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Subject: {ASSM} Betty - Chapter 5 (M/F, F/F, oral)
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Betty, Chapter 5
By: Jibsheet
(c) 2001 commercial reposting prohibited

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Author's note: If you're reading a "Betty" story
for the first time, please read the first 4 chapters,
it will make more sense!

You can find them on my website: http://jibsheet.tripod.com

Comments always appreciated at: jibsheet26@hotmail.com
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On Monday morning, I called Betty to my office. I was 
anxious to see how the events of last Friday night had 
gone over at home.

To my surprise, she had come to work today in a long 
skirt and very conservative dark blouse. Neither the 
skirt (even though it buttoned up the front), nor the 
blouse was in keeping with the slut image I had 
insisted she have. I kept Betty standing while I 
looked her over, severely.

"Slut, that outfit would not appear to be 
appropriate!"

A small smile crossed her face. 

"You may not think so at first, but..." Slowly, she 
reached down and began to unbutton the skirt. When 
there were only two or three buttons still fastened, 
she looked up and smiled broadly. "...I think you'll 
like this outfit!"

She sat - gingerly, I noticed - in the office chair. 
Of course the skirt, now mostly undone, fell open 
alongside her lovely legs. Still smiling, she undid 
one last button, and spread her legs to the arms of 
the chair. The skirt fell apart the rest of the way, 
baring her lower body nearly to her hips, and I was 
rewarded with a perfectly lovely view of her cunt, 
framed by the sparse dark hair.

Now her hands went to the blouse, and she began to 
open those buttons as well. After a few had been 
undone, it became obvious to me that she was 
completely naked under the outer layer of clothes.

"Hmmm, I see you are right, after all," I said, as I 
enjoyed the view. "That *is* a completely appropriate 
outfit, particularly for the tasks I have for you 
today."

"Thank you...you see, I couldn't wear one of my short 
skirts, as I'm still quite red and sore back there, 
from my punishment! And I...well, I was hoping that I 
could start spreading my legs for other men, and this 
would allow them easy access..."

"I'm pleased that you want to be fucked so badly, 
slut...but you're not to that stage yet. However, I 
think you will enjoy your work today. First, though, 
show me your ass."

Betty rose, and came around the desk to stand next to 
me. Slipping her hands under the loosened front of the 
skirt, she slid it back and gathered it up above her 
waist, bending forward.

She was indeed still quite red and marked. I knew that 
Sherri had beaten her hard, needing to see Betty's 
pain to increase her own orgasm. The beating had left 
red welts across her smooth ass, and down onto the 
backs of her legs. I ran my fingers over them, feeling 
them still hot, as if the beating had just ended.

"How did your husband feel about your punishment, 
Slut?"

"Ohhh, he really liked it! He fucked me over and over 
this weekend, and each time, I had to tell him about 
being beaten...tell him how much it hurt! And I 
couldn't lie on my back for him, so he made me bend 
over in front of him...He seemed to enjoy that even 
more, because he could see all the marks back 
there..." 

Betty laughed as if at a private joke. "He even made 
me promise to disobey you more, so that I'd be beaten 
again..."

"Would you enjoy that, slut?"

"I...yes...yes, I think I would...it hurt a lot, but 
it felt good too...I don't think I've ever come as 
hard as I did after...when...when Sherri was licking 
me..."

I slid my fingers between her legs, and found that the 
memory was making her very wet...my fingers drove  
easily up into her cunt, to the sound of her deep 
groan. I enjoyed her soft, wet pussy for a few 
minutes, then slid my fingers out and told her to sit 
down again.

"Let's talk about your training today, slut."

Betty slid carefully back into the chair, letting the 
skirt fall open and spreading her legs for my 
pleasure.

"Today, and possibly for the next several days, we're 
going to work on how you offer your services."

I glanced at the clock. "There's about eight hours 
left in the day, so here's what you will do. You will 
offer your mouth - and just your mouth! - to four men, 
and four women. I don't care who they are, but you 
will bring them each to orgasm, using only your mouth. 
If you need to use your body to convince them to 
participate (which I doubt) you may engage in your 
usual teasing."

