Life Chez Eaton was pretty damn good, after Lucy's first half
year with the company. The business was several contracts the
richer, the wheels of industry oiled, on more than one occasion,
with Lucy's copious juices. The staff were productive, and more than
satisfied with the perks that had come into their lives when Lucy
joined us, and I - well, it's hardly surprising that a man of
fifty-six with a beautiful, intelligent woman in her early twenties
on his arm, eager to open her legs, mouth and arse on demand was
relatively contented.
I have to admit though, that despite the fact that I was getting
fucked to a schedule that most men would have waged an all-out war
for, as much of my enjoyment came from thinking up, and following
through, new and amusing ways to humiliate my lovely little slut as
it did from fucking her.
The best of these tended to arise from unwitting comments of her
own, which gave me insights into her personality, and provided me
with ideas that I knew would affect her profoundly.
Most of the time, if you visited me at home with Lucy, apart from
the incredible level of sexual activity, and her inexplicable and
insatiable desire for a man more than old enough to be her father,
you would have thought us a normal kind of couple. I had made no
attempt to change her opinions through hypnosis - there was no need,
since she would do what I demanded, whatever her opinions. I didn't
want her brainless when, after all, she was a bright and lively girl
and conversing with her had its pleasures, totally apart from the
sex she provided me with. Of course, her opinions on gender issues
were something that needed either to be addressed, or at least taken
advantage of.
Where she had often dismissed men as "losers" or
"jerks" she did so less often now, if only because so many
of those losers and jerks had fingered her to screaming orgasm, or
shot their load down her throat or into her face. There were still
groups that she was scornful of, however.
There was a story on the news one evening that caught her eye, as
she was dialing Bill for her daily confession. It concerned
hooliganism after a football match, and she glanced over, and
commented "Neanderthals!" before continuing with her call.
To an extent, I agreed with her, but nonetheless, it will always
irritate me hearing a woman pass judgment on the male of the
species, particularly a disrespectful judgment like that one. The
grin spread across my face as it dawned on me exactly how I would
punish her for it and the anticipation was enough to distract me
from listening to her pouring out her heart and humiliation to Bill.
I arranged to take her shopping in London a couple of weeks
later, and by the afternoon she was dressed from top to toe in a new
outfit. Black leather spike heeled boots reached to just above her
knee, above which a long expanse of golden thigh rose to the hem of
a leather skirt which covered her modesty - but only just. Her
breasts strained against a little white, cropped camisole almost
bursting the three buttons that fastened it. She wore no underwear,
naturally; I only ever let her wear underwear for the first hour and
a half of work until the wank-break, and on the rare occasions where
having her remove it would prove titillating.
The underground station at Knightsbridge was deserted, as I
expected, but when the train pulled in, I knew that I'd timed things
just right. It was crammed to the gunnels with rowdy football fans,
returning home after a big local derby. I propelled Lucy to the
center of the carriage, where she grabbed a strap and I pressed my
body into her back. She was the only woman in the carriage, and the
skinhead on the next strap shuffled round to face her, staring
openly into her cleavage, like most of the blokes sitting on the
seats beside the windows. This meant he was in the perfect position
to see, when I reached round from behind her and undid the buttons
on the camisole, slowly, one by one.
"Holy fucking shit!" he exclaimed, as I smiled at him
over her shoulder, and pulled the camisole wide.
"Master!" she gasped, blushing wildly, but she unable
to repress a lewd moan as I cupped her gorgeous tits, and rather
than fondling and covering them I lifted them to display to the
audience. The babble in the carriage quietened, as one by one the
supporters nudged each other and turned to stare, slack-mouthed at
Lucy allowing herself to be shown off like this, without protest, I
circled the jutting nipples with my forefingers, and she jerked, and
darted her tongue out to moisten her lips.
"Fuckin' 'ell," came one impressed mumur, "what a
bleedin' slut."
"And what a pair,"
But of course the show wasn't over yet. I put my hands on the
outside of her thighs and slid the leather skirt up her hips,
revealing her neatly trimmed bush inch by inch, until the hem drew a
line along the top of the dark triangle of curls. There was a chorus
of moans as I cupped her mons, then splayed my hand, prompting her
to take a little step to part her legs slightly.
"Oh Fuck!"
"Jesus!"
