Under His Thumb (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for SannaBlonde82


I shoved the stack of documents across my desk and watched as she reluctantly flipped through them. This was a bit of a formality at this point. I'd been describing her husband's mistakes for the last few minutes while closely watching her. She didn't want to believe, but she did.

It made sense if you knew Bill. Oh, he certainly looked the part of a bright young executive. Great hair, chiseled features, lean build, even a dimple when he smiled. He looked like he'd stepped out of a Brooks Brothers ad. The perfect example of junior executive on his way up.

But if you really knew how Bill operated, it was a slightly different story. He might look the part, but it was all surface level. Bill didn't care much for the nitty-gritty of how the business actually worked. He'd rather schmooze the board of directors than talk to the shop foremen who kept this company moving.

That was what offended me about him. I didn't look like a shiny executive Ken doll like him because I'd clawed my way up from the manufacturing side fifteen years earlier. My MBA wasn't from some prestigious Ivy League, but I actually knew the nuts and bolts of this operation. I looked like semi-pro wrestler than a polo player. I was big, broad, and bald: facts which this young punk liked to tease me about when he thought I wasn't looking. Yet despite my knowledge and seniority, this asshole was on the fast track to promotion.

His wife was the real cherry on the sundae. I stared across at her now. Of course Bill would have someone like her at his side. Goddam gorgeous. Her cascading waterfall of brilliant blonde hair was currently tucked away in a sensible bun matching her similarly serious attire, but I could sense the outrageous curves hidden beneath the surface atop legs that went on for a country mile. Bill had bragged more than once about how great her tits were, but it was I think he might have undersold them. She was another bright young professional like him, of course. Idiot. If he'd been a real man, he'd have put a baby or two in her by now. A woman this fine shouldn't spend her days in business suits.

The easy way might just have been to smash his face in, but quick revenge wasn't enough. I wanted to hurt Bill in a profound way that I could savor for a long time.

When I went digging, I found dirt eventually. Bill was responsible for some of the federal reporting. He probably liked seeing his name prominently displayed on all of the reports. But apparently he hadn't cared enough to actually learn how to fill the reports out properly.

In of itself, it wasn't much. But the government pencil pushers took these things seriously. And if some hungry AAG from the Justice Department decided to get some easy press by making an example out of a high-paid corporate executive, Bill's carelessness could translate into a truckload of federal fraud charges. Bye bye career.

Probably his Barbie doll wife's, too. I could see her doing the math as she scanned the evidence. Even if Bill avoided prison, he'd be radioactive amongst the social elite. And being married to him would taint her, too.

I waited for her eyes to look up at me. "Like I said, your husband is fucked unless I choose to keep this information hidden," I smirked. "And I'll do it, but only if you meet my demands."

I rose from my leather chair and stepped in front of my big oak desk. Now within a foot of her chair, she had to crane her neck to make eye contact. "Don't try to negotiate. You can refuse and walk out of here. Then you roll the dice with the Feds. Or you accept by getting down on your knees right here and telling me you'll do anything."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I looked up at the massive frame of Mr.Idris, bearing down on me from where he stood in front of his desk. I’d heard things and learned stuff from Bill about his boss that when putting two and two together could maybe have helped me understand what was now happening and what he was telling me to do. Maybe. Because never in a million years did I think I would find myself in a situation where my husband’s boss would be telling me to get down on my knees. And do anything. I was too taken aback, I actually had to ask.

“Excuse me? What did you say?” I wasn’t completely sure I’d heard him correctly.

The evidence was obviously not in Bill’s favour. Mr.Idris had convinced me, and it wasn’t just the hard facts in the documents in front of me, it had to do with what I knew about the man I was married with and loved.

He cut corners. He had known to be lazy. He was most definitely afraid of his boss and disliked him profoundly, and the sentiment was mutual. I didn’t need Mr.Idris to tell me that. Bill had told me often enough. Sometimes I even got the impression that his boss was bullying him, some of the stuff he’d done was downright mean.

Looking at him now, he looked the part of someone who could be mean, harsh, hard, and with little patience for people who didn’t do what he told them. I actually felt my own heart beat faster when our eyes met. I wasn’t really used to being around this kind of man. I had no such men in my life. Not my father, not my brother, not my earlier boyfriends and not my darling, stupid husband of 8 years.

On the other hand, there was that cutting-the-corners issue… I knew Bill better than anyone. The accusations Mr.Idris was putting forward were – to be honest – the final consequence of someone who cut corners, could be lazy and feared conflicts. But that he would go this far and get this deep… I was frankly shocked and disappointed. And here I was, because of him. This was Bill’s fault that I was sitting here, finding myself in an impossible situation. And… being coerced? Was that what Mr.Idris was trying to do…? Into what??