Betty leaned forward, and, unconsciously, licked her 
lips.

"You are NOT to cum yourself, do you understand?" I 
asked. "And you are not to allow them any other use of 
your body, except your mouth."

"Now, here's how I will know if you've done your job 
well. You will have to explain this to your 'clients' 
before you start."

"Each time you make a man cum, you are to keep some of 
his cum in your mouth, and find me immediately. 
Regardless of where I am, or who is with me, you are 
to show me the cum in your mouth. When I am satisfied 
with the evidence, I will tell you to swallow."

Betty was panting, slowly, as my words sank in.

"For the women - They must agree to send me an email, 
or a note of some kind. It may simply say: 'Your slut 
has served me well,' or anything else they choose to 
indicate that they are pleased with your services. Do 
you understand?"

Betty nodded, slowly. "Yes...yes, I do. But why can't 
I make myself cum? I'll be so hot, and you've always 
let me cum before..."

"NO! A true slut knows that the pleasure of those she 
services is more important than her own. You need to 
learn this. If I am very happy with the work you do 
today, I may allow you to cum this evening, after 
work. Now, you'd better get started!"

Betty rose and left the office, fastening a few 
buttons to cover herself, partly, as she left. I 
smiled, thinking of the pleasure she would give today, 
and wondering who she would choose...my stiff cock 
ached for her body, and I briefly regretted not having 
filled her with my cum this morning, but I knew I had 
to get some work done. With a sigh, I turned to my 
computer.

--++--

Around 40 minutes later, the small flashing envelope 
icon on my computer monitor drew my attention.

Opening the incoming email, and noticing who it was 
from, I smiled to myself. I wasn't surprised by 
Betty's choice, only that she apparently gone to that 
person first!

To: Doug@HugeCompany.com
From: Sherri@HugeCompany.com
Date: September 23, 2001
Re: Performance Review.

Your trainee has performed VERY satisfactorily, and I 
feel it will be difficult to concentrate on the rest 
of my work today!

I was extremely excited when she told me of her need 
for a performance review, and I took her to one of the 
unused offices on the 4th floor, where we would not be 
undisturbed. I made her show me the results of our 
last meeting, which I thought were quite good. I then 
put her to work, and she surprised me *several* times 
with her excellent oral skills.

If possible, I'd like to meet with you later, and 
discuss an idea for her further training. I think you 
will approve.

Sherri

Laughing, I hit the "Reply" button.

To: Sherri@HugeCompany.com
From: Doug@HugeCompany.com
Date: September 23, 2001
Re: Further Training

I'm glad you *enjoyed* her work so thoroughly. I think 
she is coming along well.

By all means, come by anytime after lunch. I'm anxious 
to hear your ideas.

Doug

Still smiling, I sent the email, and left for a cup of 
coffee in the break room.

The break room was empty except for Gina, who worked 
down the hall in Marketing. Meeting her on a coffee 
break had become a semi-regular thing, as she always 
had the latest office gossip for us to laugh over. In 
fact, it was she who had first mentioned Betty's 
flashing and teasing to me.

I was intrigued, too, by the sexual hints Gina often 
dropped about submission -  hints that made me suspect 
she longed for something she wasn't getting at home. 

Just as I was about to leave, Betty dashed by the 
door, saw me, stopped and came in. Standing by our 
table, she blushed as she looked at Gina, but she 
opened her mouth as she'd been instructed to do.

"Bend over, I can't see!" I told her.

As she bent forward, the pool of white cum in her 
mouth became obvious. Gina gasped, and I laughed as 
Betty's hand flew up to stop a small dribble of cum 
from escaping.

"You may swallow. Who's was it?"

Swallowing quickly, Betty licked her lips, and glanced 
at Gina again.

"it's....it's Fred's," she replied.

"I'm not surprised at that...he's been waiting for the 
chance, hasn't he?"

"He did seem *very* happy," she laughed.

"Good! Now you have other work to do, but I want you 
to concentrate on new people now. For instance, 
Gina..." Time to test my theory about her.

