracy left the house for an hour at her gym. She knew she had Brian in the palm of her hand. He was fickle, could easily be taken in and would never dream of taking Tracy by sheer force without her consent. For the rest of the weekend, Tracy teased him unmercifully, and Brian was forced to follow every instruction he was given, hoping that at some stage Tracy would at last give in and allow him full access to her hot, little body.

Tracy knew she was playing a dangerous game, she was full of guilt but she also knew that Rob Hampshire would know by the look on her face on Monday just what had taken place over the weekend. The alternative was not worth contemplating, as Hampshire had made it abundantly clear by his actions as well as his words that he would go to any humiliating length to keep Tracy in order.

Even at church on Sunday, Tracy held her husband’s hand as they heartily sang the hymns and said their prayers, and Tracy felt so sorry for the excruciating torture she was putting her husband through, and she vowed that this was the last weekend where her feminine charms would not be available to Brian. She even felt a little tear welling in her eye on Monday morning when she woke to find that Brian had already left for work, but this was slightly tempered by the fact that soon she would be driving her car back to White Rock to see what lay in store for her today. A tingling went through her loins, as she immediately thought of the fabulous way that Rob Hampshire was able to excite and control her with just a word from his powerful voice, or a click of his fingers.

As she showered, rubbing the soap into every part of her hard body, she remembered the way Hampshire had told her to improve her makeup. She dried in front of the full length mirror, sat at her dresser and then applied dark eye-liner, mascara and lip gloss in abundance before she got dressed for work. Her face looked brilliant, so sexy, the perfume was subtle, and then the clothes……she had bought a very short black and white polka dot skirt over the weekend, pleated, so that it swayed when her body moved, and it hung right down on her hips, leaving her tummy bare almost to her groin.

With black, high heeled sandals, her ass and legs looked magnificent, and then Tracy took great care as she pulled the skin tight black boob-tube over her head. It clung like a limpet to her curves, moulding beautifully around her breasts, but it only reached an inch or so below the shape of her tits, so that nearly all of Tracy’s ribs, tummy and stomach were on view. Sex on legs is how one could describe her……and she knew it. Of course, as instructed, Tracy was happy to leave her underwear at home.

At the White Rock buildings, Tracy walked from the car park over to the offices, past the boat yard, and she was inundated with wolf whistles and cat calls on the hot Dallas morning. She smiled to herself and could also see the office workers leering at her from the windows as she went through the swing doors, up the stairs and turned on the computer in her office before making a coffee.

She felt sexy and proud at the way she looked,…… but then suddenly she saw the screen saver on her computer……a full screen picture of herself, completely naked, legs apart, clamps and chain on her breasts and leaning forward looking straight at the camera. She took in a sharp intake of breath……that bastard Hampshire, she thought. It was one of the photos taken of her by the two women on Friday.

Tracy realised that the whole of White Rock would be ogling her body this morning, and it only confirmed what Hampshire was doing to her…….turning her completely into the company slut. What could she do?…..absolutely nothing!!

‘Like the picture?’ and the booming, firm voice came from Hampshire, standing in the doorway between their two offices. Tracy hadn’t noticed her boss, and turned round with a start. ‘I think you look quite fetching, actually slut,’ and he was grinning as he teased his Girl Friday about the discovery.

‘That’s not really fair, Sir, is it? I’m being obedient to you, aren’t I, and now the whole factory can see these awful pictures of me.’

‘They’re great pictures, actually, slut, but it just reminds you who is running this business, and where you stand in the pecking order. Anyway, forget that now, come into my office.’ It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and the blonde wife obediently followed Hampshire into his huge office. He came straight to the point.

‘You know what I’m going to ask you, don’t you?’ in his strong, forceful manner. Yes, she did know!

‘I do Sir, yes. I give you my word that I didn’t allow my husband to touch me at all over the weekend. He wanted to, so badly, and I felt really guilty Sir, but I remembered your orders all the time, and managed to make excuses, but I don’t really want to do it again, Sir.’