I looked down at the papers in my lap and then up again at him, the demand still there, and repeated. I placed the papers on his desk, evened out my skirt and… got down.

“This is insane. Ok so what now?” I did my best to make my kneeling position as non-submissive as possible, by placing my hands on my hips and looking the other way, dismissively. But I wasn't sure I was doing a good job - I felt my pulse quicken and a slight cold sweat break out over my brow. Jesus, what the hell was I doing? I thought about getting up immediately, but... I didn't dare gamble with this man. I would have, with any other. But I was pretty sure this one wasn't bluffing.

 

[saedo]

I smirked as she knelt before me. Despite my obvious leverage over her cushy little life, she still struck a defiant pose. Arrogant bitch.

It was another reason I'd targeted her. I'd me her a time or two before. Seeing her in a slinky black dress has been a real eye-opener. She had tits for days and an ass that wouldn't quit. I hated Bill all the more that he had such a beautiful woman at his side.

But she'd given me a side eye each time I'd met her that showed no respect for me. I could see her size me up and dismiss me in that little glance. Too old, too bald, too heavy,etc. I was some corporate dinosaur that she and her modern-day husband would eventually put in mothballs. A relic of the past.

I hadn't forgotten. So when I found opportunity to get payback on not just Bill but also his uppity wife, I seized it.

I waited till she met my gaze. Arrogant, but a layer of fear lurked beneath the facade. I made her nervous. Good. About time she wasn't in control of her situation.

"Here's how this works, sweet cheeks." Her nostrils flared at the nickname. Probably hadn't been talked down to like that in a long time. Good. I'd have to demean her more in future.

"I keep Bill's fuck-up quiet and in six months he probably gets that promotion and transfer to the western regional director position that he's been angling for ever since Murray announced his plans to retire. You get to move to some fancy new house with fancy cars and fancy clothes like you always dreamed. Barbie and Ken with their little plastic dream house." I snorted derisively. These two were such superficial narcissists.

" But if you want to buy my silence, then you have to do what I say, when I say, how I say. Understand me, sweet cheeks?" I bent over at the waist till my nose was six inches from her face. Hers wrinkled at my breath. Prissy bitch.

"So there's no confusion, let me be blunt. You've got a killer set of tits and a dynamite ass, so I'm going to fuck you like a cheap whore. That's whenever I want, however I want. And believe you me, I've got a powerful appetite. So till Bill gets that promotion, you're my new toy."

"I'm also not going to be gentle. I'm going to ride you hard and put you up wet, and you're going to take it. Each and every fucking time. Because you signed on to do it all. "

I straightened up. "Or you can walk away now. Keep your pride and tell me to go to hell. But then tomorrow, the secret is out and you're the wife of an accused felon. Your choice.

" But you'll make it now. Leave now and face the music. Or submit now and keep your shame private."

I reached for my belt. "And no, I don't take promises. You want to take my devil's bargain, then you perform here and now. So in two minutes, you're either choking on my big dick or you're gone. Choose."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

In the days to come, I would have plenty of time to go over today’s events in my mind – play it over and over, toss and turn and brood and worry and try to see if I could have decided any differently. And I would.

But no. I couldn’t. I had to agree to this “fat fuck’s” devil’s bargain, and I had to do it immediately, just as he said. Fat fuck. That’s what Bill called him instead of his name, so it had become a ingrained nickname at home. He wasn’t obese, not even fat perhaps. But he had all the traits of a “fat fuck”. A conservative man from another day and age, with outdated opinions and methods in how to lead other people. And from what Bill told me, nothing more than a bully.

No he wasn’t fat. But he was huge. That’s probably the first thing that came to mind when you met him. He was big. And him standing now in front of me, saying filthy and humiliating things to me – he appeared even larger and even more the bully Bill made him out to be. I tried to get a grip of what was happening and what he was telling me, trying to turn it around and desperately find another solution, a way out. But there wasn’t one.

And then there was the offer. The regional director. It was actually fantastic if he could get it, for many reasons – not just to get out from under this beast. It was also great for me, because I would get to move to the sun and also get an opportunity to get back to my old university and continue research. That really rubbed me the wrong way, that Mr.Idris saw me as some fucking Barbie and not for what I was. But it was hardly the time and place to set him straight.

My heart beat hard. I couldn’t even contemplate in the moment the consequences, or the sexual favours he was asking, or just the fact that I had no idea how to perform… these sexual tasks I imagined he was referring to. So I didn’t think about it. There wasn’t time.

“I… what can I say… I don't believe it. What you're asking! It's fucking absurd and wrong! I..."
I shook my head, and looked away again. I felt like crying for a moment.

