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Subject: {ASSM} Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 5 (Repost with edits by permission)
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Grace's Hard Lessons =================== By Dark Avenger (Send comments to
darkavenger at tokyo.com)

   The story so far: After being blackmailed into giving her male colleague
and the janitor blowjobs, a young female office executive finds herself
falling deeper into depravity to avoid going to jail for embezzlement.  A
compromising photography shoot that had her in suggestive poses in a tiny
bikini, graduated into pictures of her being collared, leashed and led
around like a dog, and being forced to masturbate herself.  The humiliation
only escalates in the office...

   Chapter Five (MF, public humiliation, forced orgasm, toy)
---------------------------------------------------------

   Grace was back in the office the next morning.  Sitting at her desk in a
white micro-skirt that barely covered her bum, she squeezed her legs
together, eliciting a delicious sensation that pulsed through her pussy. 
Of course the fact that there was a three-inch long cigar shaped vibrator
that was lodged in her pussy made it difficult for Grace to help herself.

   This morning in her hotel room, she had found the office clothes that
she was to wear today laid out for her - a low-cut deep-V blouse, and a
white skirt so short she could have sworn that it was half the length of
the skirt she wore in high school.  In her younger days, she was taken to
task once by the school principal who chastised her for wearing a skirt
that only came to mid-thigh, showing off her athletic legs to lots of
admiring boys in school.

   To go with the attire, there was also a pair of black pumps with four
inch stiletto heels.  The instructions, probably from Royston, told her to
wear the blouse but leave the top three buttons undone.  As Grace checked
herself out in the mirror, she realized that with three buttons undone, the
center of her bra could be seen.  Whoever was standing next to her would
also get a good eyeful of her bra-encased breasts.  There was also the
g-string which meant there wouldn't be any panty lines visible under the
tight material of the short white skirt.  Finally, there was that vibrator
which she was told to put in her handbag and bring to work.

   Holding up the cigar shaped vibrator, she stared at the smooth metallic
silvery surface.  Grace felt a little disgusted but was also curious at the
same time.  She had never used a vibrator or dildo before.  And now, she
was told to bring this object in her bag - what evil plans did Royston
have? Nevertheless, she did as she was instructed.  Leaving the hotel
dressed with the shortest skirt and four inch heels, carrying a sex-toy in
her bag, she got some stares in the hotel lobby downstairs as she tried to
catch a cab.  She felt like they were staring at her as if she was a whore.
Even in the cab, she could feel the taxi-driver glancing at her bare legs
frequently through his rear view mirror, trying to look up her short skirt.

   At last, she reached the office building.  Due to increased security
measures implemented recently, everyone who worked in the building was
required to go through a metal detector and have their bags searched.  To
her surprise today it was a different security guard from the usual one who
greeted her every morning.  She felt especially self- conscious of the
amount of bare leg she was showing today in the busy building lobby, as
everyone was rushing to report to work.  She tried to pull her skirt down,
but did not really succeed.  As she stepped through, the security guard
checked her handbag.

   "Is this yours ma'am?" the new security guard was holding up the
three-inch metallic vibrator.

   Grace could feel many eyes on her from the busy crowd of office workers
waiting to get through the detector.  Red-faced, she said, "Yes...  "

   "We're not allowed to let anyone into the office carrying any sharp
objects or unidentified objects which may be dangerous ma'am," he said in a
serious tone.  Grace thought that he might have grinned for a split second
as he turned to catch the attention of another security guard, but was not
sure.

   Grace stepped unsteadily closer to him, not sure as to what to say.

   "What is this ma'am?" the security guard looked at her, the vibrator in
his hand.

   Grace could feel the heat rushing to her face now, as she stuttered a
response, "I...  That..  that's something my friend gave me..  no I mean
I'm not sure, it was a gift I just got."

   The other security guard came over, and as his eyes took in the
three-inch metallic object, he started grinning widely.  Then he looked at
the pretty young office executive in her very short skirt and four inch
heels...  geez, does she work in this building really, he though to
himself.

   "Well, can you turn it on for us ma'am?" the second security guard said,
straight faced, as he appeared to check her security pass.  Grace was this
stunning chick's name.  He wondered : did this office executive just buy a
strange looking MP3 player or is she bringing her personal vibrator to
work?

