Michelle Ch. 2
The Manager's New Slut
by NiteWriter
(April 2003)
The drive from the restaurant seemed endless. Michelle knew what was about to
happen. They were going to his house so he could fuck her. She was going to have
a man that thought she was sexy, thought she was pretty and wanted to fuck her.
That's exactly what she had fantasized about last week when she first met him.
Now it was going to come true.
When they arrived at Peter's home, he took Michelle to his bedroom. It was a
nice master bedroom suite with a king size bed and a huge Jacuzzi bathroom.
Michelle stood there waiting for Peter's direction as he removed his jacket and
tie. He moved in front of Michelle placing his fingers to her face. "Is this
what you want, Michelle?"
At first Michelle didn't answer as she contemplated what was about to happen.
After all, this was the first time she'd ever been alone with a man to have sex
other than her husband. "Answer me, Michelle!!" He asked again with a much more
dominating voice.
Deep inside this IS what she wanted. She needed a man that would want her and
take control. But this was all so new and happening so fast. How could she say
"no," when all she thought about this past week was having him?
Michelle was a respectable wife. She was an elegant lady well liked in her
community. She had always been faithful to her husband even though she wanted,
needed, and craved so much more. It was Michelle's moment of decision as to what
she really wanted. Deep down she knew she couldn't turn back now. Her
performance at the restaurant made her feel as though Peter owned her. But what
did he have in mind to do? Right now she wanted him to fuck her so bad. Her
whole body craved it. And she could feel her pussy getting wet already. But all
those stories about his domination and bondage of women... and the S&M? Would he
use her body for his enjoyment like that? Is that what he wanted from her?
Everything was flashing through her mind all at once.
She looked up at him knowing she should say "no," and fearing what might happen
to her. But instead a timid "yes"..., came out of Michelle's mouth.
Peter didn't waste anytime and began disrobing Michelle. A minute later she was
naked except for the black nylon stockings, garter belt and six-inch stilettos.
Peter loved seeing his women in sexy lingerie. Those high-heeled shoes really
complimented Michelle's gorgeous legs. And the black nylon stockings fit her
nice and tight, actually hugging her milky white thighs leaving just enough
exposed flesh to make her look so desirable. She looked as much like a slut as
you could get. No one would ever have guessed that she was a classy middle-aged
housewife.
Peter then removed his clothes while Michelle watched. When his underwear fell
to the floor Michelle stared between his legs. She instantly became amazed and
partially scared. His cock was so big. Peter saw Michelle's eyes focus on his
huge manhood. He stroked it in his hand while Michelle watched it grow fully
erect. "Twelve inches," he said. "You're going to love it up your hot little
cunt. And just wait till you suck this."
Michelle softly and shyly spoke. "Peter, there's something you should know. I've
done very little with my husband. He fucks me, not often, but that's all.
I...I've never....done anything else."
"Really!!" Peter responded. "Then I'll enjoy you that much more. It'll be almost
like having a virgin."
Peter's hands began roaming all over her body feeling her soft delicate flesh.
He loved the way her soft thighs felt clad in those sexy stockings. By the time
his fingers stroked through her cunt she was dripping wet. "Looks like you're
ready to be my slut now," he commented.
Peter then grabbed Michelle and began kissing all over her face. Then he pulled
her down on the bed. She moaned out to him, "Oh Peter..." He kissed and tongued
down Michelle's body making sure he spent plenty of time with his face buried
between her incredibly full breasts. His mouth then moved on to her delicious
wet pussy. He had Michelle moaning right from the outset.
In a short time he was kneeling between Michelle's legs and had his big cock
sliding in. At first he fucked her slowly, but then once his big cock was coated
with her juices he began burying it all the way inside Michelle's cunt. She was
moaning out, "Ohhh!.. Ohhhh!... you're so big ...Oh my God.... It's so big"...
He pulled out and moved Michelle to the floor. He positioned her kneeling with
her back against the bed looking up at him.
"It's time you learned what I expect of you," he stated in a very stern tone.
Peter stood there stroking his huge cock while instructing Michelle on her new
duties as his whore.
"Let me make it simple. You will do anything I want. Got it?" Michelle didn't
say a word; just nodded that she understood.
"So you've never sucked cock before, huh? Well, I'll teach you that. That's as
good a place as any to start. A good slut should know how to take it down her
throat."
Hearing everything he had to say scared Michelle, and not just a little, but a
lot. She didn't know how to respond. She wanted him badly. He had already
aroused her more than any man ever had. And his cock had felt so good inside her
cunt. All she wanted to do was please him. But the way he talked scared her so
much.
