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Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 17
 
Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
 
Chapter Seventeen (MF, humiliation, oral, forced orgasm) 
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George was still working. He looked at his watch. It was already half 
past seven in the evening. Everyone in the accounting department had 
already left, and he was the only one left still working on his floor. 
Well, he thought he was the only one left. 
 
The accounting executive closed the last file on his table, yawned and 
stretched his arms. Hearing footsteps along the corridor, he turned 
around in his chair, craning his neck to see who it was who was still 
working overtime.
 
George could not believe it was Grace who appeared around the corner, 
and then walked right up to him. She was wearing that smart black 
double-breasted jacket, and the tight black skirt she was wearing earlier 
that morning. However, her ultra-sheer black pantyhose was gone, showing 
off her bare legs below that very short skirt. The other thing he 
noticed was that in the morning her jacket was open completely, showing the 
tight white blouse she wore underneath; in the afternoon, the last three 
buttons on the jacket was buttoned to hide her white blouse, but still 
showing a little of the top of her bosom. He stared at the young woman 
approaching him, his eyes fixed on the top button of the jacket which 
had come undone, hoping to catch a tantalizing glimpse of her 
bra-covered breasts as he would sometimes try to steal a glance if she wasn't 
watching.
 
Without saying a word, Grace knelt down in front of him. Due to her 
high heels, it was a slightly difficult maneuver. George's heart raced 
like mad, as his colleague used her hands to part his legs, moving her 
body in between his thighs. She massaged his crotch while looking up at 
his eyes, and he quickly became rock hard. 
 
"Wh-what do you want Grace?" he croaked, when he finally found his 
voice.
 
"Don't you want me ?" she replied, with a shade of pink appearing on 
her pretty face. George thought he saw her shut her eyes momentarily. Was 
that a suppression of a shudder of pleasure? George wondered if he had 
somehow drifted off at work into a dream - potentially a wet dream.
 
His princess was there in the flesh, in front of him, on her knees! 
George was hard as a rock, painfully erect under the briefs - the only 
thing in his way from showing Grace just how aroused he was.
 
Grace's fingers slowly unbuttoned her jacket, and slid it off her bare 
shoulders. George's eyes grew big, and his mouth fell open as he 
realized that the young lady was naked underneath - no blouse and no bra! 
With his eyes feasting on her perky breasts and nipples, he felt the stabs 
of excitement in his chest going down straight to his the rock-hard 
erection, building up the tension in his loins.
 
Unzipping George, Grace tugged his underwear down. George was shocked 
by her boldness. Immediately, his penis sprang up like a pole pointing 
to the ceiling, standing at attention in the naked presence of the 
lovely Grace.
 
Grace felt a tingling feeling in her pussy. No it wasn't just tingling 
now, it was squishy. She could hear Royston's voice in her head. "You 
don't want to be a slut.  But your cunt doesn't much care.  Very soon it 
would want *any* cock in it. In fact, any object in it would do as long 
as you can cum isn't it. That's why you've been walking around the 
office with a toy in your filthy cunt. Soon it would be feeling empty if it 
does not have a cock in it. Same thing - your slutty mouth. It just 
wants to taste any cum in it, so that this little bitch can orgasm. And 
lastly, like your worthless dirty cunt and cheap whore mouth, your slut 
face wants to feel it too doesn't it. You just love  the feeling of hot 
cum spurting on your face. You want to coat your face with it, decorate 
your face with whichever man's sperm you can lay your hands on." Grace 
shut her eyes, and tried to force out those thoughts from her mind, as 
she stroked George's shaft. Opening her eyes, she looked at George's 
face again - he looked like he was in absolute bliss.
 
She looked up at him, and George thought it was a deliciously obscene 
picture with his massive erection pointing straight at her dolled-up 
face. The purple-green veins on George's throbbing hard cock juxtaposed 
against her soft red lips and hot pink tongue, as she licked the length 
of the shaft. Opening her mouth wide, she took the cockhead into her 
oral cavity, sending George into heaven as he felt the warmness of Grace's 
mouth envelope his cock.  Her tongue swirled against the underside of 
his cockhead, and George thought he was going to cum right there.
 