   Grace fumbled as she took the vibrator back, "Umm..  sure.." She looked
for the switch.  Finding it, she flipped it on.  The vibrator buzzed to
life.  Both of the security guards were grinning now.  Grace felt
humiliated as she knew that everyone else going through the security
checkpoint was watching her turning on the vibrator for the security
guards.

   "Hmm...  it's for personal use then ma'am?"

   Grace felt like she could die.  If she said no, she was afraid that the
guards would confiscate it and she would get in trouble with Royston.

   "Yes..." she said with a pleading look on her face, anxious to get out
of this humiliating situation.  She wondered what was going through their
minds as she admitted to being the owner and user of the vibrator, and
bringing it to work.

   "Okay then, you may keep it and step through ma'am" the security guard
said, returning the handbag to her.

   Grace quickly walked to the lift, wishing the earth would swallow her
up.

   -

   She was seated at her desk, looking at the pictures in the file that
Royston just gave her.  They were the pictures of her taken the day before
at Joe's studio.  She was posing sexily, while being scantily clad in the
tiniest bikini imaginable.  Then there were those of her on all fours on
the sofa and floor, with a leash connected to a collar around the neck. 
Then there were pictures of her topless with her wrists being tied to a
rope suspended from the ceiling.  Grace realized that these pictures could
destroy her career and life.  Royston had her completely under his control
now.

   As if to emphasize the fact that she was under his control, the vibrator
in Grace's pussy suddenly buzzed to life, making the poor girl gasp out
involuntarily.  "NNngggghhh...."

   Royston had made her insert the vibrator in her pussy under her
underwear.  He showed her the remote control, and informed her that he
would turn it on for five minutes every hour.  Exactly when in the hour
would be up to his whim and fancy, and she would not be given any warning.

   The vibrator whirred maddeningly inside of her, stimulating her healthy
young pussy to secrete lubrications.  Grace squirmed in her seat as other
people in the office walked past her cubicle.  She knew that her seat
cushion was getting wet from her slick juices leaking from between her
legs. Royston did not give her permission to leave her seat.

   As Grace looked at the compromising pictures of her, she recalled the
later events of the previous evening:

   Royston's client, Nakamori was playing the video of her sucking off
Royston in his office, and then sucking off the janitor in the men's
restroom, even as she was forced to masturbate herself in front of him. 
She had felt the room spinning around her as the tightness in her pussy
grew.  In her daze, she imagined that Nakamori's photographer Joe was
licking her pussy.  Or was it the beautiful receptionist Natasha kneeling
between her legs, slurping at her engorged little clit?

   As the buzzing in her pussy intensified from the vibrator, Grace just
recalled that during the previous evening she had been obscenely displayed
on the sofa, lying on her back, legs open wide and her fingers rubbing her
wet slit shamelessly.  One or more people were also licking her aroused
little slut cunt.

   In her mind's eye, Grace saw herself lying on the sofa, looking down and
seeing Natasha licking and gently nibbling her wildly stimulated clit.  She
heard Nakamori's voice say, "Look at the little bitch wanting to cum.."
That gave her the last jolt of pleasure through her body that would send
her over the edge.  Reliving the orgasm from the day before, Grace felt the
climax hit her, and hit her hard.  Only this time, the intense vibrations
in her already soaking wet pussy launched her to outer space, as she came
again and again.  A wave of blissful sexual release surged through Grace's
body from head to toe as the orgasm took hold of every muscle in convulsive
pleasure.

   Her spent body slumped on her desk, Grace slowly opened her eyes.  She
was shocked to find one of her guys from the accounts department standing
in front of her cubicle, his mouth open.  Did he just witness her orgasm?
As the guy walked away, Grace realized that her hands were both underneath
the desk, between her soaked legs.

   As George walked away, he adjusted his pants - his erection was becoming
unbearably hard and ready to burst through his underwear.  Did he just
witness Grace the sexiest girl in the office just cum in her cubicle??

   In the meantime, Grace was still trying to convince herself she was not
caught cumming at her desk by her co-worker.  Quickly closing the file with
her pictures, she kept it in her desk drawer.  As she got up, she flipped
over the cushion on her chair to hide the wet spot, and went to the ladies
room to clean-up.  Her skirt was white, and now it had a big wet spot on
the back which she had made when she came.  Grace took off her skirt in the
ladies room and tried to dry it with the hand dryer.  

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