Michelle Ch. 5
Training Her Ass
by NiteWriter
(May 2003)
Monday morning at work Michelle dressed rather conservatively. She wanted her
husband to think that everything was back to normal. Maybe he would think it was
a one-time indiscretion. She wore her usual buttoned-down blouse and a much
longer skirt. Her appearance was very business-like, although she did comply
with Peter's original request and continue to wear sexy undergarments for him.
At work the morning progressed, business as usual. No one in the office
suspected a thing. Little did everyone know that underneath Michelle's blouse
were two battered abused breasts? She was truly the manager's secret whore and
sex slave.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Peter called Michelle into his office. Once she
entered he immediately ordered, "close the door and lock it." Michelle knew even
from his tone of voice that he didn't call her for anything work related. She
knew he had some other plans. "Get that hot little ass of yours over here," he
demanded.
Michelle walked over to his desk where he was sitting and stood right next to
him. "How are your breasts today," he asked.
"They're still sore," she replied. Michelle felt a bit more relaxed now that he
asked about them. She had thought that perhaps he really didn't care how much he
abused her.
"Since you're still new at this I'll give them a little rest today." Peter
responded. "But those tits sure get me hot for you. I've been thinking about you
all morning." It was obvious to Michelle that her breasts excited Peter more
than anything else.
"Dressed rather business-like today, aren't we," he asked?
"I know Peter," she replied. "My husband was asking a lot of questions. He's so
mad at me. I couldn't leave this morning looking like you want."
Peter grabbed her by the arm moving her body between his legs as he stayed
sitting. "Turn around. Face the desk," he instructed. "I need to see that ass
again."
Once Michelle turned around he pushed her forward, until her chest was laying
over his desktop. Then he unbuttoned her skirt and yanked it down to the floor.
Underneath Michelle was wearing a pair of skimpy red panties. "Very nice," Peter
remarked. "Did you wear those just for me?"
"Yes Peter, I did," she replied.
"Why don't we save them till later," he commented as he slid the panties down
her legs. He made her step out of them and her skirt at the same time. "Right
now I just want that incredible ass."
Michelle wasn't sure what he meant exactly. She thought that perhaps he was
going to try shoving that big cock up her anal hole again. It hurt so badly the
last time he did that.
Peter slid his desk drawer open and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. "We're
going to work on that ass today. You know I didn't like the way you backed off
on me the other night? So today we'll make sure that doesn't happen again."
Michelle became instantly petrified. She knew this wasn't going to be pleasant.
And to make matters worse, it was a working day and the next room was filled
with people. Any feeling or expression of pain would have to be controlled. She
couldn't scream out.
Michelle felt Peter spreading a good amount of the lube in her asscrack. He
began working it around her rear hole just as he did the other day. Then his
finger pushed into her ass. It really did feel good. But unlike the last time,
Peter continued and inserted a second finger.
"Okay honey," he began explaining. "This is where you become my filthy anal
bitch. When I'm done with you today you'll be able to take two cocks up that
tight little ass. And I better not hear a sound out of you."
Peter was so demanding. He knew how to take control and dominate Michelle and he
knew she wanted it. He knew the type of woman that Michelle had become. She was
one of those decent girls that gets married, becomes a housewife for a
successful businessman and then realizes later in life that she's missed out on
something sexually. They're usually willing to do anything to make up for lost
time. And that described Michelle perfectly. Despite the torture, the pain and
the humiliation, she would do anything to maintain her acceptance by this
younger man.
Peter continued digging into her ass, now with three fingers. He probed through
her anal hole and kept going, pushing them all the way in to his knuckles. Her
tight anal ring had a nice snug grip. He wiggled them around letting her feel
how deep he was inside her rectum. Then he backed off and pulled them out. At
first Michelle thought he was finished. She glanced back to see and encountered
his three fingers moving toward her lips. "Taste them," he ordered.
She could smell the odor on them. It reminded her of yesterday when she
masturbated with her hairbrush; only his fingers were covered with a thick brown
paste. She had a hard time bringing herself to obey his request and taste her
own ass, but pleasing Peter was most important.