He was going to teach her how to suck his cock? How could she possibly swallow
that big thing? As she knelt there looking up at Peter she replied, "I don't
think I can do that. You're too big."
Michelle figured he would understand and not force her to attempt swallowing his
huge monster-sized shaft.
But then suddenly and in an instant, "SMACKKKK!!!" Peter's hand slapped her face
hard right across her cheek. "Don't you ever talk like that," he yelled at her.
"You'll do as I tell you. Didn't you hear what I just said?" He paused for only
a moment.
"It's time you learned how to be a good whore." And he slapped her face again
just to be sure she knew that he meant what he said.
Tears formed in Michelle's eyes. In that second she knew her place. She was
going to be just another one of his women... another of his sluts... his whore
to use and abuse. She didn't know what to do now other than to obey his orders.
"Open your mouth," she heard. His voice rang through her ears as the shock of
his harsh treatment was still overwhelming her.
Instinctively, Michelle opened her mouth allowing Peter to put his big cock
through her lips. Her brain was saying, "no this can't be happening." He grabbed
her head twisting her hair to hold her head in place. He pushed deeper into her
mouth. Michelle's hands went to his hips trying to force him back as his hard
cock hit the back of her mouth. He was attempting to enter her throat.
Peter didn't like her resistance.
"Listen you little slut," he screamed at her. "When are you going to fuckin' get
it? You're my whore now and I expect you to do anything I want. You're getting
my cock down your throat. Like it or not you're going to learn how to suck cock
and deep throat me. And you'll be doing a lot of it from now on too, so you may
as well start getting used to it."
He pulled on her hair forcing her face between his legs. The large head of his
rigid tool hit the entrance to her throat once again, only this time it slipped
in. She instantly had the urge to gag as her bodily reflexes tried to expel this
huge intrusion into her mouth. But regardless, he held her tight maintaining a
forward motion driving his hard shaft deeper and further down her throat.
"That's it... swallow it you slut," he groaned enjoying the feel of her tight
throat convulsing around his shaft.
She had never felt anything like this. It felt so big traveling deeper and
deeper down her throat. She could feel her insides expanding to accommodate the
thickness of his huge prick as he was literally suffocating her with his massive
cockmeat.
He was using her, just as he had so many other girls. She was his slut now and
she was realizing just that while his cock impaled her throat. There was no
turning back. She may be a respectable wife and mother, but now she was her
manager's personal whore.
She felt his balls up against her face. His engorged piece of cockmeat was
lodged completely down her throat. She couldn't breath.
"Oh Fuck!!!" He moaned out. "You're so damn tight."
"Now suck it bitch," he demanded. "Suck my cock!"
He began humping her mouth. She could feel his extremely hard cock sliding up
and down inside her throat stretching it beyond anything she's ever experienced.
All she could do was allow him to have his pleasure. She didn't dare resist
anymore, even though his long thick cock was violating her delicate throat.
Her inexperience at cocksucking resulted in her gag reflex constantly
triggering. She choked so much that her throat muscles were contracting tighter
around his cock. He loved that feeling too.
"Oh, you fuckin' little whore. That feels so good... not used to a big cock down
that sweet little throat of yours, are you?"
Michelle's face was beginning to turn red from lack of air. Fortunately
realizing that he backed away. Michelle coughed and choked spitting up some
thick saliva. He chuckled, "not bad for the first time... SLUT!!. I've had girls
puke their guts out when I did that to them."
He grabbed her face in his hands tilting her head up.
"Open it back up," he demanded.
Michelle obeyed and he sunk his hard cock down her throat again. This time was
no better. Michelle gagged violently once more making loud gurgling noises as
her throat heaved around his cock trying force it back out. Tears welled up in
her eyes. When he thought she needed another breath, he extracted his thick meat
again leaving a long strand of spit hanging from her chin. She immediately
coughed, creating more drool and saliva to flow from her mouth.
She looked up at Peter half dazed, only to have him grab her by the hair with
one hand and under the chin with the other and force his still hard cock back
down yet another time. And he held it there.
"Fuckk!!..." "Fuckkk!!..." He yelled out. "I love throatfucking sweet innocent
sluts like you... And you thought you couldn't suck my whole cock."
He pumped his big fucktool up and down her throat slapping his balls in her face
and making her gag profusely until she was nearly ready to pass out. Then he let
her go. She fell forward onto the floor gasping for a breath and trying to
regain any sense of decently as a housewife that she might have left.
She barely had time to recover when he grabbed her breasts in each hand
squeezing them hard. "Nice tits too," he exclaimed.