Slowly, deliberately I drew my finger back and forth along her
hot slit, making sure that the entire audience could see the juices
that glistened on my fingers and coated the inside of her thighs.
Lucy's head had fallen back and she was panting, making little
gasping moans of "please!" and pressing her buttocks back
against me. All around us, I could see boys drop their hands to
their laps, desperately rubbing at erections, while their eyes were
glued on the action
"Take me out," I hissed in a whisper designed to carry,
and she obeyed instantly, sliding her free hand between us and
caressing my cock before she deftly flicked the button of my jeans
open and pulled down the zip. She gave a long moan as she felt skin
under her hand and my erection pressed against her buttocks. I was
still fingering her, although by now, she had spread her legs wider,
and was rocking her hips against my motions.
Comments and eager, lascivious instructions were coming at me
from all sides now:
"Garn mate, fuck 'er"
"Make the bitch scream!"
"Give 'er a proper seeing to."
But it was the boy sat right beside where we were standing who
realized first, when my hands spread Lucy's buttocks, what they were
in for.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, he's goin' to bugger the horny
bitch!"
The silence that fell was profound, and was broken only by Lucy
gasping her urgent desire. I pressed the tip of my cock against her
tight hole, and heard a hiss of "Do it!"
As I pressed in, slowly, and they could see my hardness sliding
deeper and deeper into her body, the boys moaned, but quieted as I
breathed in her ear "vocalize" - a programme I'd
instituted, that made her loudly express everything she was feeling,
and wanting. "Oh God, yes, that feels so good! Fill my arse
with your cock just like that master; you know how much I love it.
Oh God, yes, ride me, please, ride me harder, I love it, oh yes, I
love it, oh God, I'm coming, don't stop, make me come, yes, yes,
don't stop, fuck me like this forever, I want it, I need it, oh,
yes, Yes, YES"
I don't know how many of them missed their stop that afternoon. I
do know that as we rattled through tunnels and stations, and doors
opened and closed, not a single person left the carriage while I
took Lucy. I know too, that the guys panted in unison with my grunts
as I reamed her, so that there was a gasping all around us to the
and I'm sure that each one of them was right there with me, jamming
their cocks deep and hard into that tight arse, feeling the hot
liquids from her cunt spilling over their hands, and hearing her
begging them not to stop fucking her because it felt so damn good to
be sodomised.
They all let out a sigh when I yelled and finally emptied my
balls into her, and after a moment, a quiet murmur of conversation
began. It died away again though when Lucy twisted to face me, and
slid down my body to kneel on the filthy carriage floor. Her skirt
was still lifted and exposing that rosy, well fucked arse to them,
and they realized it wasn't over yet.
I think the bloke standing closest spoke for all of them, when,
as she took my slimy cock into her mouth to lick it clean, he
whimpered, "Sweet holy Christ!" and a dark stain spread
across the front of his jeans. I'm damn sure he wasn't the only one
to shoot his load.
Nothing broke the silence when I helped her to her feet. I slid
the skirt down to cover her, but didn't allow her to rebutton the
camisole until we left the train at the next station, so that her
lovely tits brushed as many of the pressing bodies as we had to
pass. While I guided her out, someone started to clap, and we
stepped onto the platform to thunderous applause and catcalls.
"Why, Master? " she asked, once she was fully covered
again. It was the first time she had ever questioned me, though I
suppose it was also the first time I had used her quite so publicly,
and amongst a group that consisted completely of strangers. It had
obviously shamed her more deeply than anything before, but then,
that was what I had intended.
"Because it pleased me," I replied, "and for
another reason, too, but you have a good enough brain to figure that
out, if you think about it."
"How have I become such a slut?" she wondered aloud as
I guided her up the elevator and onto the train home.
I grinned. "Just lucky I guess."
She giggled, and snuggled against me on the seat. I knew that
however I used her, she would never blame me for it. "I love
you, Master," she said.
"I know."
I didn't have any occasion to punish Lucy for several weeks after
that episode, and the next punishment was much less public, but in
many ways, infinitely more satisfying.
I was interviewing for a new job - the new work we had been
getting in meant that I needed to expand, when a young man, around
Lucy's age walked in to the office.
He stopped dead in front of her desk, and gazed hard at her, his
eyes drinking in the braless nipples that showed clearly through her
sheer white skirt.
