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Hot teen blondie plays with her pussy while taking a hard fucking
Married woman gets more training at work
Tracy was dreaming, such a vivid dream, and she tossed and turned as it went on and on. She dreamt of strong hands caressing her feminine folds, while a rasping tongue invaded her pussy, and as she began to drift away in ecstasy, a sharp burst of pain caught her attention. Hands rained down on her vulnerable and outstretched backside, and it was becoming both exciting and passionate. She felt helpless, yet more alive than at any time in her life. It was unlike any other dream Tracy had ever experienced before. She dreamed of men, men with lust and adoration in their eyes, men that bent her body and mind to their will, their desires, so she was writhing in pleasure, forbidden and unstoppable. She loved it, Oh GOD SHE LOVED IT ALL!! And somewhere, soft and distant in the background, she heard Rob Hampshire laughing at her.
Suddenly, Tracy awoke into the real world with a start. The bedroom was very still except for the sound of her heavy breathing. She quickly noticed that Brian’s side of the bed was empty; he must have already headed in to work. As Tracy’s groggy eyes continued to scan the room, there, in the corner, lay her little red outfit from the night before, when she had tried to entice Brian into satisfying her insatiable body. Some hope, thought Tracy!!
Then it hit Tracy, with a terrible mental thud… It hadn’t been a dream at all, Oh GOD, it HADN’T been a dream!! Hampshire had put her through this degrading act at work, with all the men in the boat house, and Tracy realised that the previous evening, she had been put on the first rung of the ladder of the nightmare that would turn her into Hampshire’s obedient, submissive, grovelling little office slut.
As she looked at a framed picture of herself and Brian on their wedding day, on the bedroom mantelpiece, a powerful fright swept through Tracy. She felt like screaming and running away, repulsed by what she had been made to do at the boathouse.
What had happened? Unexplainable, unbelievable, irrational, impossible: Tracy knew she was running out of words but she hadn’t found one yet to fit. How was it possible, she just couldn’t understand it? Nothing, absolutely NOTHING in her life had prepared her for what had happened last night. She had allowed Hampshire to spank her bottom like she was a disobedient child. She had dressed like a complete slut and cavorted in front of all those men like a bitch in heat. Worst of all, she had betrayed her poor, poor husband, Brian, and felt so ashamed.
Later tonight, after her afternoon shift, Tracy knew she must talk with Brian about the cause of all this. She must discuss the enquiry into the overpayments that the company where Brian worked had invoiced to the Hampshire Company. Together she and Brian would find a way out of this terrible situation. Together they could overcome whatever pitfalls were in their way. If last night was any indication, Hampshire wasn’t going to be happy with just a lustful leer and a tease any longer, and Tracy’s situation was liable to get worse. She had to muster her courage and talk with Brian. Tracy was ashamed to admit to herself that she felt herself slowly submitting to the power and control of Hampshire, and she was slowly finding it harder and harder to put up any resistance.
Guilt washed over her as she remembered how last night she had fantasised and dreamt about her authoritative boss, while her modest husband vainly tried to please her in bed. Tracy would have to put an end to this before it overwhelmed her whole life, and, yes, together Brian and she would face this injustice, Tracy tried to convince herself.
However, still the seeds of doubt crept into Tracy’s thoughts as she swore she could hear Mr Hampshire laughing sarcastically in the distance as she tripped over her strappy, red, high heels whilst she made her way to the bath.
Later in the day, at 3pm, Tracy pulled her Saturn saloon off the road into the car park at White Rock Lake, where she worked, at the headquarters of Rob Hampshire’s business empire in Dallas. She had pondered why her husband, Brian, had still made no mention of any sort of enquiry into the overpayments. Perhaps he knew nothing about it, or perhaps he didn’t want to worry Tracy. Either way, Tracy knew that Brian would know how to deal with the situation, but she was caught up in the fury of Rob Hampshire, and was ashamed to admit to herself that his domination was slowly taking control of her life. She couldn’t simply walk away from her job because she and her husband desperately needed the income to keep the family solvent. She took a deep breath as she entered the offices, about to begin her late shift which would go on until 9pm.
