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Subject: {ASSM} "Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 16 (MF, humiliation, submission, toy, oral, facial)" 
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Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 03:10:01 -0500
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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 16
 
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
 
The story so far: 
 
Grace, an attractive young career woman, learns a hard lesson that 
stealing from her company does not pay. When her secret was discovered by 
co-worker Royston, she thought that she could keep him quiet by agreeing 
to model skimpy swimwear for a Japanese client of his. Grace realizes 
Royston's real punishment for her was her humiliation at the hands of Mr 
Nakamori, where she was forced to crawl around on all fours, and her 
forced masturbation in front of them. 
 
With her acting like a dog captured on video, Royston blackmails Grace 
further in the office. She is made to deliver a corporate presentation 
with a vibrator buzzing in her pussy, where she almost orgasms. When 
her supervisor is let in on her secret by Royston, Grace is raped by him. 
Grace soon learns the awful truth that Nakamori now owns her body and 
would be training her as a slut to pay off her debt.
 
Royston subjects Grace to greater humiliation, making her take the bus 
in skimpy clothes, where she gets molested by a stranger, and bringing 
her to the shopping mall where more revealing photos of her are taken 
in public. Back in the hotel where she is staying, Grace has to answer 
the door in a see-through nightgown, and to her everlasting shame, 
having to model a selection of underwear every morning for the bellboy to 
choose for her to wear to the office. 
 
Grace's submission training in the office continues, with Royston 
freely accessing her tits at work, forcing her to flirt with clients, and 
making her learn to ask for permission to pee. As Grace learns to ask for 
permission to orgasm, her body begins to react unwillingly with arousal 
at her helpless humiliation. 
 
Chapter Sixteen (MF, humiliation, submission, toy, oral, facial) 
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Grace sat there on the toilet seat, in the men's executive washroom. 
The pressure on her bladder seems to have increased now, after her 
conversation with Royston on her cellular phone - she needed to make a 
decision soon.
 
To her fright, the vibrator started pulsing in her pussy, and she let 
go a surprised yelp, before quickly covering her mouth. Royston had 
turned it on remotely from his office! Holding her urine in her bladder 
with the vibrator buzzing like a swarm of angry bees in her pussy proved 
to be most difficult. Grace felt that she could not hold it in much 
longer.
 
She called Royston back on her phone. Either way, it would be a 
blowjob. She would rather do it with someone who knew her secret, rather than 
someone new. The phone rang for six long rings, before it picked up. 
"Sir, this is Grace."
 
Grace endured the buzzing in her crotch, and she tried to cover it with 
her hand, fearful that someone who might enter the washroom might hear 
it.
 
"So what is your decision Grace? Are you going to meet Mr Sorag on your 
own with the vibrator in your pussy? Or would you prefer to go along 
with me?"
 
"I would like to go with you Sir. Can I please have your permission to 
pee now please?"
 
"That's a good girl," Royston replied, "alright, you may pee..."
 
With much urgency, Grace pulled out the live vibrator from her pussy, 
and released her bladder. The relief of tension felt incredible. She 
pushed the embarrassing thought to the back of her mind that Royston was 
listening to the sound of her peeing. 
 
As her urine trickled to a stop, Grace said, "Thank you Sir," into the 
phone. Royston's voice came back loudly, "Don't forget what you need to 
do now," he said.
 
Grace replied, "Yes, I remember," and hung up the phone. She looked at 
her clingy juices on the shaft of the vibrator in her other hand, 
before inserting it back slowly into her pussy.
 
Pulling up her panties, she continued sitting on the toilet seat. She 
recalled how her self-worth had taken another plunge at Royston's hands 
yesterday, literally. 
 
The previous evening, it was also about 7p.m. when she was sitting down 
on the couch in Royston's office. Grace's flashback was so vivid, it 
seemed like she had went back in time..
 
**
 
"Alright, let's take a look at you Grace," Royston had told her.
 
Grace felt indignation, but nevertheless shifted her bum lower on the 
couch, hiked up her skirt, and lifted up her legs in the air. She was 
wearing the very high heels on her feet, so she really looked sluttish 
with her legs in the air, with her thighs spread wide, hugging her knees 
to her chest. This was Position Four, one of the numbered display 
postures that Royston had trained her to get into. To his satisfaction, 
Royston could hear the humming of the egg vibrator secured against the 
crotch panel of her purple bikini-cut panties, the small sex-toy straining 
to jump out of the silk underwear. The bellboy had chosen that purple 
panties for her to wear that morning.
 
"Sir, could I have your permission to cum please?" said Grace, with a 
beaten tone.
 
"Well, let us see..." said Royston as he sat down on the coffee table in 
front of the couch, directly facing Grace and her open legs. He reached 
out for the panties and pulled aside the panel covering Grace's pussy, 
revealing the glory of her cunt lips and fuzzy pubic hair. The end of 
the vibrator was visible, throbbing and glistening wet, trying to escape 
from Grace's tight pussy. In one swift motion, his warm hand cupped 
Grace's pussy, his palm massaging her lips. Feeling the touch of his hand 
on her sensitive bits, Grace involuntarily contracted her vaginal 
walls, and the vibrator popped out into Royston's hand, still buzzing 
fervently. 
 
"Call your boyfriend on your cellular," said Royston. 
 
Grace shook her head, as she tried to process that instruction in her 
head. "W..why?" cried Grace.
 
"DO IT. If you don't do it on your own phone, I'm going to call him 
from mine. And I'm sure he will like to hear from me why his girlfriend is 
sitting on the couch in my office with her legs wide open, a vibrator 
in her pussy, begging for permission to cum."
 
