A Walk in the Dark

[Wanton and wet]

Monique submits to her boss' advances

"Omigod!"

Monique was stunned when Shanus approached her and began to caress her neck and shoulders. She shuddered at his touch but made no reaction for fear she would upset her new boss on her very first day. His firm hands DID feel good, however. Her neck and shoulder muscles were in knots from the tense day.

As Shanus continued to caress his new employee, he advanced to her cheeks and felt the smoothness of her alabaster skin. She was hot to the touch and her face and neck were flush with embarassment as she submitted to Shanus' ministrations.

Monique sighed softly at the sensation, but stood frozen to the spot, afraid of what might come next and unsure how she would extricate herself from Shanus' advances. "I can't just stand here and accept his forward behavior," Monique thought. "But I guess a little harmless massage is alright. After all, I want to do everything I can to make him happy."

As Shanus dipped his hand to the edge of her blouse, Monique could feel herself redden again. The smooth fingers lingered near her breasts, and Monique slightly stiffened to his gentle caress. She was getting warm standing here in the office but her inner warmth betrayed her as she felt moist between her legs. She decided she must put a stop to Shanus' bold behavior.

But as Shanus' hand dipped to her breast, Monique sighed softly, offering a slight moan. She hoped her boss didn't notice. "This has gone too far," she thought to herself.

"Mr. Shanus, my husband is very good to me, very gentle and caring," Monique said, although secretly she wished her husband was be more brash, taking her aggressively, overcoming her by force. Just once Monique wanted he husband to see her as a sex object to be merely used.

"He's very good to me and wouldn't take kindly to your actions. You shouldn't presume to take such advances," Monique said, doing her best to portray an innocent wife. "It's not right. You make me feel like a wanton woman standing here with you."

But Shanus continued his caresses.

"No!" she thought to herself, she was getting everything she needed from her husband.

"No, Mr. Shanus," her mind screamed as his fingers played lightly over her breast, continuing to cause her extreme embarassment.

"No," she said as she felt his body heat.

"No, please," she said silently, as she continued to feel hot and creamy despite the humiliation of submitting to her boss.

"Be honest with me Monique, would you like more attention than you're getting?" Shanus asked.

"Yes, sir," she said honestly.

 

[Fanged_Death]

"Yes, sir,"

Shanus chuckled and pressed the bulge in his pants against her firm ass.

"You're a beautiful woman Monique, uner those clothes I bet you have a stunning body, it must hurt to be ignored by the one man that should be paying attention to you."

He used both hands now, undoing the blouses buttons and sliding it off her shoulders even as she continued to protest softly, knowing she had past the point of return with her confession seconds ago.He slid his hands under the delicate bra and filled them with ripe fullness of her breasts.


"It's my business to see things like that Monique, you should feel no shame in admitting it to me or yourself, instead you gather courage and give into the lust you feel."

Her nipples hardened and as she gasped another weak denial he unhooked the bra and slid off her shoulders, baring her upper torso to him as he turned her in his arms to look at her.

"Too many times a woman such as yourself denies what she truly needs and feels, and each time she has I've watched something shrivel and die inside, leaving her a shell of what she once was. Do you feel that happening Monique? Do you WANT it to happen to you?"

His hands returned to her breasts, cupping the weight of each as his thumbs toyed the nipples into greater, swollen hardness and his eyes studied her face.

"Yes....NO...I mean Yes...I'm not sure...I want...more, but....?"

The skirt was a momentarty diversion, the clasp holding it to her trim waist giving way and the fabric sliding off her hips as he tugged it down and off. She stood before him nude except for the tiniest of thong underwear.

Vulnerable

Scared

And fully aroused.

The scent of her arousal coming to his nostrils through the cloying wisp of perfume she wore, her lips swollen and her eyelids heavy with desire as he cupped her silky skinned buttock with one hand and rubbed her mound through the thin barrier with the other.

And chuckled.

"Your body knows what it wants. Listen to it and the one who you work for Monique, slide that thong off and lay back on my desk so I can give it to you."

 

[Wanton and wet]

Monique is terrified and aroused

"What have I done?" Monique said to herself as she blurted out "Yes, sir" to Shanus' direct question. "How could I have admitted my need for attention, my needs as a woman? But not this! Not standing here in front of my new boss as he opens my blouse and feels me."

Monique was dazed and confused. She was a proper, loving wife to her husband, but she had only moments ago admitted she needed more. But now, as the hands on her breasts squeezed and caressed, she feared Shanus would think she was cheap. After all, what kind of woman would allow such public advances with little or no protest? But the strong hands felt good on her body.

When her skirt fell to the floor Monique was truly at a loss to explain her mixed feelings. She was ashamed at the position she now found herself in, and humiliated to be used by her employer. But she felt a stirring between her legs and became creamy at his touch. Her body was betraying her. She worried that Shanus would consider her little more than a slut for her acquiesence to his lewd advances.

"Mr. Shanus, I don't know if . . . ," Monique started to protest, but she didn't finishe as a wave of lustful feelings spread through her body. Her stomach quivered in anticipation and her breathing came in short gasps. She could feel her nipples harden at Shanus' touch and she knew her fine pale skin must be blushing red. When he grabbed her ass and pressed his hand against her mound, her pussy gushed with juices. She couldn't stop it.

"I shouldn't be here," she said to herself. "I shouldn't be doing this. What have I turned into!?

But Monique thought about the money, and her debt to Shanus now that she had signed the loan papers.