In spite of her precarious position, and the way Hampshire had begun to dominate her, she did have to admit that she enjoyed coming to work, she enjoyed the money and, if she was perfectly honest, her submissive nature and complete capitulation to what was happening to her, filled her with an exciting nervousness that had never been part of her life before. Hampshire was controlling her life, dictating what she wore and, in fact, he had openly told her that he was training her to be the compliant office slut.
Tracy knew that this should revolt her, she should call a halt to how she was being treated, but the circumstances of her position just made it completely impossible. She was trapped by Hampshire, and perhaps her own secret desires. But she loved her husband and had come too close to betraying him in the most unfaithful way. So she HAD to discuss the events with Brian that evening, even though Hampshire still had the power to call in the police at any time over the alleged embezzlement of thousands of dollars.
At home with Brian, unfortunately, things had begun to get a little tense between the two of them. Brian was acting as though nothing had happened at all, and yet Hampshire believed that Brian’s company had tried to embezzle him out of thousands of dollars, and he also believed that Brian, and possibly Tracy as well, were behind the scam. Hampshire, quite naturally, was not happy, and had begun to take it out on Tracy, in quite a brutal manner. Yet, at home, Brian had not mentioned a single word to his wife. Why was this so?
If Brian had been trying to embezzle Rob Hampshire’s company, he had certainly kept it a secret from Tracy. If he hadn’t, then the auditors that had now been called in should certainly be able to get to the bottom of the problem. But Tracy didn’t know how to bring the subject up at home. She thought that as long as she exhibited a little tit and ass at the office, then Hampshire would be appeased, and the matter would die a natural death. She had gotten into the routine at work, and they did desperately need the money, so for the time being, Tracy decided that it was still wise to keep the problem to herself until she could face Brian. Last night had taught Tracy that Rob Hampshire was gradually turning her into a slut with the way he treated her, and she knew that he would not stop in his domination. She had to tell her husband before it was too late, she just HAD to, despite the tension between them.
Part of the tension at home was now created by the fact that Tracy wanted to be treated with more firmness, and more control by her husband. She wished that on occasions, Brian would dominate her the way that Hampshire dominated her. She loved her husband desperately, and their children, but she just wished her husband would command her in the bedroom, would be forceful in his demands, but no matter what little hints Tracy dropped, she still had that feeling of frustration after they had made love…and it had got to the point where she was beginning to feel just a little bit of contempt towards her husband’s physical efforts.
As an indication of the way her life was being controlled by Hampshire, she was dressed just as he had ordered the previous evening, and she knew it was flattering to her fabulous figure. It was a yellow dress, sleeveless, tight and very short, and it complimented her glorious tan on this hot, summer day at White Rock. It buttoned all the way down to the hem, from the low neck line that plunged down to reveal the big breasts that bounced as Tracy moved. She looked hot, the cheeks of her firm bottom almost visible under the yellow dress, the black high heeled sandals accentuating her bare, shapely legs, and she could feel the warm, summer breeze circulating all round her body, particularly between her legs, which only had the scantiest of thongs to protect her womanly charms from the elements. The hot, 5′ tall blonde smiled as she went up the stairs to her office.
After making herself a coffee, Tracy booted up her computer and started to get to work when the door adjoining Hampshire’s office suddenly swung open.
‘Nice, very nice indeed, I’m so glad to see that you dressed as instructed. Now stand up and put your hands on the desk top so that I can inspect my slut,’ Hampshire bellowed forcefully, an evil smile crossing his face. This was a sudden shock to the start of Tracy’s afternoon, but she had no alternative but to rise to her feet and position herself just as instructed, leaning on the desk.
Hampshire moved behind the body in the yellow dress, and his fingers slowly traced the curves of Tracy’s backside down four or five inches to the hem of her very short dress. Tracy caught her breath as she felt her skirt being raised revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks. Then, suddenly, panic hit her as she realized that she had forgotten to take off the thong that she wore to and from work.
Hampshire’s orders, right from the beginning, had told Tracy in no uncertain terms to not wear any undergarments while in his employ. However, it just wasn’t practical to drive around in the hot Texas heat with her vagina exposed, so Tracy had taken to wearing a thong to protect herself, and would remove it and replace it as she came and went from work…if she remembered!!! She must have been so distracted by her predicament that she forgot to go through her normal routine that afternoon.