"Open that mouth I said." Peter sternly repeated his demand pushing his
slime-coated fingers against her lips. Michelle opened her mouth and Peter slid
them in wiping across her tongue. She immediately could taste the vile residue.
"That's it. Now suck on them." And Michelle did. She cleaned his dirty anal
tasting fingers sucking them through her lips and licking them with her tongue.
"Good girl," Peter commented satisfied with what she did. "Soon you'll love that
taste and beg for more."
When his fingers were thoroughly cleaned Peter stuffed them back in her ass.
This time he began forcing in a fourth finger. Michelle's asshole was getting
stretched pretty wide.
"Uhhh...," she grunted softly.
"What's the matter," he asked? "Too much for that cute little butt?"
Peter knew her asshole was stretched wider than ever before. But he had no plans
of stopping now.
"Better hold on honey," he suggested.
With that said, he backed out partially and started twisting all of his fingers,
gouging them against her stretched pucker. His whole hand was sliding in deeper
and deeper as he literally was forcing it into her gorgeous tight bottom.
"Oh Peter... it's too big," she whispered out in a desperate voice. "What are
you doing?"
"Giving you the whole thing," he replied. "My whole fist up that cute little
ass."
"Oh my God Peter...No!! .... I'm scared,...." she cried out as quietly as
possible. "Please don't! You'll rip me open. It's too big."
"Your ass will take it just fine," he reassured. "You should see how wide it's
stretched already." He kept forcing his hand through her gaping hole while
Michelle pleaded with him.
"Please Peter... No!!.... It hurts!..."
"Stop whining," he demanded. "You should see your dirty little asshole.... It's
wide open and taking it.... like a filthy anal slut."
He kept twisting it in. "Pretty soon you'll be begging me to stuff your ass."
Michelle wasn't so sure about that. His fist was so big. Did he actually think
it would fit through her tiny anus... and to beg for more? Michelle realized
that reasoning with him was pointless. Begging and pleading wasn't going to work
either. He was going to bury his fist inside her ass regardless and the thought
of that was absolutely horrifying. What if he forced too hard and ripped her
open?
She remembered a couple times before she was married. One of her boyfriends
touched her ass and attempted to invade her most private hole. She quickly
turned away saying... "NO"... that it wasn't something proper. She couldn't
understand how women allowed a man to use their ass like that. When Peter forced
his cock into her the other day, she felt so violated. That was her first time.
Admittedly though, feeling one finger sliding in was rather arousing. But
stuffing in a fist was certainly more than her anal hole could comfortably take.
It was frightening. And it was degrading to have him probing into her dirty ass.
Michelle tried holding back the sounds of her distress as best she could, but
the pain was tremendous and he was still pushing hard. She was releasing muffled
grunting noises as she tried to keep from screaming. She looked over her
shoulder only to see Peter bearing down harder and mumbling with an increasing
intensity while he drilled his fist into her anal hole.... "I want this bitch's
ass.... she's so fuckin' tight.... I'll fuck her so hard...."
She could see his arm twisting and could feel his fist burrowing into her ass.
It didn't matter that her tight shit hole was not used to being stretched like
this. He was just going to ram it in no matter how much it hurt.
"C'mon bitch," he softly yelled. "Relax that ass. I want to fistfuck that tight
shit hole."
He pushed harder. Michelle groaned into the desktop as she gripped the edges
tight. She was bracing herself for the most violating act that had ever been
done to her. Her boss was about to stuff his whole hand up her rear end.
He was in far enough now that the ball of his fist was passing through her anal
ring and entering her ass. "Ohhhhhhhhh, Please!!..... Ohhhhhh!!..... It
hurts,...." she panted out desperately.
Michelle wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but knew she didn't dare. It
felt like he was ripping her ass open and all she could do was let him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!.....
Peter....... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!....."
Suddenly, she felt this quick entry pass into her body. He was in. Her anal hole
relaxed a bit and gripped his wrist. His whole hand was inside her ass.
"Fuck you're tight, you hot little bitch," he yelled in a whisper.