"What....what's going on?" asked Gina, her face 
slightly flushed.

"Gina, I want you to take Betty back to your office. 
Betty will explain her assignment today, and I'd like 
you to help her complete her task."

"But...I've got work...what is she doing?"

"Betty will tell you. And Gina - this is *not* a 
request!" I turned abruptly and left the break room.



Throughout the morning, Betty was hard at work. Once, 
crossing the lot to the warehouse, I found her behind 
a row of crates, on her knees in front of one of the 
shipping clerks. He was holding her head tightly, 
forcing her mouth up and down over his cock, using her 
hard. I was pleased to notice that Betty had her hands 
carefully at her sides, even though her blouse was 
open to her waist, and her stiff nipples were probably 
begging for attention.

I waited just around the corner until I heard the 
clerk groaning in orgasm, and then approved the 
results when she came to show me.

Betty followed me into the warehouse, and headed for 
the women's lockers at the back, telling me that she 
thought there might be someone there who would be 
interested.

Later, I returned to my office, and found a new email 
from a woman named Jill, whom I hadn't met. It simply 
said, Re: Betty. "Wonderful...absolutely wonderful!"

On my desk was a folded note. Opening it, I found it 
was from Debra. She was one of the loading dock 
workers down in the warehouse, and I assumed that was 
who Betty had met in the women's lockers. The note 
said: "The little bitch did a good job. I came hard. 
Can I have her more often? You can fuck me whenever 
you like, if you'll let me use her. Debra."

I made a mental note to have a look at Debra, and 
decide about her invitation. Even if I didn't accept, 
I knew I'd be sending Betty over to see her regularly.

--++--

Sherri came in after lunch, and turned my quick hug 
turned into a deep kiss. Stepping back, she smiled. 
"That was for letting me have such a wonderful evening 
on Friday! I enjoyed both of you so much...any chance 
I could talk you into coming by my place this evening, 
so just the two of us could have some fun?"

I promised her I'd let her know later, and asked her 
to tell me her idea for Betty. This was going to prove 
interesting, and potentially exhausting!...first 
Debra, now Sherri....

"Well," she began, "I have a small circle of friends, 
all women, you understand, who share my tastes. We 
meet individually most of the time, but occasionally 
we have the chance to get together as a group. Those 
can be really fun parties, let me tell you!"

"I'm sure!"

"Anyway, I thought it might make some excellent 
training for your pretty little slut, if we got the 
group together and let her service all of us...Of 
course, you'd be welcome to come watch, and 
'supervise', although I wouldn't be able to guarantee 
how much pleasure other than watching you might 
get...not all of them are bi, like me..."

"Oh, that's not a problem," I interrupted. "Watching 
is, in itself, a very erotic pleasure!"

At that moment, I noticed Betty standing outside the 
door. 

"Sherri, you know what the slut is working on today?"

She nodded.

"Well, do me a favor, go see if she's succeeded 
again."

Sherri walked over to Betty, who opened her mouth. I 
watched, entranced, as Sherri took Betty's face in her 
hands, and bent to kiss her, deeply...quite obviously 
tasting the cum she found in Betty's mouth.

After a minute, she turned back to me and announced: 
"Oh, she's done well indeed...that was VERY tasty..."

"Alright then, you may swallow," I told Betty.

Betty remained in the doorway, her hands on her hips, 
and a frown on her pretty little face.

"You weren't fair!" she announced. "You went to out to 
lunch, and I couldn't find you to show you!"

The outrage on her face, given the situation, was too 
funny, and both Sherri and I broke into laughter. 
Betty seemed genuinely angry, at first, but after a 
minute she started laughing too.

"So you had a mouthful to show me during lunch?"

"Yes!" Betty stamped her foot, now in mock anger. "I 
hunted all over for you, and finally I just had to 
give up and swallow. Now you'll probably tell me it 
doesn't count!"

"Hmmmm, I don't know...who was it?"