‘I am very disappointed in you, Tracy.’ Mr Hampshire said as he violently ripped the thong from between her legs. ‘Such a disobedient slut, and so disrespectful to her Master; this simply will not do.’
Tracy was again shocked, the abrupt pain so embarrassing as Hampshire ripped the little garment from her body, and then even further humiliation as she felt Hampshire grab her arms and pull them back and upwards forcing her head down onto the hard surface of her desk.
‘I thought you were coming along so nicely, but it looks like I still have a lot to teach you.’ His voice was firm and menacing, and Tracy shuddered as her head was pushed down onto the desk from the force of Hampshire on her arms.
‘Listen to me now, Tracy, and listen carefully. This is NOT a game,’ Rob warned as he slowly slid his belt from his trousers.
‘Please let me go, let me up, this hurts,’ Tracy begged, her voice full of fear and dread. He ignored her.
‘Now, to deal with your insolence, Tracy. How dare you demand that I let you up? How dare you demand anything of me? I govern you, don’t I?’ Hampshire did not wait for a response, but swung his belt against the outstretched and vulnerable bottom that was bent so beautifully over the desk.
‘Ouch, aghhhhh,’ moaned Tracy. Hampshire didn’t stop.
Over and over again he wielded the belt, lashing into Tracy’s luscious ass until she screamed in pain.
‘Aaaghhhhh, no, no, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhggg,’ but the belt kept coming until Tracy begged. ‘Please, please, agggggg, just, ohhhh, please stop, Mr Hampshire.’
Tracy was terrified, how far did he intend to push her? The pain was intense, yet her body was betraying her, because somewhere in the back of her mind, Tracy could picture Rob Hampshire’s strong arm wielding the belt against her naked bottom, and the image strangely aroused her aching and stinging emotions.
Again, another shower of blows landed across her reddening bottom. By now, Tracy’s ass was agony, and the blow upon blow on her sensitive behind was very, very painful. Tracy bit her lower lip, and tears started to flow down her face. Hampshire was dominating and punishing the hot body, and the pain was just a terrible bi-product of the harsh lesson. Tracy opened her lips to speak.
‘Sshh,’ Rob instructed, putting a finger to her lips, and continuing softly, ‘Don’t say another word, Tracy. I don’t want to punish you again. For as long as you’re in my employ, you have no rights - no rights at all, do you?’ he emphasized.
‘You do only what I allow you to do. If I prohibit you from wearing any undergarments, you had better comply. You belong to me completely. You will exist only to please me. It’s your last warning!’
Tracy was crying openly now, as her blonde head lay upon the desk. Hampshire was silent for a few moments, listening to the distraught woman. Then he spoke, his voice soft, but so commanding.
‘Tracy, I want you to beg me for forgiveness, and I want you to beg me to punish you for being disrespectful to me. I will not stop disciplining you until you do so.’
Before he could raise the belt again, Tracy wallowed through her tears,
‘Please forgive me, Sir! Please punish me some more for being disrespectful to you.’ Hampshire paused for effect.
‘OK, Tracy. That’s an obedient little slut. I forgive you. Now make me proud of my decision to keep you on instead of giving you the sack.’ He was offering a little crumb of comfort as he released the pressure on her arms and allowed her to tentatively lift her head from the surface of her desk.
‘Tha - tha - thank you, Sir! I promise that I’ll work even harder for you and make you so very proud of me.’ Tracy knew the right words to enthusiastically offer as the pain in her bottom continued its awesome radiation throughout her body.
‘Now be a good girl and get back to work. I’ve left you some instructions in an e-mail and I expect for you to follow them implicitly. Understand? If you don’t, then there will be hell to pay when I return.’ And with that, Hampshire strode out of her office.
Tracy tried to rub her bottom to take away the terrible pains and the stinging sensations, and gradually she moved around to her computer and opened up her e-mail. She couldn’t sit down so she stood and panned over her incoming messages, and immediately her eyes were drawn to the new one from Rob Hampshire. She read it immediately::
‘Good afternoon, Tracy. I hope you enjoyed the events of last evening, although I am sure you realise that at no time did I allow the men to touch you with their cocks, as much as they wanted to. However, your training as the office slut is now beginning to reap rewards and will continue, so never forget just what the alternatives are!!’