What option do you leave me? If you promise that he gets that position..?”

 

[saedo]

I snorted derisively. "I can't promise what I can't control, Blondie." Geez, maybe was just a Barbie doll underneath all those serious clothes. Just like her husband: all talk and no substance.

"If I had it my way, the Board would have kicked your moron husband to the curb months ago. His Princeton mouth can spout all sorts of MBA gibberish, but two years in and he still couldn't tell you how we actually put products together." I jabbed a thick index finger at her accusingly. "He doesn't give a damn about the men and women who actually do the work down on the floor. He thinks being in charge means sitting in his fancy office high in the sky, far away from the folks who actually get things done."

I folded my arms across my broad chest. Bill was everything I despised about the so-called "modern era" of business. It stung that everyone thought folks like him were the future and that guys like me were anachronisms.

"But the Board thinks he's charming because he's a pretty boy with a big smile and a nice golf swing," I continued. "That fancy degree and Princeton bullshit make him sound sophisticated to people who don't know any better. So he's exactly the type who they think should be in charge. 'For the future,' " I grounded, adding air quotes with my fingers., a sour expression on my face.

" Oh yeah, he's got the inside track on Murray's job. Everybody knows it. As long as he doesn't fuck things up first, he'll get the promotion. "

My eyes narrowed. Just talking about this msd is me angry. That I had to do so to this stupid bitch only fueled my ire. She clearly had no right addressing me as an equal. Should have been put in her place long ago.

" But what I can fucking guarantee is that he'll be blacklisted by every Fortune 500 if he's federally indicted," I snarled. "So I can promise you your pretty little life winds up in shambles if I don't get what I fucking want."

My shoulders felt tight. I really wanted to slap this uppity bitch in the face. I was going to enjoy showing her who was in charge. But not until she submitted.

"Enough," I declared firmly. "No more stalling. You either see the truth or you don't. I don't fucking care. So either ignore me and walk your ass out of here, or shut your mouth and take off my pants."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

He was aggressive. Angry, even. But controlled. It frightened me – as I said, I wasn’t at all used to this kind of masculinity. I’d despised it from afar, or on those few occasions I’d come close to it I’d shunned it.

He started laying in on Bill, all kinds of derisive comments. But I couldn’t really focus on all the trash-talk, I had my mind on myself – and the consequences for me for the next few months. To service this man, sexually?? To keep him quiet and to give us the opportunity to move out west?

I took a deep breath and looked at his pants, with nervous fingers I undid the button and pulled down the zipper. I could already see the contour of his cock and then I pulled at the pants from the sides and they fell to his ankles and now I could clearly see the outline of something… big. Thick. Go figure. How predictable, that the big Alpha Male would be exceptionally endowed. Inside, I shook my head in disbelief that the idiotic stereotype was confirmed.

I pulled at the front of his boxers and out it came. Oh my.

 

[saedo]

She resisted a few moments more, but the willful look in her eyes faded and she dropped her gaze. Good. She'd given in.

Her hands reached tentatively for my belt. She tugged gingerly at it till she reluctantly had to grasp the leather firmly enough to tug it free of the buckle. I made no move to help her. I'd given her a command let her figure it out.

She eventually managed the belt. The zipper proved far simpler. The metal teeth clicked loudly in the quiet of my office. Eventually gravity took hold and my pants slid down to my ankles.

I confess I always enjoyed this part. The first time a woman laid eyes on my groin was always entertaining. The pale blue boxers concealed details, but any female who'd seen a man in his underwear would recognize that vague outlines suggested something particularly large.

Her reaction suggested she was nonplussed at the possibility. Or at least she was acting as if she was nonplussed. No doubt being coerced into this situation inclined her to be displeased.

When she pulled the boxers down, her eyes widened in a more genuine reaction. Clearly she'd never seen anything like it. But then I was rather unique in that regard.

The descending boxers first revealed the girthy base of my cock -- easily thicker than her own wrist -- surrounded by a thick cloud of gray hair. A bit lower down, the wrinkled scrotum became visible behind the fat shaft, two massive testicles bulging slightly beneath. And then many, many more inches of cock followed. It was only as she neared my knees that the immense helm finally appeared.

I gave her a few beats to stare. "Yeah, it's real," I chuckled. "You're not seeing things. And it's not even hard yet. Go on, feel it."

I let her touch it gingerly to confirm it was still flaccid. That really got her attention. I gave her a moment to start contemplating just what an erect version would look like.

"The answer to your next question is, 'It gets fucking enormous.'" I grinned at he obvious concern. "You're going to need both hands just to hold onto it. Even that might not be enough with your hands. Yeah, it makes a fire hydrant look skinny. I'm going to stretch you like you've never felt before. Gonna fuck you deeper, too. Might go right into your womb. It's probably gonna hurt. Probably a lot. But you might get to like it. Some broads do."