‘You’ll do as I fuckin’ well tell you slut, even if you have to do it again and again and again. This is not over by a long way, and what’s going to occur this morning will demonstrate to you that I am by no means finished with you and your cheating husband…..not finished at all,’ and Hampshire glared at Tracy once more. She felt a little frightened at his sudden sharpness, but then he mellowed and smiled again.

‘Just to check on your behaviour, lift your boob tube. Let me see if he’s been mauling those big tits over the weekend. Do it, lift it up!’ A shiver went through Tracy’s body, perhaps another thrill at the way Hampshire was suddenly dominating and controlling her mind and body, taking her thoughts back to Friday and the wonderful fuck he gave her across his desk. She grabbed the hem of the black garment and slowly lifted it up over her breasts until the full, hard flesh sprung back into position, free and pointing, a magnificent sight first thing on a Monday morning.

Tracy had tits to die for, round and big and fleshy, the nipples long and bullet like, but they were so clear, not a mark on them, and Hampshire just drooled for a few seconds as he admired the wonderful display. Tracy felt herself getting damp, the complete surrender to her boss’s orders sending such a warm feeling gushing through her body. She thought that she couldn’t live now without the control that Hampshire was wielding over her, and if only her quiet, introvert Brian would just do the same every now and again, all this needn’t go on. But Tracy dare not stop it…..nor would she want to now.

‘Wonderful, slut. Your tits look clean and untouched. I like it. Now your ass! Raise the skirt.’ Tracy let the tee shirt clasp against the top of her chest, leaving her tits still naked, and then she gently pulled the hem of the polka dot skirt up and up. The tops of her thighs came into view, then between her legs, and as she went further and further, all of her waist and hips were available for Hampshire to inspect. She inched her high heels apart, just to confirm to him that this part of her body was also without marks, and then Hampshire indicated to Tracy to turn round.

Her ass looked exceptional, as always, the whiteness of the gorgeous flesh in wonderful contrast to the tanned skin at the bikini line, and Hampshire milked the moment, admiring the fabulous, mature body that was his to do as he wished.

‘I have no way of knowing if you have obeyed me or not, slut, but certainly your body shows no sign of interference. I will give you the benefit of the doubt on this occasion, but as I said, today I will instigate something that will confirm to me, whenever I need, that you are obeying my instructions at your home.’ This sent another shiver down Tracy’s spine…Home? Home? Your home, he had said.

‘Oh God, Mr Hampshire, Sir. What do you mean my home?’ she looked in apprehension.

‘Never mind what I’ve got in mind. But you’ll cooperate, slut, have no doubt of that. I have my car coming for us at 11, and we’re going for a little ride to your home. I take it no-one will be there this morning. We’ll only be there for an hour or so.’

Tracy looked aghast, and stuttered to find her words.

‘But….bbbut, Sir. Not ….not my home. That’s private. That’s for me and my family, and I don’t………,’ but she couldn’t finish before Hampshire waved her aside.
‘Don’t argue, bitch. It’s going to happen, so just get used to the idea. Now, I’ve got something for you which will keep you occupied. Lean on the desk, just do it. Lift your skirt again and lean on the desk.’ Tracy looked at her Master and then obeyed gingerly. She leant forward and put her wrists on his desk, lifted her skirt up at the rear, and waited for Hampshire to act. He had moved around behind her and taken a small box with him.

She felt his fingers between her legs, his firm fingers sliding between her lips, and her dampness began to increase. Whatever she felt about him and his actions, she could never resist the way he brought exciting shivers to her body, the way she just gave in when ever he spoke or ordered her to do something. This was one of those moments.

Suddenly, Tracy felt something ice cold between the lips of her cunt. She felt Hampshire gently inserting two, smooth, hard, round balls up inside her. They were not small but they snuggled nicely into her waiting vagina, and there was a mixture of excitement and wonderment for the blonde wife. It was a pair of vibrating eggs that had been put inside Tracy, attached to an elasticised thong that Hampshire drew up her legs and fitted firmly round her waist and tightly against her cunt to keep the eggs in place. This was suddenly a new feeling for Tracy, a coldness, a tickling, and she could feel the eggs against her inner skin, already bringing her erotic feelings. Perhaps he wants me to walk round all day with these inside me, she thought, but suddenly there was a change.