He yanked on them pulling her breasts away from her chest. Then he pinched her
nipples firmly until she was whimpering in pain. When he heard the cries of her
discomfort he twisted them, as if to punish her for not controlling herself.
Then he reprimanded her. "What's the matter cunt, don't like it rough?"
He began slapping her breasts repeatedly with his hand; each time her tits
wiggling on her chest from the strong impact. The sting of his hand sent waves
of pain through her chest and the constant abuse was turning her breasts red.
Michelle cried out to him because it hurt so badly. "No!...Please!!... No
more!!... It Hurts!!... Please, It Hurts!!..."
"You fuckin' little cunt," he yelled out. "You're going to learn real fast what
kind of slut I expect you to be."
He shoved her down on the bed hard and immediately drove his stiff cock into her
cunt. He forcibly fucked her while he continued to maul her breasts. "Don't you
disappoint me you dirty fuckin' bitch," he yelled out.
His cock rammed in and out of her wet cunt. Despite his abuse Michelle was
getting aroused too. His big cock felt so good inside her pussy, even though he
continued squeezing her tits hard. He kept slapping them, pulling on them and
sucking them into his mouth to bite her tender nipples.
Michelle had never been treated like this. Any sex she ever had was so regular
and simple. What she was experiencing now was nothing more than having her body
used. It seemed crazy, but despite his rough treatment of her tits, her whole
body felt so alive.
Then in the middle of his rough fucking she felt him. He was cumming. He moaned
out as his huge cock began throbbing deep in her cunt. "Oh fuck... what a hot
little bitch you are," he yelled out.
He kept pumping his cock deep into her cunt, while yelling some of the perverted
things he wanted to do to her. "You're my whore now... you fuckin' slut. Wait
till I fuck your ass too. I'll bet you'll love my big cock up that tight little
asshole."
Cum was still pouring into her pussy. "And how would you like me to shove my
fist up there and feel around in that cute little butt of yours? I'll give that
asshole a real good workout."
Michelle wasn't so sure about the things he was saying, but she loved the way
she felt. She loved feeling his cock throbbing in her pussy.
Peter continued moaning out his wild perverted fantasies. "And these tits...
fuck... you ain't felt nothing yet bitch," and he sucked her breasts into his
mouth biting her nipples while ramming his spasming cock deeper into her cunt.
Michelle could feel the massive amount of sperm still shooting deep inside her
and that put her over the edge too. Her orgasm began. Her whole body trembled as
her pussy filled with Peter's cum. She moaned non-stop,
"Oh yess... fuck me... fuck me... cum in me... I want to be your whore... Oh my
God,... fuck me with that big cock."
She was still in a delirious state enjoying this new experience when he pulled
out. She knew her cunt was full of his thick cock juice.
"Get up slut," he demanded. "You can get dressed now."
She was still turned on, but she began dressing. She didn't want to disobey or
displease him. She watched him get dressed as well. Michelle slipped on her
skirt over her partially torn stockings, positioned her bra on her breasts and
then buttoned her blouse. Her hair was a mess. Cum was beginning to dribble from
her cunt and down her legs.
"You can go home now," he told her. Michelle had the feeling of being so used
because he ended this so abruptly, yet she craved more. Perhaps I haven't
pleased him, she thought. So she asked, "am I a disappointment to you?"
"No," he answered. "You're going to do very nicely. You'll make a good office
slut for me. Just let me make sure you understand. I'll tell you what to do...
and you do it. You're a slut.. a whore... a dirty little cunt for me to enjoy.
Understand?"
Michelle nodded her head softly saying, "Yes sir." She was still scared, but she
needed to be his slut. This was the most aroused she had ever been. And now she
was willing to submit herself and do anything to please him.
"One more thing," he continued. "I know tomorrow is Saturday, but be in my
office nine o'clock in the morning. Just tell your husband you have to work."
Michelle left. In the taxi on the way home she realized what had happened
tonight. She was now the boss's whore. She was going to live two lives now; one
of housewife and mother and one of office slut obeying any whim her manager
might have in mind.
When she arrived at home her husband noticed her disheveled look. Michelle went
right to the bedroom to change. Her husband could see the redness on her
breasts. He noticed her torn stockings and the wet sticky substance matted on
them. He knew someone else was fucking his wife. He didn't say anything.
Michelle quickly got in bed and pretended to fall asleep. She lay there awake
remembering the events of the night. She thought about Peter's cock fucking her.
His cum was still inside her pussy. She thought of how he used her and treated
her. He was so rough. And she liked it. She liked being submissive for him and
hoped that he was pleased enough with her. But what was next? What will he do
tomorrow? Why did she have to be in the office on a Saturday?
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