I shrugged. "Or maybe not. Doesn't really matter. You're going to do it, either way." I pointed to my cock. "So get started."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

It was a lot to take in. For several reasons. First off, I wasn't in the habit of kneeling in front of men with their penises out. I was 35 but had relatively little penis experience. This was only the fifth one I'd been in "touch" with. There was my high school sweetheart, then two guys at university in San Fransisco, and then my only ever one-night stand before meeting Bill when I was 25.

And then well... The size. Holy fuck. Well actually, more than the actual length and girth of it, what struck me most was the impression the whole package gave. It was almost hideous, the whole thing. It was framed by his big, wide belly and his tree trunk thighs, and backed up by a ball sack that hung down almost as far as the shaft of the cock.

I touched it and found it wasn't even hard yet. For some reason, it almost disappointed me that I hadn't yet had that effect on him - which was a weird thing to feel... He informed me of what I could expect, and I had no reason to doubt him. I looked up at him, at his grin, and then down again. Yes it was real. Yes, I had agreed to it. I felt a cold sweat break out, and I shifted my weight on my knees. A cushion under them would be good. But I wasn't about to ask.

He said something about that it could hurt. And yeah, I realised that. The thing I couldn't let on though, at this point, was how much I'd thought about big cocks. I'd heard friends talk, I realized I'd never had one and lonely nights - yeah, I'd thought about it and felt what those thoughts had done to me.

No it wasn' probably for everyone. Especially not stick insects like Bill' sister who'd bragged about a Mr.Big she'd had once. I had been a bit jealous actually, thinking that a woman like me - with big hips and ass - was probably made to receive well-endowed males. But naturally I'd never let on to anyone about my ruminations on the subject.

I put my hand round the shaft, slowly moving my fist back and forth and feeling it slowly come to life. I put my other hand round his scrotum, cupping his balls as I continued to stroke his cock and watching fascinated as it grew... Was he right? Well I let go of his balls and put that hand on the shaft too, and even though I didn't have tiny hands they both fit nicely next to eachother along him, and so I carried on - pulling at it with both hands. Jesus...

I let go. It was too much. What the hell was I doing?? This was my husband's boss and for all intents and purposes his enemy. If Bill had an enemy, this was him and this was his massive dick I had my hands wrapped round. It was absurd!!

I looked at it, swinging there. I knew I had no choice. So I opened my mouth and put his bulging, circumcised head between my lips and my hands on his thighs for support.

 

[saedo]

I watched with an unconcealed smirk as she reached for my genitals. I could tell from experience she'd never handled anything close to my size. But that was pretty much universal for all women.

What was more interesting was the level of timidity. I began to suspect that her novice status might extend to males in general. That seemed slightly odd given that she was married. Perhaps Bill's sex life wasn't quite as active and exciting as he liked claim when there were no women around.

I have her a minute to explore with her fingertips. "Melts in your mouth, not in your hands," I said with a chuckle. I could see by her uncertain glance that she didn't catch the reference.

"You'll need to stimulate it more to get a reaction," I explained. "One of the consequences of getting older. Takes a bit longer to get the blood flowing than when I was 18. But I also don't pop my cork after 30 seconds, either." I shrugged. "Just put it in your mouth."

Sanna glanced back and forth between my face and my cock. I think she still hoped I'd tell her I was only kidding and that this was all a big practical joke. No such luck. I kept my gaze on her till she took the fat helm between her lips.

" Mmmm, " I praised as I felt her tongue beneath. "That's it. Now more." I put my right hand atop her head and pulled her closer. She resisted slightly, but slowly allowed more of the fat shaft inside.

She made a guttural noise as I entered her throat. Her eyes widened slightly, but she began breathing through her nose to adjust. An inch or two more followed as I fed more into her. By now, she had almost half of it past her lips.

But the wet warmth had finally motivated my flesh. The last vestiges of flaccidity began to fade. With it came a noticeable increase in size, particularly girth. Her eyes widened as her neck bulged from within.

I just watched her for reaction as her ability to breathe lessened. Most likely she'd soon pull back, sputtering and gasping. I'd long ago accepted the fact that I was far too big for most women to deep throat. But I enjoyed performing the experiment just to see that moment of terror on their faces when they realized they were choking on my cock.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

The asshole put his hand on my head, I could feel him gripping my blonde bun as he did and I could already sense strands of hair loosening from it and descending down the sides of my face.