From behind, Hampshire turned a tiny switch on a remote control in his hand, and there was a soft buzz and a gentle movement in Tracy’s vagina. The eggs vibrated against each other, and the feelings they sent through Tracy’s body were ones of sudden ecstasy and horniness. Without touching herself at all, her cunt was being stimulated and caressed and it was…..oh God, it was fantastic. Hampshire turned the switch a little higher, the buzz intensified and the vibrations inside Tracy’s cunt were sending her crazy.

‘Ohhh……ummm, oh God, Mr Hampshire, that’s……… that’s…..,’ and her words tailed off as she concentrated on the wonderful feelings inside her, as though she had two fingers up her, rubbing together and stimulating her whole body.

Hampshire just grinned again, knowing he held this little hussy in the palm of his hand…literally.

‘Stand up, put your hands on your hips, and turn round to face me. Go on. Just face me.’ Slowly, his slave moved away from the desk and turned round to face him. Her tits were still uncovered, looking magnificent, her face was contorted with the excitement going on down in her cunt, and as the control was only at less than 50% maximum, Hampshire knew that he could raise it or lower it at will, and keep Tracy gasping and wanting satisfaction for as long as he wanted.

‘Keep your hands on your hips, slut, and look at me. Don’t look away, look at me!’ He moved back to sit in his chair behind his desk, holding the remote control in his palm. Another slight increase of the notch on the control, and Hampshire was looking into the gazing eyes of his submissive slave. The buzzing sounded beautiful between Tracy’s legs, her body had a job to keep still, and her breathing increased so that her breasts were heaving up and down frantically, her nipples seemingly growing each second.

‘Ohhhhhh….God, Sir, this is…….uhh, uhh, uhhhh……….’ She started to move a hand down her tummy towards her skirt, wanting to relieve the wonderful feelings in her cunt.

‘Leave it slut. Hands back on your waist.’

‘Oh Sir. Can I play for just a few seconds…..oh my God,’ and her ass bucked as the vibrations sizzled through her groin, but Tracy reluctantly placed her hand back on her waist.

‘Good girl, slut. That’s a good girl. Did he fuck you….did your husband fuck you over the weekend?’ Tracy’s mouth lolled open, she had a job to stand up straight, and she did so want to play with herself to bring her body to the shattering orgasm it so desperately needed.

‘No Sir, no Sir. I…..I prom….oohh, this is so goooood Sir…………….I didn’t let him fuck me, or touch meeeeee……………weeeeeeeeeee……you must let me finish myself or, or…………I’m going to wet myself, Sir. Ohhhhhh………… I’ve told you Sir, I didn’t let my husband touch me, not at all Sir. Let me do it now, Sir, pleeeeeease, I’m nearly theeeeeeeeeeeere…………….,’ and Tracy’s voice tailed off again. Hampshire moved the switch to Off and watched the heaving tits as they slowly subsided and Tracy tried to regain some normality, feeling little droplets of her juices gently running down her inner thighs!

‘Now, madam. I keep the remote and you come with me. The car will be here in a minute or two.’ Tracy saw the clock approaching 11, and she knew he could just turn the remote at any time he liked. ‘Follow me slut,’ and the two of them went down the stairs where Hampshire’s personal limousine, with the blacked out windows, was waiting. April, the young office girl who had been one of the two women to photo and fuck Tracy so wonderfully on Friday, was waiting at the open back door of the limo, with the chauffeur in the driving seat.