"You're damn sexy Grace..." George muttered with pleasure, thinking about 
all the times he masturbated about her. He was fascinated by the image 
of when she withdrew from his cock by moving her head back, how his 
long cock appearing from her small mouth. He stared as the hot pink tongue 
licked his glans and the sensitive tip of his cock. She took it into 
her mouth again and continued fucking her mouth on his cock, moving her 
head back and forth. George moaned in pleasure as he saw how his 
cockmeat filled her small mouth completely when he went deeply in, almost 
cutting off her air supply. "Oh Grace.... " he groaned.
 
Grace dislodged the cock from her mouth, and grasped it gently with her 
hand. "Please cum in my mouth George," she said. George could not 
believe his ears.
 
She put his cock back into her mouth, and began to pump her hand up and 
down his shaft. " Oh fuck", he thought, "she's jerking me off in her 
mouth. The hottest chick in the office is jerking me off in her mouth.  
Grace is jacking off my cock into her mouth!"
 
George could take no more. He felt his cock explode inside her mouth - 
Grace kept the first cannon shot of cum in her mouth, but still kept up 
the frenzied pace of sucking and stroking. Grace grimaced as the hot 
ejaculate rapidly filled her mouth. She fought not to spill any, 
accidentally swallowing some in the process. The young executive moved her head 
back, and George's rock hard shaft slid out from her mouth, but she 
kept pumping it with her small hand. Another gob shot out, and spattered 
on her snow white cheek.  Seeing his cum splat on her innocent little 
face gave him another couple of surges that forced the last of his cum 
out, running over her fingers. George sank back on his chair, not 
believing what just happened.
 
**
Grace returned to Royston's office. She knelt down, and then went on 
all fours, while opening her mouth to display the semen in it. Royston 
went behind her, lifting up her short skirt. With one hand he pulled 
aside the panel of her wet panties, and with the other, he extracted a 
buzzing vibrator, slick with her juices. 
 
"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.
 
"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir.." she struggled 
to say, trying to keep George's runny semen in her mouth. Keeping her 
chin up while speaking in the doggie position was hard, but she had to 
do so to prevent the cum from dribbling out of her lips.
 
"And?"
 
"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," 
she continued, her eyes downcast in shame. 
 
Royston had been giving Grace the vibrator treatment for many days now. 
Sometimes he would keep it on low vibration for a prolonged period as 
she worked in the office, enduring the unwanted stimulation which left 
her insides all slushy and wet. Other times, he would surprise her by 
suddenly turning it from nothing to high speed using the remote control, 
which would cause her to jump out of her seat, stumble and hang onto 
furniture for support, or fumble and drop whatever she was carrying. Yet 
other times, he used a mixture of the two, keeping it on low for half 
an hour to warm her up, then interspersing the rest of the hour with 
short spurts of high intensity vibrations pounding her pussy and on her 
aroused clit. 
 
After many hours of continued stimulation, Grace would be on the verge 
of cumming. Many days, she was tempted to let go, and let herself 
climax. Her aroused body wanted to cum itself silly, much against what her 
rational mind wanted - her young aroused genitals yearned for the 
release, and she found herself subconsciously looking forward to the 
mind-numbing orgasm that would release her from all the tension of trying not 
to cum. If there was something Royston allowed her to do, it was that 
she was allowed to have the vibrator taken out after she has orgasmed. 
 
Grace initially resisted this of course, trying her best to resist the 
forced stimulations and refusing to ask for permission from Royston to 
orgasm. One day, after many hours of low arousal and repeated, 
high-intensity spurts of vibrations, she found herself hovering on the edge of 
orgasm. When Royston pushed the vibrator speed to the max, she did cum, 
hard. Only thing it was without permission, and for that, she was 
punished. If there was something that got him angry, it was when she came 
without asking permission. After a few days, Grace learned her lesson - 
when she finds herself at a point where she can't stand it anymore, she 
would bit her lip and ask him for permission to cum. She couldn't care 
how humiliating that was anymore, for it was pure agony to retain her 
composure in her office with the vibrator screaming in her pussy.
 
Grace on the first few occasions, asked for permission over the phone. 
Then Royston varied the procedure, and she had to ask for permission in 
person at his office, much to her dismay and great humiliation that he 
could observe her orgasm. Grace thought her humiliation was complete, 
when in the aroused state that her body was in, she could not help 
fingering herself to orgasm in front of Royston.
 