"Well, well," he said, "Lucy Fulton. This is a new
look for you, isn't it?"
She looked up at him, and positively bristled with dislike.
"Hi Bryan. It's a uniform."
"I'll look forward to working here, in that case," he
smirked.
"You don't know the half of it," Jeff murmured from
behind him, and a general laugh made Lucy blush. I found it amazing,
and very sweet that despite her enforced sluttishness, Lucy's blush
response was as active as ever.
The boy, Bryan, looked mystified, but was too nervous about his
interview to push things further.
He had a good CV, and seemed a likeable and pleasant person,
within the bounds of what passes for likeable at Eaton. He certainly
wasn't a new age sensitive kind of guy, but he'd never have fitted
in if he had been.
"So," I said, as the interview came to a close,
"you know our lovely Lucy?"
He gave a bitter laugh. "We're acquainted. I never managed
to 'know' her though. We dated in University, and I was fairly keen
to get... um... closer, but she shot me down in flames." He
gave a grimace, "In the middle of the Uni bar, in front of all
my mates."
"Aaah." I replied, and smiled. "Well, Bryan, I
hope that won't put you off of taking a job here. I'd like to offer
it to you."
"Shit, no!" he grinned. "I mean thanks Mr. Eaton,
I'd love the job."
I put out my hand. "Welcome to Eton Engineering, Bryan. And
don't worry about Lucy, I think you'll find her easier to get along
with than you used to."
He left, happy as Larry.
"I wish you hadn't offered Bryan the job, Master," She
said later, as she sat facing me on my lap, my cock still inside her
after our early evening tussle.
"Why's that?"
"I just don't like him, Master, that's all."
"He says you used to date."
"Yes, he's the one I told you about at my interview, Master,
you know, the total loser?"
"He didn't seem a loser to me, in any way. Why don't you
expand on that?"
"Well," she thought for a moment, "at first he was
really nice, Master, but after about a week he spent the whole time
trying to get me into bed. The last straw was when I said no, and he
said 'I suppose I can't persuade you to suck me off then?'"
I grinned. A man after my own heart I thought, but
all I said was, "What did you say?"
She giggled then. "I told him I wouldn't suck him if he was
made out of sugar, and advertised as the only lollipop for the new
Millennium."
I managed not to laugh. It was a more than funny comeback, but
still...
"That wasn't very nice, now was it? Especially from a girl
who loves to suck cock as much as you do."
"But, Master...."
"No, Lucy." I made my voice stern. "Bryan is going
to be working with us."
She nodded.
"That means that you will call him Sir, like all the other
staff."
"Yes, Master, of course."
I put her under.
'You should make a new start with Bryan, Lucy."
"Yes, Master."
"You should be especially nice to him."
"If I must, Master."
"You must, Lucy."
"Yes, Master."
"I think it would be a nice gesture if you apologized on
Monday, at the operations meeting, don't you, Lucy?"
"Yes, Master."
"In fact, Lucy, I think you should go a little further than
that."
"Master?"
"I think you should ask him, very nicely, very politely, if
he would allow you to make your rudeness up to him, by doing what
you refused to when you were students, Lucy. I think you should ask
him if he would like you to suck him."
"I don't want to, Master. I really don't like him."
"That doesn't matter, Lucy. Getting along with each other is
an essential skill, Lucy, and getting along with each other means
that you have to offer Brian the use of your mouth at the meeting,
and if he enjoys that, you have to offer to spend the rest of the
day with him, so that he can use the cunt and arse you denied him
too. Do you understand, Lucy?"
"Yes, Master."
"Don't worry, Lucy. It will wound your pride, of course, but
you'll still enjoy it, and you'll still come - that's part of
getting along together with each other. You may not like Bryan, but
you will realise eventually he is another colleague, and should be
treated with respect."
But first, I thought, she would have to eat a good slice of
humble pie, along with Bryan's meat, and I wanted to be sure that
she wouldn't enjoy it too much.
Bryan arrived good and early on Monday, and I took him through to
my office. "I'm glad you're here," I said, "I'll
introduce you to the staff at our Ops Meeting in half an hour, but
before I do, I wanted to talk with you."
"Yes, Mr Eaton?"
"Eaton Engineering is very different from many workplaces,
Bryan. We like to keep our staff happy, and we have provisions for
doing so that are, well, out of the ordinary."
