Double Life---Part 4
by Headhunter


This is a continuation of a story about an innocent housewife and 
mother who is tricked into being sexually humiliated by a perverse 
and manipulative boss. When we left our heroine (?) she was being 
blackmailed into performing in sexy underwear for the Security Chief 
and her boss, Mr. Jones. They had gotten Mrs. Jennifer Frost, Jen for 
short, to masturbate for them while they photographed her "act". The 
only problem is Jennifer is strangely excited by the humiliation, 
even though it goes against all of her moral and family values.


Part 4

The Chief and Mr. Jones watched intently as Jen thrust two and then 
three fingers between her red and engourged pussy lips. The fabric of 
her split crotch panties was wet and gaping open. Their view was 
unobstructed since Jennifer had shaved off all of her pubic hair. The 
video camera on the Security Chief's sholder whirred and the record 
light blinked red. "Another short film starring his favorite 
employee", thought the Chief, as he used his free hand to shift his 
tented pants for comfort. The Chief looked over at Mr. Jones, "What a 
pervert", he thought, "but he was a smart pervert. He got this sexy 
slut mother doing things she never thought she would do."

Mr. Jones continued to stroke his cock and snapped a few still 
photo's with an instant camera the Chief had brought with him. Jen 
was leaning back against Mr. Jone's desk. Legs spread obscenely, Her 
pink hard nipples pointing at the ceiling through the open tipped 
bra. Both of her hands worked at her crotch. One hand held her pussy 
open while the other pistoned in and out, making a squishing sound. 
Jennifer's head was thrown back eyes tightly closed, as the cameras 
caught this moment of abandonment for posterity.

After Jones spurted his seed, he picked up Jennifer's shirt and 
casually wiped the sticky cum from his fingers and shrinking cock on 
her clothes. Jennifer, oblivious to it all, was reaching an intense 
orgasm, while the Chief chanted, "Go slut, go! Go slut, go!" And the 
camera kept running.

After her orgasm subsided Jennifer came out of her trance and 
blushing red, picked up her clothes and began putting them on. She 
noticed the wet stringy cum stains on the front of her shirt. "Am I 
still fired? Are you going to destroy me?" she pleaded. "I'll have to 
think about it. I'm not sure. You really do understand that you must 
obey my every whim, Jen", replied Mr. Jones. "I'll tell you what, I 
haven't eaten yet, show the Chief how you make my lunch enjoyable 
while I think about what to do with you."

Deeply humiliated and ashamed, Jennifer dropped her clothes and 
scrambled back onto Mr. Jones' desk. She didn't even think twice 
about raising and spreading her legs into the widely separated 
drawers. Once in position she placed the lunch plate between her legs 
and looked expectantly at her boss. With an evil grin at the Chief, 
Jones sat at his desk and began eating his lunch. After a few bites 
he couldn't resist the wet pussy in front of him. The split crotch 
panties still gaped open exposing red lips and the smooth valley of 
glistening shadow that lay between them. He grined up at Jen, "you 
look good enough to eat, Mrs. Frost." Jones took the spoon and slowly 
ran the rounded tip from the bottom of Jen's quim to the top. 
Inserting it only milimeters and gently spliting her moist vulva. At 
the top of her slit he noticed that several pearly drops of cunt 
juice had collected in the spoon. With great flourish he moved the 
spoon to his mouth, and while rolling his eyes in delight and mugging 
for the camera, Jones said, "nectar of the God's, cunt juice for my 
very own slut, Mrs. Jennifer Frost, wife, mother, book-keeper and 
personal display cunt and tits to Mr. Frank Jones!"

Despite the unbelieveable humiliation, Jennifer could feel her slit 
rapidy replace the moisture that Jones had just scooped away. "Let me 
taste some of that", demanded the chief, finally dropping the camera. 
He pulled himself up next to Jones picked up another spoon and 
roughly jammed it between Jen's labia. Both men began to laugh and 
joke. The spoons began to dip one after another into Jen's pussy to 
be licked clean by the men. Each spoon moving deeper into her vagina. 
Quickly all pretense of eating was dropped and the two men took turns 
masterbating Jennifer with the eating utensils.