Then, Royston imposed a new rule - that she could only ask for 
permission to orgasm when she had semen in her mouth. He told her that a good 
slut must learn to please men, before she would earn the right to enjoy 
an orgasm. Being able to orgasm was not hers to control anymore, but a 
privilege granted to her. And a good yardstick of whether she had 
pleased a man was when the slut had cum in her mouth or in her tummy or all 
over her face. The day before yesterday, when Grace came to his office 
to give him a blowjob, so that she could have his cum in her mouth to 
earn the right to ask for permission to climax, Royston obliged her. It 
humiliated her greatly, but she wanted to cum - she *had to* cum, so 
that she wouldn't need to endure the vibrator for the rest of the working 
day.
 
And yesterday when she asked for permission again, Royston did not 
simply oblige her with her request to suck his cock. He made her call her 
boyfriend, and had her suck him while her boyfriend was on the phone 
line, before cumming all over her face. Just when she thought it could not 
get any worse, the humiliation escalated today. Grace begged for 
Royston to let her suck his cock today, and he refused! To beg for someone to 
give you his cum in your mouth and be rejected was utterly degrading, 
and it made Grace feel like a low-class whore. Royston told her that she 
had to hunt around for a new supply of semen to go into her mouth, so 
that she could cum. That's where George came into the picture.
 
"Well, you certainly do look like you have man-cum in your mouth right 
now Grace. Out of curiosity, whose is it?"
 
"It's George's, Sir," replied Grace, tilting her chin forward as she 
spoke to avoid spilling the precious cum from her mouth.
 
Royston smiled broadly with a couple of nods. 
 
"I see... very well Grace. Alright, let me examine your cunt then. Let's 
see if it deserves to cum. hmm.... wait a minute, it seems like you have 
already cummed without asking for permission ! "
 
Grace felt tears brimming in her eyes. Her panties were completely 
soaked, and after a whole week of examining her, Royston was able to tell. 
She had climaxed when she felt the first taste of George's warm cum 
splashing the insides of her mouth. She was not being able to stop herself 
from going over the edge as her mind anticipated the orgasm that she 
would be granted permission to have by Royston. She had already orgasmed 
when she felt her slut mouth being filled with man-cum, semen which she 
had asked for, semen which she seduced a man for. 
 
"Yes - Yes I did, sir... I'm sorry!" she cried, admitting that she had 
climaxed without permission. Her tears ran down her face, and some of 
George's white seed spilled out from the corner of her lips. 
 
If George had paid attention earlier, he would have noticed that just 
after he had came in Grace's mouth and she was pumping his spasming cock 
with her hand, Grace's lower body was quivering from strong vaginal 
contractions. 
 
When Grace tasted the hot cum shooting in her mouth, her hole clamped 
tightly shut and opened multiple times in involuntary response, 
squeezing the pulsating vibrator that was buried deep in it. Unable to restrain 
her body's primitive urges, the anticipation of the blissful release of 
an orgasm itself was sufficient to propel her past the point of no 
return.
  
"There there now, its ok," Royston said, stroking her head. Royston 
wiped the tears off Grace's face, contemplating Grace's punishment for 
cumming without permission. 
 
Grace was sitting on the floor, her legs sprawled open, her head 
against Royston's thigh, her chest heaving from the sobs that escaped her, 
her mouth trying to keep George's sperm load in. She wondered about her 
new life, her life as a slut, and what would become of her now. After 
all she had sucked on the cock of a male colleague in the office, and 
begged him to cum in her mouth, only to earn the right to ask permission 
to cum from another male colleague. She was a complete office slut now, 
wasn't she. How much lower could she sink? 
 
Royston said, "Well then, you may swallow the cum then. Clean up all 
the drops you spilled." 
 
Grace swallowed the remnants of George's cum load down, and used her 
fingers to scoop up the drops that had dribbled down her chin and onto 
her chest.  Grace felt the pang of humiliation as she licked the cum off 
her fingers, but amazingly, the pang felt duller than before. It was 
almost as if she was used to feeling degraded and treated like trash, 
like a *slut*.
 
"Good, open your mouth and show me," Royston said.
 