"What choice do I have?" she thought. "I'll just have to pretend to go along with this. He IS forcing me, after all. She just hoped he wouldn't get too kinky, too degrading."

Monique's body, however, responded to Shanus' advances in a different manner. It just reacted to his touch, feeling pleasure in the gentle caresses and firm strokes from his hands. She was hot to his touch as he molested her nearly naked body. When Shanus asked her to remove her thong, it was as if he were asking her to remove her last shred of her dignity.

Still in a daze, Monique backed away from Shanus and slipped her tiny thong over her hips, down her legs and slipped it from her feet. She was appalled at her lewd behavior, torn between the shame she felt and the desire for more.

Monique lay back on the desk, with her legs dangling off the edge, her body surrounded usual office detritus -- telephone, office stationery, the contract she had just signed, a couple of pens and a rubber stamp pad.

But she paid little attention to the clutter. All she could focus on was her own confused state of mind and the reaction of her body. She saw Shanus grin as he gazed upon her naked form splayed across his desk.

She feared what would happen next, as her pussy continued to discharge womanly cream.

She felt vulnerable and defenseless to his advances.

She was ashamed and mortified.

She was wanton and wet.

 

[Fanged_Death]

Shanus was hard.

Swollen, stiff, more than ready.

So as Monique slid her back onto the desk top and pushed the paperwork to the side he slid off his own clothes and kicked off his shoes.

No need to stroke the snake with this one.

Her wide eyed look alone made him eager to ram it home.

If that didn't the curves of her body and the long legs leading to her tight ass would have.

He pressed the purple head of his cock against her sex and rubbed it experimentally, his own face showing a second of surprise at how wet she was.

How her own body betrayed her in the raw need to be fucked.

"You should read the contracts before you sign them Monique"

Shanus warned the woman spread open before him and gripped her hips with strong hands.

"If you don't you'll find you're......FUCKED."

Driving himself deep into Moniques cunt with the last word he wasted no time in explaining himself, only slamming brutally into a half dozen times and watching her breasts swing in response to the strokes.

He literally pounded the breath out of her as he pleased himself, feeling her juices wash over them both so quickly he nearly laughed, watching the surprised look on her face change to one of shame and then quickly into lust.

She was his. He knew it. So did she. This wasn't the "signing of the deal" or a one time thing, rather it was the beginning of a brutal and demanding, one sided relationship.

He was going to GIVE, hard..........fast..........and deep.

And Monique?

She was going to lay gasping and moaning on her back, her words confused but clearly begging for more.

"Lift your legs baby" Shanus grunted and thrust his hips forward another time. "So I can get my whole cock into that hole of yours"

 

[Kammie]

She gasped her knees buckling, leanign against him as he slide his fingers into her.

"Let's get dressed, I'm no use to you at the moment," he said suddenly releasing her."just put on a thin dress don't bother with underwear," he suggested as an afterthought, as he started to dress himself.

Stumbling as he released her Kammie instinctively pressed her hand between her thighs rubbing her slit, she noticed brown watching her with a amused glint in his eyes.

She still couldn't believe how turned on she had been, apart of her dissapointed when he started to get dressed. It was almost as if because she ahd been forced into this situation it was okay that she enjoyed it, she wasn't a whore she had no choice. The fact that what had turned her on was the fact she was sucking a strangers big cock and how dirty it made her feel didn't change how she rationilzed it.

She opened her wardrobe revealing a extensive collection of outfits al thanks to daddy's deep pockets. "would you like to choose what I wear Mr Brown," She said. He handed her a red top with a deep v front down to her navel and a tiny black skirt which just which barely reached a inch below her pussy. As he watched she slipped them on taking out a pair of black stilletoes to complete it.

"Shall we go then."

 

[bullshot]

Out for a Drink

"Shall we go then."

Kammie looked red hot in that dress, it was a good job John couldn’t raise his cock at that moment or he would have ripped it straight off her again.

“Do a twirl” he suggested and was pleased to see the hem of her short skirt rise exposing her naked sex and ass. They left Kammie’s apartment and went to John’s car, he took a towel from the back seat and put it on the leather passenger seat.

“Lift the back of your skirt before you sit down, you felt so wet we don’t want stains on your skirt do we,” John said laughing. As she did this and sat down on the towel John reached across to the glove compartment taking out three balls fastened together with string.

“Pull the front of your skirt back and open your legs,” John said. Once she’d done that he proceeded to feed the three balls into her sex until all three were hidden from view. Although they wouldn’t have any effect while they were in the car John knew that once she started walking they’d move around inside her making her really horny.

John drove to his house first and deposited Kammie’s contract into his safe before the went to Vixen’s . As they walked into the club they could see that it was quite full but fortunately there was a couple of stools at the bar.

“What do you want to drink?” John asked Kammie as they sat on the two stools, ordering a beer for himself.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Monique creams her boss' cock

Monique lay spread on Shanus desk in almost a dreamlike state, as Shanus poked the head of his cock along her pussy.

"I feels so good," she said to herself. "I shouldn't be responding to this. At least Mr. Shanus is gentle, even if he is insistent on using me."

In her languorous mood, Monique relaxed, revelling in the feelings emanating from her sex. Her eyes were closed and her head lolled back and forth as she guiltily enjoyed Shanus thick cock slipping and sliding on her pussy and clit. She vaguely heard him talking about reading her contract, not quite catching what he was trying to tell her.