Tracy shivered and a chill went down her spine as she painfully remembered the force of the belt which had just dug into her exposed bottom.
‘ I am sorry that I have been called away on urgent business, but go down to the boat yard to collect the work sheets at 6 and be back in your office by 7o’clock. The men have been instructed not to take advantage of your presence.
A number of staff have requested that you appear on their computers as a ’screen saver’, or on the boat yard walls in calendar form, so I have arranged for these wishes to be granted, and a member of staff will come to your office this evening at 7, so be there! Do everything that is asked of you, Tracy, ensure you are totally obedient and comply with all requests. Any disobedience will be reported to me at a later time, and I don’t think I have to say again what role you are expected to fulfil in this company. Do not disappoint me, Tracy. As we agreed last evening, you are now regarded as the office slut, and your duties are to act accordingly. I will be by later to check on your progress and, unless you want a repeat of the scene we just experienced with the belt, do make me proud.’
That was it! Nothing more, just those chilling words and instructions in black and white for Tracy to digest. She sipped at her coffee, and tried to concentrate on other new Mails, but the words kept going over and over in her mind… ’screen saver,’ and ‘calendar.’ What did it all mean?
Tracy collected the work sheets from the men at the boat yard and was back in her office well by 7o’clock. There had been lewd whistles, lots of smirks and giggles when she was at the boat yard by the lake, but Tracy was able to just smile a coy smile, collect the sheets and leave for the short walk in the evening sun back to her office. Her ass was still sore but had eased a little and she was now able to sit on her chair without the agony firing through her body. She almost jumped when her door knocked at dead on 7, but breathed a sigh of relief to see two of the women from the accounts office waiting. Tracy smiled.
‘Come in, come in, how can I help you?’ She knew the two women quite well from going down to the accounts office on occasions for Mr Hampshire, and thought nothing of their visit. Joan Tiler was around 50 but still had a firm figure with short, dark, hair and April was about 20, and had only been with the company for about 6 months. She was beautiful, with dark hair brushed neatly down her back, and long, shapely legs and a figure that was curved in all the right places. Both women were 5′6/5′7, and Tracy noticed that Joan Tiler carried a holdall as the two women entered her office.
‘I think Mr Hampshire said you would be expecting us, didn’t he Tracy, as he sent me a copy of the Email,’ said Mrs Tiler, and then it suddenly hit Tracy that these WOMEN were the visitors that Hampshire had arranged. Oh my God, she thought, what is happening, why have April and Joan come to see me on behalf of Rob Hampshire? Joan Tiler continued with a chilling smile.
‘Mr Hampshire’s instructions were to take some appropriate shots of you which he will want on his desk when we’re finished. OK Tracy? Hopefully, you won’t object, as you know how he will want me to give him a full report when he comes in later tonight. April and I will organise it all for you, and in the bag are a few things that we might want to use later. No problems, then, Tracy, so shall we get started,’ and she opened the holdall and began to take out a digital camera.
Tracy could only stare, open mouthed, and it took her a few seconds to take in what the older woman was saying. These two women had been sent, by Hampshire, to take pictures of her for the rest of the staff to use…what sort of pictures, and why TWO women?
‘What sort of pictures are they, then, Joan?’ Tracy asked innocently, already very nervous. She had got used to Mr Hampshire giving her orders, and to using her, but was she able to obey the orders of another woman acting on the boss’s behalf?
‘Well, he just wants some nice shots of you to brighten up the place…you know the sort, Tracy,’ and Joan smiled that chilling smile again. ‘Just touch up your make-up, Tracy, and we’ll start with a few at your desk, as though you are concentrating on your work, at the computer!’ Tracy didn’t know what to say in return, and was very hesitant before she finally touched up her lipstick, and added a bit of gloss, and watched as Joan Tiler set up a video camera on a tripod and opened the digital camera. My God, thought Tracy…cameras AND videos!!!
‘Now just play with the mouse, Tracy, and try and look natural…keep the chair away from the desk so we can see your legs, that’s it,’ and Joan began to take shot after shot of the blonde woman.
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