‘We’re taking her back to her house,’ Hampshire announced, ’so better put these on her, April, just in case she causes trouble.’ He handed April a pair of rubber cuffs which were quickly slipped onto Tracy’s wrists, pinning her arms behind her. Then she was shoved into the back seat with April, while Rob Hampshire joined Clyde, the driver, in the front. Still with the feelings from the vibrating eggs fresh in her loins, and the wetness at the top of her legs, Tracy sat with trepidation at what might be going to happen at her house. This really frightened her as it was intruding on her private life, Hampshire even wanting to dominate what she did at home. She just shut her mouth and wondered!

As the limo pulled out of the White Rock entrance, Tracy didn’t notice the works van pull in behind to follow, 4 men inside with pieces of equipment on board. All she could focus on was the black chauffeur watching her through the rear view mirror, his gleaming white teeth, his shining skin and his leering grin watching her. Hampshire turned in his seat and spoke.

‘This should control her while we’re busy, April,’ and he turned on the remote again. The buzzing started once more and Tracy bit her lip and closed her eyes as her cunt started to vibrate. ‘Enjoy, April.’ April smiled as she turned and ran her hands over Tracy’s tits, and then she lifted the black boob tube up Tracy’s chest to reveal the hard tits again. She leant over and began to lick at the nipples, and squeeze the succulent orbs, running her fingers all over Tracy’s lithe body as the blonde woman could only moan because of the restraints. The eggs in her cunt were driving Tracy wild, and now April was adding to her pleasure by caressing and biting her breasts so beautifully.

‘Don’t let her cum, April, just keep her teetering on the brink for as long as it takes. We don’t want the slut having the pleasure of an orgasm, so just control her while I carry out what needs to be done when we get there.’

Tracy shuffled her bottom on the seat as the eggs in her cunt so tortured and frustrated her. The itching and the need for satisfaction were so overpowering, but she just couldn’t do a thing, and when she opened her eyes, all she could see was the chauffeur in his mirror grinning away, lusting after the big tits that April continued to maul. April was still sucking on her nipples, and her hand went under Tracy’s little skirt to feel the wetness at the tops of her thighs, and then she gently caressed Tracy’s hardened clit under the thong that was holding the toy in place. Tracy wasn’t going to last much longer, as she was frantically reaching the point of no return. Then Hampshire suddenly said,

‘We’re here,’ and he turned off the remote and handed it to April. ‘You’re in charge, April, but don’t let the bitch cum.’ Tracy could see they were in her street, outside her house, and as Hampshire got out, she was suddenly shocked to see the guys get out from the works van and go up her path carrying all sorts of electrical equipment. Hampshire had taken her keys and they all trooped in the front door and closed it behind them. Now, Tracy was left in the limo with April and Clyde, the leering chauffeur, while complete strangers were doing goodness knows what inside her house. Thank God that no-one from the family was due home at the moment. What could she do? Absolutely nothing. She was cuffed, and was being guarded by the huge driver and April, with blacked out windows so no-one could see her distress anyway.

With Hampshire and the team of workers inside the house, Clyde saw his chance and joined April and Tracy in the back of the car. He had taken his jacket and tie off and left his chauffeur’s hat on the front seat. He was huge, his muscles rippling against his white shirt, and Tracy felt dwarfed as he moved next to her in the sumptuous back seat. She was now trapped between April and Clyde, and she saw April gently turn on the remote. The buzzing began again between Tracy’s legs, and her polka dot skirt had ridden up her legs, almost revealing the little thong holding the vibrating eggs inside her.

‘Hello little thing,’ grinned the huge Clyde beside her. ‘So you’re the White Rock slut I’ve heard so much about.’ He ran his big hand onto Tracy’s knee and up her thigh, and April was doing exactly the same thing to the other leg.

‘No, no, leave me alone. What the hell are they doing in my house? Let me go so I can go…..,’ but then April turned up the remote some more and she and Clyde watched the blonde wife and mother suddenly freeze and start to breath heavily. Clyde also began to unzip his smart chauffeur trousers.

‘No, no, not here, not in the back of the car,’ pleaded Tracy, but she couldn’t help noticing the big, black cock that Clyde pulled out of his trousers. It was only semi-hard but still like a stallion already. He was only in his early twenties, like April, and his big, white teeth grinned wonderfully at the blonde beside him.