He pushed me on to him, and I struggled – opening my jaws as much I could to accommodate his thickening shaft. When he nudged the back of my mouth, slowly pressing on, it was then it somehow dawned on me what the fuck I was in for.

As this realization truly hit me, Mr.Idris’ enormous head passed into my throat and I gagged. I tried to pull back but he kept hold of my head so I hit and pushed on his thighs as a signal, but he kept me choking for another couple of seconds before he pulled out of me.

I took a huge breath, let go of his thighs and put my hands on my own, looking down as I drooled saliva and took another deep breath. I could taste him in me, could feel where he’d been. I wanted to spit to get rid of the taste but thought better of it. Instead I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand but I didn’t want to look up at it or him.

“Please.. I can’t. I’m not used it…” was all I could think to say.

 

[saedo]

Perhaps had Sanna been here under friendlier terms, I might have been kinder. Granted, I still believe the man should always be the head of any relationship, but that doesn't mean he needs to treat her with disrespect.

But she definitely wasn't here because she wanted to be. Moreover, I didn't like her. I knew damn well what she said about me behind my back. True, I'd put on some weight in my middle years, but it wasn't a plushy fat. It was a hard, beefy fat. Her husband might look like a fitness model, but his six-pack abs didn't mean that I wouldn't beat the crap out of him in the ring. So fuck her and her snarky remarks.

Consequently, I gave her just a brief moment to catch her breath before forcing her back down on me. I didn't take her as deep, but still enough to show her that I was definitely too much man for her.

I kept this up for several minutes. I wasn't lying about my stamina. By the time I was getting close to cumming, I'd left her almost speechless. Precum and saliva coated her chin and dribbled down on her blouse. Her face was flushed and glistening with sweat. Her carefully applied makeup was streaked and smudged. She looked exactly like the cheap whore I thought she was.

"Almost there," I grunted finally. I let her pull back till just my cockhead was in her mouth. As I felt the first surge building up, I groaned. "Gonna cum."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

He took no heed of my pleading. Quite the opposite in fact - that I tried to tell him I had no prior experience of this kind of oral sex just seemed to excite him. I should've known. I shouldn't have been so naive.

He didn't attempt to go down my throat again, but filled my mouth completely. his girth stretching my lips in a way I knew was making me probably look silly, absurd. And over and over he pumped me, not letting up or letting go. I don't know what was loudest - the gurgling, smacking noise his cock was making my mouth make or my heavy breathing through my nose. I felt so abused. I had accepted my fate, I had accepted the price for letting my husband off the hook but also the price for a future somewhere else - and now I was paying for it.

He started making a sound and I could feel him twitch and then he informed me of it: That he was going to cum.

 

[saedo]

I could see by the look in her eyes that she'd still not quite grasped that pretty much everything about me was big. Big shoulders, big gut, big cock, big balls, etc. Now big loads.

Had I not been groaning in pleasure, I might have laughed as the first gush flooded her mouth. She clearly was expecting a something measured in teaspoons, not cups and pints.

To her credit, it looked like she handled the first swallow pretty well. But the ones that followed quickly overwhelmed her. She pulled off me, sputtering jism and saliva.

Unfortunately, that just meant the rest went tight into her face. With her eyes shut against the splattering cum, it was chaos after that.

When I was finally spent, little remained of the elegant young woman who first walked into my office. There only remained a pitiful creature with streaked makeup whose face and hair had splashes of cum all over. I at least managed to avoid spraying to much on her clothes, but that was mostly because I'd aimed it right at her face to amuse myself.

She looked at on the verge of tears, but I find crying women tedious. "Bathroom is over there," I directed, pointing to the door of my private lavatory. "You probably want to clean yourself up."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I swallowed the semen, there was no place else for it go seeing as he was lodged firmly in my mouth. For a brief second I thought that was it - but it wasn't. I could feel his cock twitch and hear him groan and before I knew what was happening another shot of cum was released. I pulled back, the second load landing in my mouth but not all of it, a third release coated my face. I gasped, and felt my eyes well up and I looked down at my knees. I didn't want to see him look at me like this, I didn't want to show him that I was on the verge of crying.

How the hell could one man produce so much sperm?? I blinked, feeling some of the mess close to my eyes. I leaned forward, but that caused some of the sloppy mix of cum and saliva to drool and hang down from my chin and land on my skirt.

When he told me I could go to the bathroom, I got up without looking at him and half-ran to the door. Inside, I was careful not to start off by meeting my reflection in the mirror - instead I bent over and washed my face clean and then started to frantically rub off as much as I could from the fabric of my skirt.

Then I met my reflection. When I saw the mess, I felt my chest convulse and the tears well up again, this time they weren't stopping. But after 30 seconds or so, I got a hold of myself, regaining control of something, salvaging what I could. I refused to let him break me so easily, if I was going to see this through I would have to get a grip. For my sake as well as for Bills.