And then . . . . slam!!! Her eyes shot wide open as Shanus pumped his cock into her creamy pussy, filling her up with his meat, yes, fucking her here on the desk. Her body was limp, shaking and rocking from the force of Shanus' thrusts. She was in semi-shock and totally out of control. Monique was unable to escape the powerful pounding that her boss was administering. Her mind pleaded with him to stop; her eyes pleaded with him to continue.

She realized she really didn't want him to stop. The friction of his cock against her pussy was generating an enormous amount of heat. She was creaming on his shaft as he fucked her roughly.

"Yes, he IS fucking me," Monique thought. "Fucking me here like a common slut, fucking me like he would a cheap whore that he picked up . . . . . "

And with that image in her mind, Monique went over the edge. Her pussy convulsed, coating Shanus' cock with her juices, causing her body to shudder and quiver at the sheer pleasure she felt. Shanus continued to pound away as Monique's body flailed away, her legs dangling over the deg of the desk, her tits bouncing obscenely. She was a rag doll to Shanus' thrusts.

"My God I'm so bad," Monique muttered softly in her delerium. "That was so good."

"Please Mr. Shanus, no more," Monique said as the humiliation of her plight sunk in. "I can't keep doing this. You'll think I'm cheap and easy. And I'm only . . . . "

Shanus shut down Monique's ramblings by lewdly telling her to lift and spread her legs. She was shocked at the suggestion that he hadn't fully penetrated her. Her pussy now would be wide open for him.

But slowly, as Monique gazed lustily at Shanus, she raised her legs, spreading them wide, resigning herself to her fate, secretly anticipating her pending violation and waiting for him to ram his cock all the way home. What else could she do?

Her eyes were wide with desire and anticipation.

Tears streamed down her face.

 

[Fanged_Death]

Moniques legs held high and wide Shanus leered down at her body and then laughed.

"You've got a whores body Monique and though you won't admit it you like being treated like one, doncha!"

Gripping her hips he yanked her closer to the edge of the desk so her firm buttocks were in full view as he reached down and tweaked her nipples.

Noooooo ahhhhhHH"

Came the whimpered reply as he guided the head of his pussy juice soaked cock back into her open sex.

"You like it SLUT, don't YOU?"

He demanded and waited for her to deny it.

I'm NOT a Slu...ahhhhh"

Monique tried to deny and Shanus slammed his full 10 inches into her cunt.

"Yes you ARE"

He cackled and pulled back slowly, forcing his swollen shaft to drag over her clit until only the head remained in her.

"MY SLUT!"

He drove the words and his cock home a second time, feeling his swollen balls slap the juice soaked orbs of her ass cheeks.

Again he pulled his length out slowly, feeling her lips cling to his shaft and watching her quiver and moan as he teased her.

"Say it Monique, tell me what you ARE!"

Again she tried to rally and he drove himself competely into her, feeling his cockhead ram into her womb as he forced the air from her lungs.

Nooooo....uhhhhh

Time and time again Shanus demanded for Monique to admit what she was....and each time as she denied him she grew weaker, the sensations of his cock dragging against her clit forcing her body closer and closer to a forced orgasm.

"Maybe you need some of this, huh SLUT?"

Shanus mocked her and savagely slapped the cheek of one unprotected buttock, grinning as she cried out and twisted, her sex clenching his cock like a giant hand and sending ripples of pleasure through him as he pulled back.

"Or THIS?"

Gripping both tits in his hands he crushed them, driving his hips forward to hear the meaty slap of his thighs pound against her juice soaked own.

Pleeeaaaaase....uhhhhhhh

Again he pulled back and held himself barely inside her dripping wet sex, sliding his left hand down to her slit to rub it against her clit and grin at her.

"Your body loves it baby. You can't deny what I can see and hear. The only thing wrong here is you not admitting what you've been craving all this time and have never been getting!"

Pulling his soaked thumb and hand back he slid it under her ass cheeks and then up between them, searching and finding a hole that was NEXT to be violated.

Uhhhhhhhh, what are you doing to me?"

Monique whimpered, her eyes suddenly wide as she felt his thumb invade her back door.

"Treating you like the SLUT you are baby!"

Shanus leered back at her and drove his hips forward again, enjoying the sudden tightness he had achieved by using his thumb as a butt plug.

"Tell me what you are


SLUT"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ It was a relatively quiet night at the Club... and Jensan was glad of that.. she was tired.. stressed.. and had much too much on her mind to deal with a huge crowd or any trouble. She still had not been able to reach her contacts, and even more disturbing was, the *bodyguard* that her Agency had sent to keep an eye on her, was gone. He had up and disappeared several days ago. And, to make matters even worse, she could not reach him. Not at his cell phone, apartment, nothing. Something was very wrong, but Jensan could not put her finger on it, nor did she have a way out of it..

She would have to just stay where she was and.. well.. see what happened...

She was behind the bar tonight, one of the things she actually enjoyed doing.. that way she could watch the entire place, and talk to the patrons...

When the man and the woman in the red dress came in, she put on her best smile, quickly fetching the beer He ordered.... and awaited to see what the woman with Him would want..they were an interesting couple, she was quite beautiful.. He was a bit.. well.. brutal looking in her eyes.. Jensan was good at reading people and these 2 were going to be interesting to watch... ~

 

[Wanton and wet]

Becoming a slut

"I'm a slut," Monique muttered, barely aware of her response. Her mind was in chaos as her body was being pummelled by Shanus. Her legs were obscenely wide open for his pounding cock. And he was mercilessly using her for his own pleasure.