‘Turn the remote up some more, April….Mr Hampshire said ‘enjoy,’ didn’t he?’ April reached over to Tracy’s tits again, ran her fingers under the beautiful flesh, lifting and holding the fabulous melons in her hands, and then she licked the nipples, at the same time moving the notch on the remote up another couple of degrees. Again, Tracy closed her eyes, knowing that the eggs up her cunt would nullify any attempts at protest she may make. She was right. After only a couple of seconds of the balls knocking together in her cunt, Tracy was putty, and she pushed her tits forward as April sucked her.

Such was her state that when the black chauffeur gently put his hand round Tracy’s neck, she offered no protest at all as he moved her down to his groin. His other hand held his cock, pointing straight up, and Tracy opened her mouth to take him between her lips. Her head was in Clyde’s groin, and now April just watched and caressed Tracy’s thighs and bottom.

Oh my God, thought Tracy. I can’t take all of him in my mouth. He’s so big, but the feelings in her body were magnificent, even though she still had her arms cuffed behind her back. The eggs in her cunt were driving her wild, hands were caressing her bottom, feeling her anus and up and down her thighs, and this handsome, young black man was holding her down over his wonderful cock and she was doing her best to gobble and suck the monster. All thoughts of her house had left Tracy for the time being.

‘Go on bitch, suck me, just suck on that big cock,’ and Clyde pulled the blonde hair up and back as he held his throbbing member inside Tracy’s accommodating mouth. She tried to nibble and lick and go down as far as possible, but without her hands, Tracy was completely at the whim of the black man. Every now and then he would hold his rigid cock and slap Tracy’s face with it, and she would grasp back with her tongue and lips, trying to get him back into her throat. She was frantic with desire, the eggs making her feel shameless and filthy. She couldn’t resist.

‘Come on, big man. Put it in my mouth, down my throat. I can take you all,’ and Clyde would slip his wet, rock-like cock back into Tracy’s mouth and she would just carry on slurping and gobbling, letting the end just tickle the back of her throat as she devoured him. Behind her, April was watching intently while caressing Tracy’s exposed bottom. Her fingers went up and down the crack in the mature ass, moving aside the strip of tight thong to touch Tracy’s wet anus.

Tracy’s juices were running down her bottom, and April gently pushed at the soft, pink anus and gradually eased it open and slipped her finger into Tracy’s bottom. She held it there, watching Clyde feed his cock in and out of Tracy’s mouth, and then April pushed a little more, her finger slowly disappearing into the blonde woman’s ass. She could feel the eggs vibrating against her finger through the thin membrane of skin, and her finger was teasing Tracy’s ass, now in as far as it could go.

Was Tracy going to ‘cum?’ Were they going to let her?

This experience was sure to get Tracy off if it went on much longer. The eggs in her cunt, April’s finger right up her ass, wiggling gently against her skin, and Clyde’s magnificent cock sending waves of pleasure through her as she went up and down on his length, the monster almost gagging her. Tracy was in heaven, her body shifting positions on the seat through frustration, but still it carried on. She tried to push against April’s finger, wanting the young girl to screw her bottom, she bobbed her head up and down, urging the young, black chauffeur to greater efforts, but there was just nothing else Tracy could do.

‘For Christ sakes, you two. Make me cum, please, just…….just do me. I can’t……I can’t……..’ but Clyde shoved her face down into his groin once more, her mouth once more full of raging cock, and now it was too late for anything else.

The beautiful cock began to erupt, and Tracy felt the first spurts hit her throat, but Clyde pulled her hair up and held Tracy so that the rest of his orgasm hit her in the face. April turned off the remote, gently slipped her finger from Tracy’s ass, and watched as the chauffeur’s semen cascaded round the blonde mother’s face, slowly sliding down her cheeks, her forehead, her chin and down onto her big tits. He seemed never to stop, and Tracy just licked at the head of his cock, enjoying the thrills that she had given this satisfied young man.