And with that, I stepped out into his office again.

 

[saedo]

I kept my cock out and dangling, still faintly pink and plump from its recent arousal. I grinned as I watched her eyes lock onto it as she exited the bathroom. It was a deliberate move to show my dominance and I suspected it was working.

"That gives you a taste of what is to come going forward," I declared. I closed the distance between us, watching her watch the fat shaft sway back and forth. "Still ready to proceed?"

"A few rules to start with," I continued. "I've got your number. I want something, I'll text, you do what I want. Easy peasy."

"Our arrangement is a secret from everyone, including your idiot husband." I could see she didn't like me disparaging the man she was doing this for, but I didn't care. The guy was a pretty boy moron in my book. "But if anyone finds out I'm fucking you, then the official story is you're having an affair with me. A passionate, consensual affair, mind you. You start telling people I forced you into this and the deal is off, understand? As far as anyone else is concerned, you're just addicted to my cock. "

I nodded. "Fine. Then be at the Excelsior Hotel on Thursday at 7:00. I'll text you the room number." I have her disheveled appearance a dismissive glance. "And wear something nice. Fancy undies, too." I leered at her for good measure.

"You can go now. Or you can stay and go a second round with my dick."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I didn't need him to explain the situation to me. Even so, when he did - the consequences of what we had just now started hit home harder. I was his fucking slave for the next few months. My only way out was if he changed his mind about the whole thing, or if the secret got out. But if it did, well then everything would be over. My marriage, my husband's career, my own life as I knew it.

I got my things and started to prepare to leave as he told me about thursday evening. I had plans thursday evening - a social event with some friends - but I knew it was pointless to bring it up. I knew it wouldn't change his mind.

I left without a word. Left him standing there, his big cock out and a silly grin on his face. I took the elevator to the parking garage in the basement, got into my Prius and put the key into the ignition and my hands on the wheel. That's when I broke. I didn't cry like a baby - that's not my style - instead I sobbed silently, my lips quivering and the tears slowly running down my cheeks. I sat like that for a couple of minutes, totally still, before drying my eyes with a tissue and starting the car.

When I got home, I had already transformed in to problem-solving mode. That, on the other hand, was my style. I knew I couldn't do anything about my sudden predicament and I could not ignore the realization of what the benefits were of becoming Mr. Idris' whore for six months. Who knew, maybe shorter. Maybe he would tire of me?

Bill wasn't home so I went through my wardrobe. I wasn't totally sure what Mr. Idris was expecting come thursday, but I could take a good guess. What about white stay-ups, a white thong and a white bra? Would he like that? How could he not? I looked at the pieces of underwear and shook my head. I hadn't used it in ages, it was actually a present from Bill and I remembered him sulking when I'd laughed and told him I wouldn't wear it. Eventually I did, as a surprise. The surprise had been too much for him and the sex had been... quick. Poor Bill. I was near to tears again, thinking about my betrayal - both today and in the coming weeks and months. But I got myself together and after a shower tried on the white underwear to see if they still fit OK. I made a half-turn in the mirror and almost gasped aloud at the sight of my ass in the white lace thong.

I took it off immediately and busied myself with other things, desperately trying not to think about thursday evening...

 

[saedo]

In the days that followed our first encounter, I kept an eye on little Billy. There was always the chance she'd come clean to him. Tell him everything and my leverage would wither.

But Bill was no different. Same pretentious asshole as ever. He was too full of himself to pretend, so clearly he was none the wiser.

Good. That meant his luscious blonde wife could keep a secret. I'd be giving plenty more for her to conceal in the coming months.

I scheduled the hotel and texted her accordingly. "Room 1216. Tell reception your name is Mrs. Johnson and that your husband left a key for you to pick up. Wear something sexy."

It was an expensive suite with lots of accouterments that we probably wouldn't have time to use. But showing my wealth was just another way to insinuate my control over her.

I arrived early and undressed. I donned one of the hotel robes to cover myself and poured myself a scotch. The suite had a small couch with a coffee table in the front section. Positioning myself so I could see the door, I watched a baseball game on TV until I heard the sound of the lock.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

White stay ups… What the hell can you wear with those, unless you’re walking up the aisle or are an actual prostitute?? I couldn’t think of anything to go with it. It struck me that what I was doing – visiting a man at a hotel to most likely get fucked in return for favors, not money in this case, but still – was being a prostitute. For all intents and purposes. Why not wear white stay ups?? No, I couldn’t.