"Ungghhhh, ungghhhh, ungghhhh, ungghhhh," Monique's moans were in a staccato rythmn as Shanus continued his violation of her hot pink pussy. Her eyes were clamped shut and her head lolled back and forth as Shanus' relentless fucking continued.

"Nooo, nooo, nooo, noooooooooo." Monique's lips mouthed the words but they were a feeble protest, an almost automatic protest, as though the words were spoken but not meant.

"Please, please, please, pleeeeease," she murmurred as Shanus' cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. He kept goading her with nasty comments vile insults, pimping her to admit she was a slut, his slut. But she couldn't say it, she was a proper wife to her husband, not a common tramp. However, Shanus had reached her, had reached her center and found a hidden desire. She couldn't be responding to his cruel use of her body. Could she?

And yet . . . . Monique felt the heat between her outstretched legs. She felt her pussy lips tingling and gripping the fast moving cock. She felt her clit quiver with anticipation and instinctively knew it would lead to ever higher sensations.

Then Shanus smacked her white ass and she knew she was bounding out of control. With each slap, she felt rising levels of excitement. Her asscheeks burned but her passion burned hotter.

Monique's lust was at a fever pitch but so was her shame. She was sick with humiliation at letting Shanus see her so carnally charged and out of control. Tears flow freely as she hated and enjoyed the abuse Shanus cock levelled on her slick and wet pussy.

As Shanus reached between her asscheeks to finger her asshole, Monique thought she would die of embarrassment and ecstacy. Wide-eyed, she saw Shanus leer at her, totally in control of her body, totally without mercy as he jack-hammered her limp body and violated her virgin asshole.

Monique's felt her creamy pussy lips rubbed raw by Shanus cock. Her sexual tension was rising and she knew her climax was near. Despite her horror at Shanus' vile attack, her body was responding sexually to his repeated thrusts.

He kept prodding her for an answer. "Tell me what you are, Monique." She resisted, unwilling to give in to his demands, until she finally went over the edge.

"Yes, I'm a slut! I'm your slut! Your whore to use, your whore to fuck! I want more of your cock! I want to feel it in my pussy! Pound it in my cunt! Use my hole! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"

And with that, Monique's pussy gushed cream all over Shanus cock as she was in the throes of an amazing orgasm.

 

[Fanged_Death]

Shanus slowed and then stopped, his bare chest heaving and covered with sweat as he pulled his still hard cock from Monique’s creamed cunt.

"You liked that SLUT, didn't you."

It wasn't really a question and they both knew it.

Shanus had pushed her over a line he knew she would have never crossed alone.

But what amazed him was once she had been pushed over, how quickly she had screamed in assent and orgasm.

"You came louder and harder than any bitch I've bedded in the past and we're NOT done YET."

Monique was a sight of hungry and horny eyes, her hair spread out and over the desk, her lips swollen and eyes heavy with the after affects of her orgasm, her breasts damp with the sweat from the exertions he had forced her through.

Shanus gripped his still creamed cock and guided it forward a second time, this time aiming lower for a much tighter hole.

"Try this out for size BABY, lets see if you can make the next ROUND a little LOUDER and more ACTIVE, slut."

There was no to lube his cock, no need to position the woman still laying dazed on his desks surface.

Instead he hammered his cock deep into her virgin ass and gripped her hips as she cried out in pain and surprise.

"That's right SLUT"

Shanus leered and freed a hand to slap her creamed ass cheek.

"Show me what a WILD FUCK you are!"

A second time he drove his rock hard cock into her unprotected body, a second time he slammed into her like a madman and taunted her as his cock was forced deeper and deeper into her body.

And with each punishing thrust Monique screamed and protested, her body twisting on top of the desk as he pinned her down with one hand.

And pummeled her ass cheeks with the other.

Minutes later as he felt Monique begin to buck against his body, driving her own groin against his thrusts he grunted and emptied his balls into her virgin ass, then laughed as he pulled out of her and saw her pouting face.

"Use your hand SLUT if you need to finish yourself."

Using Monique’s blouse to clean himself he grinned as she frantically fingered her clit and drove herself towards a second orgasm, watching her hips buck and squirm as she drew closer and he lifted the single piece of hardware that remained on the desktop, dabbing his finger into it and tracing a pattern across her breasts.

"There you go baby, it ain't a Van Gogh but will do until I can make it more permanent for ya"

He left the room and moved into a second room tucked off to the side, the sound of running water telling his newest "associate" that he was cleaning himself and humming in a satisfied tone as he did.

Minutes later he returned, dressed in a fresh suit and looking as if nothing had happened, a small bright red lycra mini-skirt in one hand, the matching bikini top in the other.

"There you are Monique, take this outfit and go get cleaned up before putting it on, I'm going to take you with me to meet another client."

Grinning he watched the well fucked and abused woman slide off the desk and stumble by on weak legs.

"Don't forget your outfit baby and don't bother trying to scrub my artwork off that lovely chest of yours.

It's permanent ink"

 

[Kammie]

Kammie didn't answer at first, she sat pressing her thighs together letting out a soft moan. the walk from the car had been torture feeling the balls move inside of her every time she took a step, trying desperately to act normal. She felt a ball brush her g-spot, stumbling as she let out a yelp her cheeks turning crimson as she felt peoples eyes on her. She pressed her self against brown leaning on him until as he grinned at her enjoying her embarresment.