At last, Clyde’s cock stopped erupting, and Tracy’s face was awash with his cum, but she still hadn’t reached the pinnacle herself and did so want the ultimate feeling to wash over her own body. She pleaded unashamedly.

‘God, April. Is that it? Please do me some more. I’m soooo close, just turn the remote on again. Please,’ but the young woman just grinned at Tracy and leant over, held the blonde face and kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue sliding down Tracy’s waiting throat. The blonde woman’s face, cum settling on her, was wanton sex, and her expression pleaded for full satisfaction. It wasn’t to be!

‘Not now, Tracy. Not now. You know what Mr Hampshire said,’ and as Tracy continued to blow with exhaustion and frustration, she saw her front door open and Hampshire came out followed by the rest of the crew. Christ, thought Tracy….so near and yet so far! Clyde quickly did up his trousers and went to his door as Hampshire arrived at the car.

‘Been enjoying yourself, then, Clyde, have you,’ and the two men just grinned at each other as the chauffeur dressed properly and got behind the wheel. Nothing was said again on the drive back to White Rock, and Tracy sat silently, cum stains all over her face, but still with that awful itch in her cunt. Somebody needs to fuck me quickly, she said to herself, or it’s my big cucumber when I get home.

At White Rock, the cuffs were taken off the office slut, and she followed her boss back up the stairs to his office. She stood behind him silently. He turned back to her as he sat at his desk.

‘Well slut. I can see you had a good time while I was busy,’ indicating the dried cum on Tracy’s face. ‘I’m glad you were able to satisfy the chauffeur. He’s a big boy, isn’t he?’ he laughed. ‘Anyway, thank you for your assistance at the house, and I can safely say that the mission was a success.’

‘Why, what did you do, Sir, at my house? It’s not right, you know, going into my private home. What did all those men do in there?’

‘Never you mind, slut. It was private business that had to be done, and now it’s done. You just don’t need to talk about it, and you certainly don’t mention it to that wimp of a husband of yours. Understand slut?’ and Hampshire suddenly turned on the remote again and Tracy felt that wonderful buzz in her cunt.

‘Oh yes, Sir, oh yes please. I’ve been so close all day, just turn it up…… to the top, Sir, yes please. You know….you know I obey you and…….and learn from you, don’t you, but….but you must let me…….oh God, please Sir…….’ and she opened her legs, right in front of the boss, and that look of ecstasy came across her face again. Hampshire watched her nipples push at the black boob-tube, he saw her thighs tense as she tried to push her groin against the eggs, but it was all in vain. Within 30 seconds, Hampshire turned the remote off again. Tracy looked crest fallen and so frustrated again!

‘You want to cum don’t you slut? You want satisfying badly, don’t you?’ Tracy nodded frantically. What was he going to do? ‘Take off the thong. Do it now.’ He watched as Tracy lifted her skirt and began to roll the little thong down her thighs. Attached were the love eggs and Hampshire watched the sexy bitch pull them from inside her body and ease them down her legs. They were wet with the juices from Tracy’s excitement and now she was even more frustrated. Was he going to fuck her over the desk again…what was her Master going to do now? She was desperate.

‘I’m going to give you the rest of the day off, slut, but on one condition. I know how desperate you are, I know how your body is aching for satisfaction, so I’m going to let you go home early, before your kids get home and before that shit of a husband finishes work. OK?’ Tracy nodded, not quite understanding Hampshire’s motives.

‘When you get home, I will let you satisfy yourself, anyway that you want, but it is an instruction, slut, and you are to do it. Understand? You are to go home and satisfy the frustration that you have had to bare all day. If you don’t, I shall be angry and you will be subjected to even worse treatment tomorrow, and you know what ‘worse treatment’ could mean, don’t you?’

Tracy didn’t need telling twice. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, and for once she smiled at Hampshire, thanking him profusely. He did have a heart, after all, didn’t he????