Grace obeyed, and opened her mouth wide - showing him that she had 
swallowed all of George's semen down, like the sperm-hungry slut that she 
was.
 
"How many beads do you have on your anklet now, my dear grace slut?"
 
Grace had a sensation like she was falling into a bottomless pit. Her 
fears and frustration started to well-up again inside of her, as she 
fought to stay in control. 
 
"Six Sir," she replied, her lips trembling. Six beads meant that she 
had been used by six men so far.
 
"Since you've already given George a handjob before, I won't give you 
another bead really or we'll be double-counting, won't we?" said 
Royston.
 
"Yes Sir, " Grace replied.
 
"So did George or anyone ask you the significance of the beads?" said 
Royston.
 
"No Sir," she replied, her heart pounding.
 
"Well, if anyone does, you know what to say?" Royston asked, his eyes 
stern.
 
"Please Sir..." she pleaded. Surely he can't expect her ...
 
"You are to tell the truth. Say that each bead is to teach you a 
lesson. Each bead represents a man whom you sucked, masturbated or was fucked 
by," said Royston.
 
Grace was dumbfounded.
 
"Do I make myself clear?"
 
"Y..yes."
 
"You will be checked on."
 
He looked at her.
 
"Do you understand?"
 
"Y..yes," she replied. 
 
"If you fail to follow instructions, you will find yourself having a 
chance to earn two beads simultaneously," said Royston.
 
Tears came into her eyes - she could not dare to imagine the depravity 
Royston and Nakamori would have in store for her next. She remembered 
Nakamori's words in the photo studio more than two weeks back - "In the 
next six months, your body will be mine to offer to anyone to use, at 
my pleasure. Your body will be used in any manner that they choose for 
one thousand per night. If for some reason after six months you are 
unable to pay me back the hundred grand you owe, you will be auctioned off 
to the highest bidder." 
 
"Well say it now," said Royston, "what do the six beads on your anklet 
mean?"
 
"Each.. bead is to teach me a lesson," Grace said slowly, as if the act 
of saying it caused her physical pain. "Each bead.. represents.. a man 
that...." She choked on a sob.
 
"..that I have sucked or masturbated..." Grace paused to breathe in.
 
"..or that I have.. fucked," she said, saying out the last word with 
difficulty.
 
"Sluts don't fuck anyone." Royston corrected her, shaking his head, 
"Sluts get fucked. Remember now, you're Nakamori's slut. He owns you. He 
decides who fucks you." 
 
Grace clenched her eyes shut in shame. Grace wondered, with the taste 
of George's cum still in her mouth, the beads on her anklet, and 
Nakamori's words, if all of that had summarized her new position in life - a 
prostitute and a slut, to be used by men. She asked herself - which was 
lower, a slut or a whore? Perhaps being a prostitute would be simpler 
for her mind to accept than being Nakamori's slut. She would be selling 
her body to pay back her debt. If she didn't, they would sell her off 
to become a slave somewhere. Would she be able to live her new life as a 
prostitute? Grace felt the sobs welling up again as she contemplated 
her bleak future.
 
"Tell me again, slut, why six beads?"
 
"Each bead represents a man that I .. sucked or masturbated.." she 
forced herself to say again, looking at Royston, "..or that I got fucked 
by..." Grace finished the derogatory self-confession, and realized with a 
hot flush behind her ears that she had somehow said it more perversely 
than how Royston said it.
 
"That's better," Royston said, a grin spreading on his face. "If I 
don't see you working hard to please our client tonight, I know that is one 
confession that Mr Sorag and his business associates would definitely 
like to hear."
 
"Yes Sir," Grace replied anxiously.
 
While Royston had much more ideas for training Grace and breaking her 
in, he took real delight knowing that she would be extra humiliated to 
find out that one of her key uses to him was to help win business deals 
- using her body. It was Nakamori's payment in kind to him for helping 
to train Grace.
 
He smiled to himself as he played with Grace's hair, gazing down at the 
pretty young executive seated meekly at his feet. His cock stirred in 
his pants. It may not be tonight, but it would only be a matter of time, 
he thought to himself. How many times over the next few months will 
Grace be fucked by Mr Sorag and all his other clients?
 
THE END



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