She was brought back to the present by Brown as he roughly slapped her ass repeating his question.

"I'll have a wkd blue please If you have it," She replied smilimg at the woman behind the bar, selfconciously adjusting her skirt pulling it down a little worried someone might have seen.

 

[bullshot]

As they finished there first drink, John ordered another for them both with a smile for the barmaid.

Soft slow music came from the speakers as they started their second drink.

"Would you like to dance?" John asked getting off his stool. Kammie had no choice other than to join him. It was a slow dance so John was able to hold her close, he could feel the eyes of the guys in the club on them both. As the music finished John spun Kammie to finish the dance. Her skirt rose showing her bare ass and pussy to the guys who were watching.

Kammie's face turned red with embarrassment at this as John led her back to her seat. He knew that the balls inside her had been working overtime by the way she clung to him as they danced.

John could feel his manhood starting to get interested again and knew that they could go shortly. He put his hand on her thigh and gently slid it under her short skirt feeling the wetness he knew she was ready as well.

"We'll finish our drinks and go back to your place," John told her as she squirmed under his touch.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I'll have a wkd blue please If you have it,"

"But of course" she intoned, still studying the woman.. something was off.. odd.. and downright sensual about her.. and Jensan never went for women. Her observation was not really all that sexual, not in relation to herself. Just that the woman seemed to be.. almost in heat, and Jensan attributed that to the man with her.

The drink, and subsequent drinks, were placed before the couple. Jensan watching intently as they got up to dance. She certainly got an eyeful as she watched, yes, they were an interesting couple indeed. It was not lost on Jensan that the guy was getting, well.. aroused. That was very hard to miss.

Someone was gonna get lucky tonight, she thought to herself, glad to have this little distraction from her worries of the preceeding days.. worries that she knew she was going to have to deal with soon...

As they came back to their seats, Jensan heard Him speak low to the woman... "We'll finish our drinks and go back to your place," ...

Ahhhh.. she was right.. grasping a bottle of champagne from under the bar, she leaned over the counter to the couple...a tendril of her dark hair slipping over her shoulder to dance on the bar surface as she spoke, soft, her voice a bare, tantalizing whisper..

"Please, enjoy this bottle of champagne on me"

 

[Wanton and wet]

Using and marking his property

Monique was in ecstacy. She rocked back and forth as her orgasm spread throughout her body. Her mind was filled with the lustfulness of it all, the sweet pleasure of her climax reached all of her nerve ends. She shuddered at the sensations and revelled in the buzz that rocked her to her soul.

As she started to come down, she began to feel shame for how deeply she enjoyed the desktop fucking Shanus gave her. The memory of the filthy and disgusting admissions he forced from her now felt depraved. She was shocked at her compliance with his demands, and even more shocked that she enjoyed it. After all, her creaming pussy was evidence of her complicity in her own violation.

Shanus only grinned at the slut he created. Monique watched him as he leered at her, watching his grip his hard cock, until he plowed ahead, reaching her virgin asshole. And then without warning, he entered her, plunging his cock into her depths. It was a tight fit.

Still aroused, Monique was not prepared for such a forceful attack.

"Noooooooo, you're too big!" Monique moaned. "It hurts me. I feel so stuffed!"

But Shanus continued to saw his cock in and out of her slick asshole, pummeling Monique as she lay helpless on his desk. She had lost all control of her body. Her movements only because of the pounding Shanus provided, rocking her body back and forth. Her red hair surrounded her head on the desk, except for the strands that were plastered to her forehead and one cheek. Her breasts rocked back and forth.

All Monique could do was moan in reaction to the fierce attack on her asshole.

"Please . . . Mr. . . . Shanus . . . I can't . . . take . . . anymore," Monique slowly and softly whimpered. "The . . . pain . . . is . . . too . . . much."

Monique's listless acquiesence to her boss' forceful fucking was unacceptable to Shanus. He preferred his bitches to have more energy.

As Monique wriggled and writhed actively on his thrusting cock, he began to slap her exposed asscheek. Slap after slap after slap with his open hand brought Monique to life.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh. Nooooooooo!" Monique wailed as she felt her ass burn. "What are you doing!!!??? Owwwwwwwwwww! No more! Please!!!!!"

But Shanus brutal paddling continued as he focused on a single ass cheek, which now glowed bright red. Monique was mortified. First she was fucked, then her ass was being penetrated and finally she was being beaten.

"Stop, please! Oooooooooooohhhh! I'm yours sir! I'll do whatever you want! But please stop. My ass is on fire."

And Shanus DID stop, just long enough to grab both of Monique's ankles, raising them high. His vicious fucking continued briefly until Monique's complete helplessness and surrender to his cock overwhelmed him. He spurted his considerable cum deep in Monique's ass.

He pulled out roughly and Monique's hand immediately went to her pussy at Shanus' command and she fingered herself until she reached yet another stirring climax. She was spent, laying limply before her boss, as he cleaned himself off with her white blouse. Monique lay dazed as Shanus traced something on the top part of her left breast. But she was too drained to see how he marked her or even to care that he had.

Monique relived her violation as Shanus left the room. The humiliation of being used so forcefully, of being fucked like a worthless slut and of being totally vulnerable, was shameful to her. She didn't think she could ever look Shanus in the eye again. Her daydreams however, also brought back the intense pleasure she experienced, the kind of pleasure she hoped to experience again. She had never achieved such forceful climaxes with her husband. His gentle ways were romantic and sweet, but her animal urges were not unleashed until Shanus violated her unmercifully.