Her cunt was aching and itching all the way home in the car. She ran her fingers under her skirt once or twice during the journey, and felt her clit which was still rigid with excitement, and she also slid a finger along her lips, confirming they were still soaking and pleading for satisfaction. She knew what she was going to do, and she knew what to do it with. She hoped it was still at home!…….. Home! Home! My God, what had Hampshire and his men done to her home at lunch time?

For a moment, Tracy thought she might go inside to find the place trashed, her clothes all over the place, Brian’s paperwork strewn on the floor….she just didn’t know what she’d find and suddenly she was frightened of opening her front door.

Tracy peered round the front door when she had parked her car at home…..she couldn’t see anything extraordinary. She went inside, and went into every room. It was all neat and tidy, and nothing seemed to be missing. She checked all her valuable documents…still where she had left them, and there was absolutely no sign of anything being different. It was as if no-one had been at the house at all. Then what had the visit been all about? My God, this was spooky. Tracy pushed it to the back of her mind and thought about why she had been sent home early. God, yes, yes, yeeesssss!! She could hardly wait.
She went to her bedroom and stripped off, running her fingers over her clit a few more times. Ummmm, oh my God, am I ready for this??? She raced to the trash can in the kitchen, naked except for her heels. Yes, it was still there. The empty bottle of Cotes du Rhone was just what Tracy was looking for. She washed it under the cold tap and then went back to her bedroom.

Back in his office, Rob Hampshire had flicked up the huge TV hidden in the office wall, and sat in an easy chair, the control panel at his fingertips. The picture was in colour and so clear and defined. He was able to follow Tracy around her house, from room to room, zooming in and out at will…..live television at its best!

He had sent her home early quite deliberately and the closed circuit system his men had installed was working perfectly. At least 8 Pin Hole cameras had been placed all over the house, with sound attachment, and it would take a Russian spy to find them. Certainly, Tracy and that shit of a husband wouldn’t find them.

Hampshire caressed his cock through his slacks as he watched Tracy move onto her bed and relax. She ran her hands up and down her body, playing with her tits, caressing her tummy and allowing a hand to caress across her vaginal lips and clit. The events of the day had taken her to such highs without allowing her to orgasm, but now she was alone, could take her time and she did so want to make the most of it.

Her nipples were like organ stops as she pulled gently on them and eased her shapely thighs apart. At the side of her, on the bed, was the red wine bottle and Tracy occasionally ran her fingers up and down, feeling the strength and shape of the silent partner, but at the moment she played on her clit with her fingers. She recalled Clyde’s glorious cock in her mouth, and the way his pent up cum had splashed all over her face, and she remembered April’s beautiful finger as it played in her ass-hole, bringing untold pleasure. And all the time, the love eggs had been up inside her cunt, sometimes just resting in place and sometimes vibrating together to get her juices running so frantically.

Already, Tracy had increased her excitement with these thoughts. A couple of her fingers went into her cunt and just slid gently into the first few inches, and she had to admit to herself, quite shamefully, that she now loved going to work. Every day was exciting, Hampshire only had to speak and she jumped to obey. He had turned her into a slut, as he said he would, but it was the type of domination that Tracy had yearned for, and she knew that she wouldn’t have missed the experiences for the world. She tried to put poor old Brian to the back of her thoughts, and she even admitted to herself that the way she felt right now, she might even let him fuck her tonight, if he was a good boy. But now, she wanted more…much more.

Hampshire had taken his cock out of his trousers as he watched his little slave getting more excited on her bed. Only for this once was he going to let her pleasure herself, as it was specifically so he could test the equipment, and now that he knew it all worked just as he planned, he was going to enjoy the display. He stroked his cock up and down as he watched Tracy bend up her knees. He moved his controls around and the picture went right up between her legs, and then he saw Tracy pick up the bottle.

She licked the neck and then sucked it into her mouth, while her hand played with her clit and cunt lips, and even on the screen, Hampshire could see her red lips were soaking and opening gently. Then Tracy ran the whole bottle down between her legs, letting the thick glass run over her clit, and he watched her shiver with excitement. His hand on his cock increased tempo as he saw the blonde wife move the neck of the bottle to the entrance of her cunt, and then, gently, so slowly, Tracy pushed in a couple of inches.