I wore the flimsy little white thong and the white bra, a black tight skirt and a white stretch top with long sleeves and a deep cleavage. And a pair of black heels. I wasn’t totally sure what he implied with “sexy”, but I could take a wild guess. I was pretty sure a man like Mr. Idris would consider my heels too low. Well it was all I had.

I drove to the hotel and parked in the garage, put on a little jacket and my handbag over my shoulder before going to the reception and telling them what Mr. Idris had told me to. And two minutes later I was standing outside the door of room 1216 and with a nervous hand put the key card against the plastic piece under the door handle and when the green light flashed pushed on the handle and entered.

There he was, sitting watching television in a robe. He turned to me as I walked in. I had no idea what to say or do – the whole situation was absurd. For half a second, I thought about just turning round and walking out but I knew I couldn’t.

“Ok so here I am…” I said, trying to sound like I was there to attend to some trivial chore, maybe clean the room.

 

[saedo]

I turned off the TV and set my gaze upon her. In truth, she looked rather nice. The skirt fit close and emphasized her ass and thighs in a tasteful way. I suspected that the top was her concession to dressing down for me, but I hardly considered that to be slutty. Of course, anything stretchy on someone with tits like hers was bound to attract attention.

I said nothing for a considerable time. Her outfit wasn't what I hoped for, so it was easy to show disapproval. But I I probably would have done so either way. The mere fact that she had shown up demonstrated her commitment to our devil's bargain, so I didn't have to make nice to keep her here. And since I didn't have to be nice, I could get a few laughs by making her uncomfortable.

When I judged her sufficiently discomforted by my silent glare, I rose from my chair. I poured a tumbler of scotch with plenty of ice and then strode over to her. "Drink," I commanded, shoving it into her hands.

I turned away and retrieved my wallet. I counted out a stack hundred dollar bills and set it on the dresser. "Clearly your wardrobe isn't up to the task if that's all you can find. Take that to Silk Secrets on Madison Avenue and ask one of the sales people for something properly sexy. Slutty, even. Lingerie, too."

I could see her eye the cash warily. Putting the money on the dresser was how you paid a whore. I knew it. And I knew she knew it, too. I wasn't here just to cuckold her idiot husband. I also wanted to take this stuck-up bitch down a peg.

I returned to my seat. After sipping from my scotch, I pointed to the wooden coffee table in front of me. "Stand on that and strip for me," I leeringly commanded.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I watched in disbelief as he put the dollar bills on a sideboard. I wasn’t surprised he was dissatisfied with my outfit, but he knew full well what he was implying now - the same thought I’d had at home concerning the white stockings. That I was nothing but a whore. Motherfucker.

I tried not to look at him as I kicked off my heels and clumsily climbed on to the table with him sitting in front of it in his robe. I had wanted to protest such a preposterous thing, but I knew that if I did he would remind me of his coercive grip on me and I didn’t want to go through that again.

I stood there now, and looked down at him. He had a serious face but it seemed to just be hiding an arrogant grin. I saw how his robe had fallen open slightly- enough to see he was naked under and I saw a bit of his penis and was reminded how it had impaled my mouth just a few days ago. Christ...

And then I began. I pulled down the zipper on the side zof the skirt and with a wiggle let it drop to my ankles, kicking it off. And then I pulled the top up over my head, but not making eye contact with Mr. Idris. As I reached back and unhooked my bra, pushing the straps off my shoulders, I was overcome by emotion and realisation of what I was doing. I felt exposed in a way I never had, and I couldn’t stop the choking feeling in my throat. I felt the tears but managed to hold them back.

Seeing him look at me now, me in just those little, white and almost transparent panties, I had to say something.

“I’m sorry... I... don’t know if I can.. please... is it ok like this?”

 

[saedo]

( I watched her as she stood uncomfortably atop the table. It was only shin-height on me, so she wasn't that much higher off the ground. Still, I could see the extra prominence was intensifying her discomfort.

I speculated on what she might be thinking. I didn't take her for some ugly duckling teenager who turned swan in her twenties. No, I pegged her for a girl who'd always been pretty. Probably had guys fawning over her since her first training bra.

Went to college, too. Probably had good grades; she didn't strike me as dumb. Got herself a good job. Married a successful man with great hair and a big smile. Got the nice house and went to the fun parties with the other pretty people. Her life was just one big success, all the important boxes checked.

Yet now she found herself stripping half-naked atop a table in front of man she despised knowing that in a few minutes, she'd have to fuck him like a cheap whore. How had her seemingly perfect life come to this.

It amused me to imagine her anguish. I was going to enjoy watching her submit to my demands.

"Don't bother crying," I interjected. "This is happening whether you like it or not, so better if you just put on a smile. You're prettier that way.