Without warning Shanus returned from the bathroom and looked quite chipper. He was neat and clean and fresh-looking in his crisp white suit. He held out a sexy red skirt and a red bikini top, instructing Monique to clean herself up for a trip to a night club. Monique indifferently slipped off the desk, steadying herself briefly, before reaching for the clothing. She walked toward the bathroom, Shanus' sperm dripping from her asshole. Her left asscheek was still bright red, a stark contrast to the alabaster paleness of her right cheek.

Monique did her best to freshen up, washing the smell of sex from her sore body. She stood before a full-length mirror and was shocked at her appearance. The professional, self-assured woman who walked into Shanus' office hours ago was gone. In her place was a used woman, a woman who appeared to be a sexual being. The nicety of her demeanor had changed to a more wanton look. As if to remove all doubt, she saw in the mirror what Shanus had marked high on her breast - "TULS". She was horrified and tried to rub it away, but she remembered Shanus saying it was permanent ink. "I guess I am now truly a SLUT," she said to no one in particular. As she turned, she saw her ass cheek, a flaming red that showed no sign of fading. And she teared up.

Without thinking, Monique grabbed the garments Shanus had provided and started to pull them on. Her bra and panties were ruined so she had no choice but to slip on the tight, short skirt and skimpy bikini top without wearing anything underneath. She just hoped she could find her heels.

Taking another look in the mirror, Monique realized the skirt was so short that the bottom of her asscheeks were visible. The redness of her left cheek extended a couple of inches below the hem of the obscenely short skirt. The bikini top was laughably small, two small strips from which her breasts bulged on both sides. Her "SLUT" mark was like a beacon on the pale skin of her breast.

Reaching for her lipstick, Monique applied a liberal amount. Her red, wet mouth now matched her outfit. She had "slut" figuratively and literally written all over her.

"I can't believe Mr. Shanus actually will take me out looking like this," Monique muttered. "It's obscene. Everyone will think I'm just another whore. Surely he can't be serious about displaying me so lewdly in public."

 

[Kammie]

She could have died with embarrassment as he twirled her the guys around them cheering as her skirt rose. Her cheeks crimson as they walked back to the bar, swiftly downing her drink she felt she would need it the way this night was going.

"Please. enjoy this bottle of champagne on me"

Kammie looked up at jensan in surprise “Thanks” she smiled, the smile soon fell from her lips as she saw brown watching jensan a admiring her as she served drinks to the customers. Kammie was surprised at how jealous she felt reaching over placing her hand on the bulge growing in Browns pants to get his attention

 

[bullshot]

Seeing Kammie finish her drink so quickly after the returned to the bar, he got her another thinking there was no rush he had all night with her.

"Please. enjoy this bottle of champagne on me" Jensan said handing a bottle to Kammie

“Thanks” Kammie replied.

John was now studying Jensan knowing that she was in serious debt to the company and would shortly be going through an initiation just like Kammie was at the moment. As far as he knew Richard intended to have Jensan and the club to cover the debt, the club would be turned into a Strip Club.

He hadn’t noticed Kammie glaring at him for studying Jensan so he was brought back to the present with a jolt as he felt her hand on his trousers touching his semi-erect cock.

“Are you that keen to use it again?” he asked her starting to laugh as her face reddened again.

“Do you have an empty bottle?” John asked Jensan.

“Unfortunately no only these beer bottles,” she replied showing John a bottle about ten inches long with a two inch neck widening to two inches diameter at the bottom.

“That will do,” thank you John said taking the bottle off her.

“get down off the stool,” John said to Kammie, getting off his own he could see that Kammie was wondering what was going to happen next.

Once Kammie was standing in front of him, John put one hand under her short skirt and slipped his fingers into her soaking pussy. He felt around feeling her squirm as he fished for the strings tying the balls together, when he finally found one he slid the balls out of her pussy and deposited them into a plastic bag he’d taken from his pocket.

“I’ll put them back before we leave,” John told her.

Picking up the empty bottle from the bar he led Kemmie over to a table pulling out one of the chairs he placed the bottle on it.

“Sit on the bottle so that it slides into you,” John told her when she looked at him as if to say what now.

 

[Kammie]

Dont try this at home

Kammie walked to the chair the colour draining from her face as she thought about what she wax going to do. A crowd of people had gathered the couldn’t help but notice Brown pulling g out the balls watching Kammie struggle to suppress her moans as the thick balls slid between her lips.

Some of the crowd cheered her on as she approached the chair others watched in silent disgust as she pulled her skirt up around her hips lowering herself onto it gasping as the cold bottle pressed against her pussy reflexively pulling her herself off it.

She looked up into Browns eyes knowing she had to do, this slowly pushing down onto the bottle a yelp escaping her lips as the bottle suddenly filled her. Slowly spreading her wider as she pushed down onto the flared neck of the bottle. Until the thick body of the bottle pressed against her entrance.

She gritted her teeth, her breathing getting heavy, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table edge, as she started to gently bounce on it forcing it into herself inch by inch as the men in the crowd cheered.

Kammie stood suddenly leaning on chairs and tables as she passed them as she unsteadily walked to the bar falling onto it face first. She could only imagine how obscene it looked, her tight little ass pointing at the crowd an inch of the thick bottle protruding from her sex.