Her blonde head moved from side to side on her pillow as the wonderful feelings washed over her. Her eyes closed, she had not a care in the world right now, her mouth lolled open as the excitement in her body increased, and Tracy began to pull on her tits really hard, feeling no pain. Hampshire panned the picture back a little and watched Tracy’s high heels lift off the bed to point at the ceiling, and he saw her ease the bottle out to the top of the neck, and then push it back inside her again.

The sound system was perfect on the CCTV as Hampshire could hear her starting to moan as she shoved this home-made dildo in and out of her soaking cunt, and he broke into a grin as he heard the little slut muttering to herself.

‘Ummm…ohhhh, ohhhhhh…….you bastard Hampshire! Look what you’ve turned me into……a, grovelling slut, screwing myself in the middle of the afternoon……and I LOVE it!’ The bottle went in a little further, Tracy put her shoes back on the bed and she pushed her ass up as the ecstasy rippled through her loins. Her bottom lifted up and down off the bed as she began to fuck herself in earnest, now, and her whimpering became louder.

‘Aghhhhhhh, uh, uh, uh,’ and the whole neck was disappearing inside her as she became even more frantic. Could she get more in, could she stretch her cunt to accept the bottle where it opened out from the neck to full size? Tracy remembered the feelings from April’s finger earlier in the day, and her free hand strayed down to the cheeks of her ass and slid along the bucking crack.

‘Oh yes, yes, yesssssssssss,’ she almost screamed as her middle finger found her wet anus. The pent up frustration was now all gone and Tracy just pushed inside her ass with her finger as she thrust the red bottle into her cunt with her other hand. God, this was fantastic, nobody telling me what to do, no-one to tell me to stop, and her body was now on fire. She wiggled her finger in her bottom, bucking up and down on the bed, and she held the bottle tightly against her cunt and used all her endeavour to try and get it deeper inside her.

‘Ugghh, ughhh, ohhhh………I can’t……I ca…….I can’t hold on any…..any longer…..Oh yes!!!!!!!!!’

She was almost there, she was reaching the heights that her body had craved all day long, and Hampshire was enjoying every second from the comfort of his office. Tracy just pushed and screwed at both orifices of her body. Her finger jammed in and out of her ass, the bottle was slamming into her cunt as far as Tracy could get it, and the orgasm was bucking her body all over the bed.

Hampshire took his handkerchief from his pocket and his big cock erupted as he watched his little slave finally give in to her animal desires. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, her body taking two or three minutes to subside after going through every conceivable contortion. Finally, Tracy slumped on her bed, slipping her finger from her ass, but allowing the wet bottle just to lay on the bed, the neck still hanging from the lips of her throbbing cunt. This had been another day that she’d never forget, and now she would grab ten minutes shut-eye before the rest of the family started to arrive home. Yes, Brian might be in for a treat later that night……Tracy might just allow him to put his little cock inside her…!!!

Rob Hampshire had also had a successful day. Not only had he watched this gorgeous little vixen take herself to a wonderful orgasm for him, he had installed a complex network of CCTV in her home to watch her every move from now on, and he would not only be able to control her, but it would also enable him to get his own back on her wimp of a husband by controlling him through Tracy. Life looked even grander than before.

Just to make it all work, of course, he would forget to mention to Tracy that the auditors yesterday filed a report to him. The auditors reported that the missing money was computer error, due to a malfunction of the purchase ledger data, and that a paper transaction had now adjusted the accounts so that both companies now had correct cash and bank balances. Tracy’s husband, Brian, was innocent of any accusations made against him, and the matter was now closed. Only Hampshire knew this of course.

For Hampshire this was good news, and he would now just be able to concentrate on making Tracy the dirtiest, most submissive slut in the history of business perks!!! He pressed the ‘Record’ button on the CCTV and closed the office door behind him as he left for home!

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