Tears came to her eyes. She knew she had no choice. Grace picked up her 
phone, and reluctantly placed the call to her boyfriend's phone. It 
rang for several rings, and for a moment, Grace thought her boyfriend was 
not going to pick up. She felt a strange feeling wash over her. Was she 
relieved? Or disappointed? Was it possible to simultaneously feel both? 
And then it picked up.
 
"Hello?" said the voice over the phone. It was her boyfriend.
 
"Hi..." said Grace, "it's me..." She felt a sense that she was betraying 
her boyfriend as she realized she was sitting there with her legs spread 
open, giving Royston access to her genitals like a shameless whore.
 
"Hi honey ! So good to hear from you!" her boyfriend said.
 
For the next few minutes, as Grace talked to her boyfriend over the 
phone, catching up with each other as lovers do on how their week went, 
Royston was applying the vibrating toy to Grace's clitoris. For poor 
Grace, focusing on the conversation was hell. She almost lost control 
several times - the distraction was bad enough with the spikes of pleasure 
assaulting her juicing pussy, but having to try to talk normally was 
even harder.
 
As her boyfriend droned on and on about how his week went, Grace felt 
like she was on the verge of cumming as Royston continued to manipulate 
her sensitive pleasure button, coaxing it, teasing the little pink knob 
relentlessly. Grace took a sharp intake of breath as Royston inserted 
two fingers of one hand knuckle-deep into her shameless, juicing cunt, 
while the other hand pressed the egg vibrator against the roof of the 
entrance to her hot tunnel, right next to her little throbbing clit. It 
took Grace the tremendous exertion of willpower to avoid making any 
noises while her boyfriend continued talking. Royston watched on with 
amusement, grinning at the girl's humiliation.
 
"Put him on hold.." mouthed Royston silently.
 
"Hold on honey... I've got an incoming call. It might be important. Could 
you hold please?" Grace said to her boyfriend.
 
"Alright.. don't be too long dear," said her boyfriend. 
 
Without waiting for Grace to put the line on hold, Royston plunged the 
vibrator full-hilt into her well-lubricated pussy, causing her to 
almost squeal out. Grace pressed the button on her phone and put her 
boyfriend on hold. She looked at Royston, who had just stood up.
 
"On your knees slut," said Royston.
 
Grace got off the couch onto the floor, just as Royston unzipped his 
pants.
 
His cock was semi-hard when his underwear came down. Grace knew what 
was required as the cock twitched slightly, pointing straight at her 
face. Taking Royston into her mouth, Grace felt insufferable shame, having 
her boyfriend placed on-hold while she sucked another man's cock. The 
cellular phone was on the couch just behind her as she gave Royston a 
blowjob. 
 
Grace stiffened as Royston turned up the intensity of the vibrator with 
his remote control, but she continued sucking with her mouth locked 
onto his hard cock. Royston looked down with satisfaction as Grace sucked 
his cock hard.
 
Before long, he felt the tension building up in his loins. Pulling his 
shaft out of Grace's hot mouth, he told her, "Keep your mouth open! I'm 
almost there....." He was pumping his hard cock furiously with his fist 
as the ejaculation arrived. 
 
"Ohhhhh...... Ohhhhhhh........UHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG," Royston moaned as he 
came. He aimed partly into Grace's open mouth, spraying the first of his 
hot seed onto her tongue, but also stayed intentionally far enough to 
miss, spurting streams of white sticky jism one after another onto Grace's 
face and hair. After his cock had its final jerk, Royston wiped the tip 
of his cock on Grace's lips.
 
He told her, "Good... now put him back on the phone and kiss him goodbye. 
Then you will be allowed to cum."
 
The vibrator stopped humming in her pussy, and Grace immediately felt 
her juices running down her inner thighs. She remained in her kneeling 
position.
 
With the indignity of Royston's cum plastered on her face, and globs of 
it swirling in her mouth, Grace felt utterly debased as she picked up 
the phone from the couch, and resumed the phone call. "Dear, are you 
still there, " she said, her voice on the verge of breaking as she felt 
the emotion starting to well up from within her. She could smell and 
taste Royston's cum in her mouth. And she could only imagine what she 
looked like to Royston with all his cum plastered on her face.
 
"Yes I'm still here honey. Do you have to go?" her boyfriend said. 
 
"Yes dear, I need to go..." she said, trying to hide her stricken voice. 
 
"You mean you need to come," remarked Royston in the background with 
amusement. She could feel the vibrator starting to hum again in her pussy 
as it returned to life under Royston's control. 
 
"Alright, bye then," her boyfriend said to her over the phone, "I love 
you." She could feel the vibrator setting her pussy on heat with 
renewed fury.
 
"Love you too..." she replied as she felt her pussy starting to twitch, 
in tiny spasms that signaled the impending earthquake. Grace's lower 
body had shifted by now from a kneeling position into a sideways sprawling 
position on the floor.
 
The line went dead. Clutching the phone in her hand, Grace felt tears 
running down her cheek, as her body stiffened in the approach of the 
climax that she would soon experience, against her will. "Cum hard now, 
you dirty little slut, " commanded Royston. 
 
The tears on her face mixed with Royston's fresh semen, Grace felt his 
caustic words send a lightning bolt up her spine. Then her already 
dripping cunt erupted into a series of intense rhythmic contractions. Her 
upper body which was resting on the seat of the couch, jerked violently 
in timing with each crest of her forced orgasm. The spasms of pleasure 
reverberated all the way to her toes. Grace still remembered the 
shameful feeling now of  Royston's semen dribbling down the side of her face. 
 
**
Grace's mind returned to the present, contemplating what she had to do 
next. Shaking, she unlocked her cubicle door. Before she left the 
executive washroom, she removed her sheer pantyhose, just in time before the 
vibrator started rumbling in her wet pussy again - Royston was not a 
patient man.


		
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