 

[bullshot]

John smiled as Kammie lowered herself onto the bottle, he didn’t need to give her any encouragement the guys in the bar were giving her enough with their cheering.

As Kammie got up from the chair with the bottle stuck inside her, john positioned himself to catch her if she fell as she staggered to the bar before falling onto it with her legs open and the end of the bottle protruding out of her pussy. John twisted the bottle making sure that it would move before pulling it out half way and pushing it in again smiling as Kammie moaned.

“Let’s get you out of here,” John said to Kammie as he withdrew the bottle completely and slid the three balls back into her. Kammie picked up the champagne bottle as John supported her as they walked from the bar. John was having difficulty walking himself, his cock was so hard after watching Kammie perform.

“You did well in there, I can see your going to be a big asset to the company” John told her once they were in the car. “Now I want to get you home, my cock needs some relief and we both know where it’s going to get it,” he told her as he drove.

They arrived outside Kammie’s apartment block, John still supported her as they reached the outside door, he memorised the code as she entered it and they went up to her place. Kammie opened the door and they both entered heading straight for the bedroom.

“Strip” John ordered as the reached the bedroom and started to strip himself.

 

[Fanged_Death]

"I can't believe Mr. Shanus actually will take me out looking like this, It's obscene. Everyone will think I'm just another whore. Surely he can't be serious about displaying me so lewdly in public."

Shanus grinned as he pushed the door open to find Monique dressed and ready.

"You won't be just another whore baby, you'll be mine"

Stepping into the tiny confines of the bathroom he slid his hand into her hair and gripped it from the back.

"I'm Boss Shanus and there is no one who has the money or power I do down here, I've got dirt on the cops, the politicians and even a senator. No one will fuck with you unless I tell them to, understood?"

Pulling Monique against him he let her feel the swollen cock under his suit and felt her heat in return, his low laugh assuring her he understood her arousal.

"You enjoyed it all slut, I felt and saw you cum so don't deny it. Tonight is going to be a lesson for you on how to behave when you're "out" with me, so watch closely and listen closer. Otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to give you a tour of a room I designed for bad girls."

Releasing her hair he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a "choker" necklace and a pair of matching bracelets, the stones imbedded in the dark leather twinkling as he slid the first peice around her neck and fastened it.

"That's nice, it looks real NICE on you baby as it highlights that long neck of yours before it tapers to those firm tits. Put these on in the car, will you please."

Again it wasn't a question and as they stepped out of the bathroom Shanus slid an arm around her waist and cupped her asscheek as he guided her out of the offices and to his waiting Cadillac.

"Slide in honey. I just bought her and want to give her a test drive over to a club I'm looking at."

He fired up the engine and listened to it purr, then glanced over to see Monique doing as he told her in the offices, fastening the matching bracelets to her wrists.

"You're a good looking woman Monique. Your husbands a fool for not keeping you satisfied. Still it's his loss and my gain. Play your cards right and maybe you'll be helping me choose the girls in the near future, okay baby?"

The car pulled smoothly out onto the throat and he punched the throttle, feeling it surge ahead and smiling at the smooth acceleration, his glance going over to his newest aquisition.

"Have you ever felt a mans cock on the back of your throat baby?"

 

[Wanton and wet]

"A whore? Is that what he thinks I am?" Monique thought, surprised at Shanus' new, rough attitude. "He was so nice when I met him and now he seems intent on totally humiliating me."

Monique felt Shanus' heat as he pulled her to him. And she felt his hardness when he pressed up against her. He said he would protect her, but Monique still was unnerved at the idea of being his whore. Not that she didn't look the part with her too-short dress and too-small halter top. The inked on "Slut" tattoo spelled out exactly how she must look . . . and how she felt.

When Shanus buckled the jeweled choker collar arond her neck, she felt even more submissive. The matching bracelets would only add to her embarrassment.

"I guess I AM a whore, and not just an anoymous one, but a whore that apparently will be paraded through a night club," Monique said to herself. "I can't bear to think about it."

Once out of the office and into Shanus car, Monique was even more nervous. She was out in public, riding along on Hell City's dark streets, dressed as a common streetwalker, obviously owned by the man who held her future in his hands. She had never felt so vulnerable. But strangely, she felt her pussy tingling, betraying her shame. "How could I be gushing now, at all times, at such rude and obscene treatment."

Monique thought of her husband, and his gentle ways. She was overcome with guilt, not just becasue she was betraying him, but for her own lusty feelings in spite of her humiliation. He would be scandalized if he found out.

Shanus drove toward the club, obviously happy with himself.

"Have you ever felt a man's cock on the back of your throat baby?" he casually asked.

It was a question that shocked her.

Monique had never had a man's penis in her mouth in her entire life!

 

[Kammie]

As brown drove kammie reached over unzipping his trousers stroking his cock leaning forward taking his swollen meat between her lips licking and sucking his cock as he tried to keep control of the car.

They quickly went up to her apartment brown almost carrying her up the stairs, her legs weak as the balls drove her almost delirious with lust a trickle of her juices running down her thigh. She quickly peeled off her clothes starting even before brown said anything the nights teasing had been to much for her, she wanted him she needed to be fucked.

"please" she mumbled naked before him "please fuck me"

 

[bullshot]

By the time John had stripped with his hot erect member proud in front of him, Kammie had slipped out of her dress and was standing naked before him mumbling.