Betty blushed. "Well, Mr. Crandall called me up to his 
office...he said he'd heard I was conducting some 
unusual 'experiments'...I didn't even get much of 
chance to explain before he was taking his cock out 
and pushing me to my knees!"

Sherri and I laughed again, and agreed it sounded just 
like Crandall, who was a V.P. and pretty full of 
himself, to act that way. Looking at Sherri, I asked 
her what she thought, and she said we should give 
Betty the credit.

"Alright, Slut...by my count, you've finished with the 
men. But I think you have two more women to service 
before the end of the day!"

Betty's pretty face opened up into a warm smile. 

"Maybe you should check your email...I only have one 
left!"

I glanced through the incoming email, and found she 
was right. There was an email from Gina, headed Re: 
Betty. A quick glance convinced me Betty was right, 
but I wanted find out how Gina had reacted to my 
sudden orders, so I closed it to read later, and 
turned back to the women.

"Hmmm. Looks like you're right, slut. Off you go, 
then!"

Betty turned to leave, but Sherri caught her arm.

"Betty, why don't you go talk to Sandra, you know, on 
the 3rd floor? I think you might find her 
interested..." Turning back to me, Sherri said: 
"Sandra's in the little group I was telling you 
about..."

Betty looked confused, but I smiled. "Alright you two, 
I've got to get this report done today. Sherri, I'll 
call you later, ok?...Slut, come back here when you're 
done!"



Much later, I pulled up Gina's email to read at more 
leisure.

From: Gina@HugeCompany.com
To: Doug@HugeCompany.com
Date: September 23, 2001
Re: Betty

I don't quite know where to begin! At first I was 
shocked - of course I'd heard rumors about her, and 
some about you too, but I couldn't believe it when she 
showed us what she had in her mouth. I thought it was 
pretty gross, but Betty explained what you were making 
her do, and I think maybe I understand.

Thank you for ordering me to help her - it was very 
enjoyable, and she does good work!

Could we talk about that - about your ordering me to 
do that with her? Soon, please?

Gina

I smiled, pleased that my conclusions about Gina 
appeared to be correct. 

To: Gina@HugeCompany.com
From: Doug@HugeCompany.com
Date: September 23, 2001
Re: Re: Betty

Gina,

I agree we need to talk - and we will do so, soon. I'm 
glad you understood my orders, and carried them out so 
well, and that you enjoyed Betty's services.

Doug

--++--

As I shut down my computer, and got ready to leave for 
the day, Betty and Sherri walked back into the office. 
Sherri was smiling broadly, and Betty was carrying a 
sheet of paper.

Stepping over close to me, Betty opened her mouth. 
There were pools of liquid there, possibly cum, but it 
was hard to tell.

"What's this?" I asked. "You were done with the men, 
but you had another woman to serve!"

Betty held out the note, closing her mouth while I 
read.

To: Doug
From: Sandra
Re: Betty

I thought you might like to know that your slut-in-
training did an excellent job, and that I sincerely 
appreciate the relief of cumming hard at the end of a 
long day.

Your test for her, however, is a little flawed...you 
see, I ejaculate when I cum...I'm what you guys like 
to call a "squirter!" So I made sure Betty drank 
deeply from my cunt, and have instructed her to bring 
the results to you.

Sandra

Betty opened her mouth again, and I laughed at my own 
failure to think about this possibility. "You may 
swallow, slut! It seems *I'm* the one who's learned a 
little lesson, too."

Sherri seized Betty by the waist, and drew her into a 
close embrace, her tongue driving deeply into Betty's 
mouth. Both women's hands roamed freely, until, 
panting, Sherri broke the kiss.

"Ohgod...I love tasting Sandra in this little slut's 
mouth! If it's ok with you, I'm going to make her cum 
hard...I can tell she's really hot!"

"Be my guest!" I said, once again inviting Sherri to 
enjoy herself. I closed the door, and dropped back 
into my office chair to watch the fun.

As I did, I made a mental note to call John, down in 
the IT department. I was sure he'd be glad to remove 
the "non-business" emails from the system, in exchange 
for a visit from Betty!

--end--

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