After a short pause, she felt him pushing deeper. She was breathing heavily,
recovering from the pain of his huge fist passing through her back hole. Then he
began moving it, feeling around and actually going deeper with his hand. His
fingers were probing inside her rectum. She felt him make a fist and begin
pumping his wrist back and forth through her hole and pounding her inner rectum.
"How's that bitch? Like a good hard assfisting?"
Michelle was afraid that she might pass out from trying to hold back any longer.
The feeling of having her rectum abused like this was so intense. Every time he
rammed his fist deep, she slid on the desk. She felt like her whole body was
impaled on his fist and that he might shove his whole arm in.
Then she began feeling his fingers. They were somehow digging deeper. There was
a tightness deep in her rectum and his fingers were touching it. Michelle never
felt anything like it. It was instantly arousing her. What was happening? How
could this be possible? A moment ago the pain was unbearable and now she could
feel this sexual electricity building and building fast.
She moaned. "Oh Peter... Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh..."
"Like that spot, huh," he replied.
"Ohhhh Peter... Oh my God....." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
She groaned out.
Michelle didn't understand what was happening to her. It felt like she was going
to orgasm. But how could that be? How could probing her rectum make her feel
that way? Peter's fingers were teasing this spot deep in her bowels and it felt
so good. Only minutes before she was pleading him not to do this. Now she was
ready to beg him not to stop.
The feeling of excitement was swelling up inside her and it was growing so fast.
The way Peter was manipulating her soft delicate flesh inside her ass was
arousing her enough that she knew she was going to cum. He kept toying with that
spot. It was making her nuts.
Then it seemed like in an instant her whole body tensed up. Peter couldn't
believe it. She was approaching an orgasm. Michelle couldn't believe it either.
And there was no stopping it.
Michelle began shaking violently spread out on his desk. Peter kept probing
deeper into her anal cavity and that did it.
"OOhhhhhhhhh...Fuckkkkkkk!!...Fuckkkkkk!!..." She gasped and started cumming.
"Michelle?...," Peter called out. "You hot little anal whore. You love it in the
ass don't you?" He was rather enjoying the sight of her naked body squirming on
his fist and sliding around on the desk.
Peter figured that since she was enjoying this so much that he might as well use
her ass like he always imagined. He slowly extracted his hand from her back
hole. "OOuuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!" She groaned. As soon as he was out, he quickly forced
it back in making her anal hole swallow his fist again. Her ass simply stretched
wide-open and allowed Peter through. He repeated it over and over giving
Michelle a hard anal fist fucking. She moaned and grunted while bouncing around
on his desk. It was the first anal orgasm of her life. And it seemed endless.
It felt so good, but all Michelle could do was grunt. She knew she couldn't
scream out as much as she wanted too.
The next thing she knew, Peter was standing behind her shoving that huge cock of
his up her ass. This time it went in easily. Her asshole was so wide open he
slid his entire length all the way in. He buttfucked Michelle, furiously ramming
his cock up her shitter. Michelle just kept moaning. "Oh, Peter.... Ohhhhh My
God...."
He grabbed hold of her breasts squeezing them while he rode her ass. Then it
seemed to happen so quickly. Cum began pouring into her. She could feel it. She
could feel his cock throbbing and dumping his load deep into her rectum.
When her body finally went limp Peter knew she was coming back to reality, He
pulled his cock out. Michelle slowly slid off the desk completely exhausted. It
took a little while, but she managed to pull on her panties and skirt.
Peter gave Michelle a little kiss and patted her cheek. "You keep getting better
and better," Peter complimented. "That was the best assfuck I've had. Who would
have thought it would be a housewife with a virgin ass."
"My God Peter," Michelle panted still out of breath. "I've never felt anything
like that. I'm still shaking. You make me feel so dirty and yet so good."
Back at her desk Michelle tried to work. She could feel her panties getting wet
from his cum seeping out. Her anal hole still felt so stretched. It was sore
too.
The rest of the morning her mind wandered on what happened in her manager's
office. Obviously it didn't matter when Peter wanted her, even while they were
supposed to be working. Michelle figured she was going to be used as a slut
whenever he felt the urge. She wondered what he might have in mind next? She
wanted more.
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continued in Ch6 - Submitting To His Clients
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