"please fuck me"

John had known that she was hot from the way she dealt with the bottle and teased his cock as they drove back, but he hadn’t realised how hot until this moment. He was going to enjoy sliding his cock into her sex but first she was going to have to suffer the removal of the balls from her pussy.

With one hand he started to fish inside her again for the balls, and his fiddling inside her was causing all sorts of moans from Kammie. Eventually he managed to catch one of the strings and remove the balls but by this time Kammie appeared to be desperate to get his cock into her she was pulling it towards her sex.

Ed picked her up and carried her to the bed, putting her onto it he slipped between her legs as she opened and bent them, before finally ramming his cock deep into her.

How good it felt to finally have his cock sheathed by her pussy, he savoured the feeling for a few moments before starting to steadily fuck her ramming his cock in hard each time. He was taking his time and was really going to enjoy the feeling of his cock ramming hard into her and sliding out again.

 

[Fanged_Death]

Shanus didn't get a vocal answer from Monique.

Her shocked expression in the dashlights said it all, and more.

Fellatio was a word Monique probably thought belonged in an opera performance.

The idea of breaking her in made his cock twitch and stir, despite the release it had been given less than ten minutes before.

"Slide over her baby and unzip my pants, then get this damned snake out of them."

Shanus instructed and watched the horror come to her face as the realization of what he had in store hit her.

"I will not!"

He was prepared for such an event, he had timed his question so they were on the isolated two lane that led out to the club, a road where few people drove at this time of the night.

Jamming on the brakes he slid the car to a halt and turned in his seat.

"Get OUT then, I'll go visit your old man and tell him of the arrangements we had, and how you skipped out on them. What do you think will happen if he catches up with you on this road, dressed as you are?

Tears welled in her eyes and Shanus chuckled, crying had no effect on him as she was soon to find out.

"That is, IF someone ELSE doesn't pick you up FIRST, lets say a POLICE cruiser or maybe a couple of hillbillies heading back to the cabin in the hills?"

Her shoulders quaked as she sobbed, the tears rolling out and down her cheeks to drip on the full breasts on display in the tiny bra, and Shanus laughed as she pleaded.

"I...I've never done anything like that before, I don't HOWwwww!"

"Then either quit whining and get over here to do as I say, or GET OUT!"

He demanded and watched Monique's face and the conflicting emotions on it.

"I'll stay" She sniffled in reply.

"That's a good slut, now undo these pants and get my cock out, but FIRST use a napkin and blot that lipstick off, I don't want my pants stained!"

Sliding the seat back he eased the car back onto the road and slowly set back out towards the club as Monique's trembling fingers undid his zipper and coaxed his half erect cock out.

"Pretend it's an all day sucker honey, give it a whole bunch of long, slow licks and then very carefully...SUCK on it with your lips."

 

[Wanton and wet]

Monique surprised herself at her defiant refusal to unzip Shanus' pants and release his cock. She should have known it would be a short-lived rebellion.

Then Shanus pulled over and threatened to leave her alongside the road, at the mercy of whatever denizen of Hell City happened to pass by. He unnerved her when he explained he would let her husband know of her betrayal. She was reduced to tears which were quietly running down her face and dripping into her cleavage.

Understanding the depths of her vulnerabiity and resigned to her fate at Shanus' hands, Monique she did as she was told. She wiped the red lipstick from her mouth and reached for Shanus' pants, slowly unzipping him. She reached inside and felt his large, soft cock. Her hands trembled as she felt the smooth shaft and the thick vein that ran along the underside. She pulled his cock from his pants and stared wide-eyed at its large head. With her whole hand grasping his length, Monique bent down to take a closer look at the obscene-looking member. It was growing longer and harder as she continued to run her hand slowly up and down the shaft. When fully extended, Shanus' cock extended three inches past Monique's partially closed fist.

"Pretend it's an all day sucker honey, give it a whole bunch of long, slow licks and then very carefully...SUCK on it with your lips."

Still teary eyed, Monique reluctantly bowed down and brushed her lips on the cockhead, rubbing it back and forth. She gently kissed it, and then let her tongue slide around the underside of the helmet-shaped head. As she swirled her tongue over Shanus large cock, it began to glisten with the wetness from her mouth. She continued to lick as she squeezed the shaft and noticed a pearly wetness coming from the hole at the top of Shanus' cock. She tongued the emission and discovered it had a musky sweetness.

Monique began to explore the Shanus' cock with her mouth, sliding her tongue down the underside of the shaft, as the top of his member pushed up past her lips and alongside her nose. She licked the sides of the large cock and rolled her mouth over the top side, all the while trailing saliva as she licked him everywhere.

Pulling back, Monique eyes were drawn to the massive member, which was long and very hard. It looked vulgar and obscene. The shiny head was red, giving it an angry look. She was fascinated. Not sure what to do, Monique opened her mouth and slowly slipped her lips over the top of Shanus' cock. She suddenly thought of her husband, who would be devastated to see his wife servicing another man in such a filthy way. But the feel of Shanus cock on her lips and tongue was alluring.

Her tongue swirled around as Monique gently wrapped her lips over Shanus' bulbous cockhead. Her cheeks puffed out slightly as Shanus' dick continued to grow. Monique nibbled slightly on the head, and softly mouthed the strange cock. Her saliva escaped from her mouth and ran down the sides of the hard member. She was slowly making love to his maleness.

She was at a loss as to how to continue.