" Now turn around and face that wall," I commanded, pointing at the one opposite my seat. "Then I want you to bend over as far you can, like you were going to touch your toes. And as you do that, I want you to pull your panties down."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I got down off the table and stood against the wall as he instructed, his words ringing in my ears - that it was better if I "put on a smile", and that I was "prettier that way". It made me feel small, almost like I wasn't an adult but some insecure teenager. But I'd never been that insecure teenager. I'd always been strong, never really understood the fascination for "daddies" that many women had, even ones her own age.

But here I was now. I did what I was told, and I managed to get my feelings under control even though my heart was beating faster as I bent over. I hitched my thumbs inside the thong at the hips and as I bent I pulled - so as I reached down for my ankles I had the thong coming down too, all in one motion.

So now he saw me, all of me. Just like that. I'd been in the room for no more than 2-3 minutes. I felt the coolness brought on by the AC between my legs, the air seemingly touching my pussy, and I felt his eyes on me. I tried not to think of what was coming, but it was difficult not to envision Mr. Idris big dick now, knowing that it would most probably be deep inside me soon. God, how on earth was I to handle this?? For months??

 

[saedo]

Sanna gave me a look of discomfort, which only pleased me more. I enjoyed taking this haughty little bitch out of her comfort zone.

She'd probably never had someone just demand of her like this. Probably always had guys aching to do anything to please her. Probably always got her way. Probably no one ever dared treat her like she was a disposable plaything.

But whatever her misgivings, she had the sense not to refuse me. Good. While some definitely presume from my large, imposing frame that I must be predisposed to physical violence, the truth is mostly to the contrary. But that is not to say that I won't ever employ it.

Sanna turned towards me and bent over as directed. As I suspected, she proved quite flexible, nearly able to face me with her head turned back to me upside down. She then rather ably managed to work her thong off her plump buttocks and pull it down her thighs.

My cock stirred as the tight folds of her pussy were revealed. Her slender thighs gapped, allowing a view of the delicate flesh. Bet she was tight, too. Matched her personality. Probably going to fit my cock like a second skin.

But I didn't want to take her fast this first time. No, that might make it too easy on her. I wanted to draw out the process so that she felt every step of her submission to my control. So I remained in my chair, apparently unmoved by her display.

"My, you have such a pretty pussy ," I acknowledged. Mixing compliments in would only muddy the waters. Be harder for her to unilaterally hate me if I was sometimes nice to her.

"I'd like a closer look," I continued. "Step down off that coffee table and sit down on the end here. Then spread your thighs and use your fingers on yourself." The position I described would put her mere inches from my chair. How would she handle such proximity?

 

[SannaBlonde82]

I knew I had to stop thinking about the terrible things I was doing at every turn, at every new challenge he put me through. I'd thought about that at home, before coming here, that I had to get into a different frame of my mind. Actually very much like the frame of mind a prostitute probably puts herself into to get through the working week...

But I knew it wouldn't be easy to do that, not being in the habit of casual sex - not now not ever.

I stepped down as instructed, feeling his eyes on my naked body and positioned myself as he told me to. I let my thighs fall to the sides and moved my left hand down and let it glide over my pussy, slowly rubbing. I saw the reaction on his face, and in a way it pleased me. That I had an effect. He'd said my pussy was pretty. Well, I knew it was. It wasn't shaved or waxed, just trimmed. I wondered if he liked it like that or if he preferred them completely bare? I was quite sure he would let me know.

The good Sanna tried to remind me of what I was doing, but I shut the door and locked her out. She had no place here, I couldn't do it with her present.
I bit my bottom lip and rubbed myself some more, feeling gradually more aroused by it.

"Like this... is this good...?"

 

[saedo]

I smiled as she revealed a triangular patch of dense, closely cropped curls above her naked sex. I never had understood the fascination with shaved pussies. It seemed always seemed vaguely creepy to favor looking like a prepubescent girl. I wasn't so old school that I wanted a huge bush, though. I was glad when trimming caught on.

Sanna clearly wasn't at ease with fingering herself while I watched. "You do this with Billy?" I pondered aloud. "You put yourself on display for him? Or does he even care?"

She kept her eyes down and focused on herself, so I let her the idle questions slide. Gradually her efforts between her thighs began to add a wet, squishy noise. Her pussy soon glistened with a sheen of moisture.

" Like this... is this good...? "

I smirked. Ordinarily I'd liked to have seen her cum. But I suspected Sanna might not be able to manage that given her current headspace. I wasn't going to wait long enough for her to figure it out.

"That's fine. Now get down here and play with my cock till it's nice and hard." Watching her had my cock almost semi-erect beneath the terrycloth robe. I began to poser where exactly I'd stick it once it was fully hard.