"Oh?"
"I don't want to spoil the surprise, but I do want to make
clear that these, um, special provisions are not ever, And I do mean
EVER, mentioned outside work. Don't worry about what they are,
you'll recognise them, but I should warn you that if I ever hear
that someone outside the company knows of them, I will fire you -
because the rest of the staff already know and follow that rule,
okay?"
"Yes Mr Eaton, fine."
"Call me 'boss', everyone does. Well," I grinned,
"Nearly everyone."
I introduced him at the meeting, and once the various 'making
each other known' bits were done, I smiled and said, "I hope
we'll have a great time, and enjoy getting along with each
other." The look on his face at what happened next was
priceless. Imagine a little boy, at Christmas, who's got everything
he ever dreamed of, and it's more special, because he wasn't
expecting any of it. That was Bryan when Lucy said.
"It's really important that we can all work together well.
I'm sorry, Sir, that I was so unkind to you, back at Uni. I'd really
like to make it up to you."
She dropped to her knees.
"Would you let me do, right now, what I refused to then?
Will you let me suck your cock for you, please?"
"What, here? Now?" He was dumfounded.
"Yes, please."
He looked round and saw the grinning, eager faces of the staff.
"Go for it, babe."
I always got a kick from watching Lucy's lipsticked lips sliding
over the head of an erect prick, and never more so than that day,
when I knew that she hated the person she was blowing, but that
she'd do her best - just to please me.
There was an added bonus, I noted, as she eased him out of his
trousers and stroked him - the boy was hung like a horse. His penis
must have been more than a foot long, and thick in proportion. Lucy
was going to get a real workout today.
His moans as she slid along his shaft and worked it with her
tongue were music to my ears, and we were all loving the show when
he tangled his hands into her hair, and held her while he thrust up
to fuck her face, with fast furious jabs. His eyes widened as Lucy's
well trained mouth and throat encompassed the whole of that massive
prick - I suspect it was a new experience for him, and he was very
obviously relishing it, sliding out to the tip so we could see her
saliva glistening on him, before driving back in.
I saw her cup and squeeze his balls gently, and he stiffened and
gasped loudly, once as he came, and again when her throat contracted
around him to swallow the spunk he'd shot into her mouth. She
dragged her lips over him as she let him go, and he moaned again,
and then, gently, she rearranged his clothing.
'Did you enjoy that, Sir?" she asked, still kneeling at his
feet.
"Shit, yeah, Lucy. Fabulous. Thank you."
"No, thank YOU, Sir, for letting me start to make amends for
my bad behaviour when we knew each other before. I wondered if you
would allow me to complete that, by giving you the other things I
denied you then?"
"Erm, I'm not sure what you mean Lucy."
"Please, I'd like you to spend today with me. Fuck me anyway
you please, as often as you like. I'll do anything to make up for
how I treated you."
He looked at me.
"Lucy's time is yours today, Brian. As she says, it's
important that we all have a good working relationship here.
Unfortunately, I can't offer you complete privacy, but there's a
couch in the staff rest room that's comfortable."
He didn't need telling twice.
I watched on the security camera as Lucy spent the rest of the
day making loud and extended amends. Bryan was young and vigorous,
and had her every which way from Sunday, starting by spreading her
on the table and eating her with lashing strokes of his tongue that
had her begging him to fill her cunt in minutes. I particularly
enjoyed the moments when he slammed her against the wall and pinned
her like a helpless butterfly on his cock, the one where he hooked
her feet over his shoulders and first discovered her delight in
buggery, and how she looked after he squeezed her tits into a tunnel
and rode them to climax, covering her face with his come.
By the end of the day, Lucy had taken that huge cock into every
hole at least twice, and come shuddering around his fingers
countless more times while he recovered his energy for another bout.
My new recruit was obviously ecstatic with his welcome, and poor
Lucy was exhausted.
"Am I forgiven, Sir?" she asked as the hooter signaled
the end of the working day.
"I think so," he replied, grinning.
As she walked gingerly to the ladies, to freshen up, and no doubt
to sob her heart out in humiliation, he came to me, and shook my
hand.
"Not a word, boss," he swore. Then he laughed.
"Shit, nobody would ever believe me if I told them anyway. I'm
going to love working at this place!"