After another orgasm from Jen the men stood up and whispered quietly 
to themselves. Jennifer was left to recover on the desk top. Half of 
the handle of one spoon was protruding from her cunt, the other 
couldn't be seen. The Chief's spoon was inserted completely its 
handle hidden by Jen's now loose and floppy pussy lips.

With Jennifer in this very vunerable position, Jones spoke to her, 
"Well OK, I won't fire you for now. But take the afternoon off. I 
want you to go back to the beuaty parlor. Get a professional bikini 
wax. I can still see and feel some stubble on your box. Also get some 
nice long red fingernails. I really want to be able to see you 
fingers on your pussy when you put on your show for me ---and my 
friends." After she dressed and was leaving the office, Jones called 
out, "Oh! by the way Jennifer don't bother with any underwear in the 
office from now on. See you Monday!" Jennifer rushed from the office 
trying to hide the cum stains on her shirt from her co-workers. It 
really didn't matter most of them knew by now that something was up 
with Jones and Jennifer. They just didn't know what.

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Jennifer pulled her car onto the street where Mr. Jones lived. She 
was surprised to see a large number of cars parked on the street, 
somebody must be having a party she thought. I hope nobody sees me 
here, but maybe that can be my excuse. If I am seen by someone, 
everyone will just think I'm at the party. She saw an opening between 
two cars and carefully parked the large family station wagon. Her 
stomach was still doing flip-flops. What perverse show would Jones 
have her put on for him tonight. Then, with horror, she realized that 
all of these cars were parked in front of Jones's house...

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That afternoon Jennifer went back to the beauty salon and had a full 
hot bikini wax on her lower belly, groin and upper thighs. It hurt 
terribly as the wax was pulled away from her skin riping out the 
offending hair. To add to her embarrassment, when she was having the 
long false nails glued to her fingers she could hear the women in the 
shop snickering behind her back about the blond whore. She was late 
picking up her kids again, which made her feel even more shame.

She hadn't painted the nails red like Frank Jones wanted, she would 
do that Monday morning. So she was able to hide her hands from her 
family. But it was difficult for her to do household chores and fix 
dinner. Over the weekend Jennifer remained distant to her family. Her 
husband rolled on top of her Saturday night, but the sex was 
uninspired and Jennifer faked an orgasm when her husband shot his 
load into her less than responsive belly. Bill began to think that 
something was seriously wrong with his wife, but she always seemed to 
have a resonable excuse for her changed behavior. It wasn't until 
Sunday morning, when Jennifer had a hard time turning the pages in 
the church hymnal, that Bill noticed the one inch fingernails.

On Monday morning Jennifer got her family off. She painted her nails 
with a bright red polish that she had found at the drug store. It was 
something that a wild teenager or a hooker might wear, certainly not 
a middle-aged housewife. Under a conservative dress, Jennifer was 
delightfully nude, not even stockings. She just didn't know exactly 
what Jones expected. So her entire wardrobe consisted of the dress 
and a pair of flat shoes. She would grant him the "no underwear" 
demand, but Jennifer couldn't bring herself to wear a short skirt and 
high heels with no underwear. She had to have some decency after all.

Mr. Jones was busy in the morning and it wasn't until after lunch 
that Jennifer was called to his office. She had been very carefull 
all day when walking and moving about. She didn't want her co-workers 
to notice her lack of foundation garments. She shut the door behind 
her. Jones looking up from his desk said in a matter-of-fact voice, 
"Nice fingernails, drop the dress and finger-fuck yourself you slut." 
Jennifer was frozen by his simple tone. She was just a piece of meat 
to him. She looked around confused over where to go in the office. 
Jones noticed her uncertainty, "come lay on the floor next to my 
desk, so I can get a good view while I work on this contract for the 
Japanese Company."

Like a zombie Jennifer moved beside the desk. She unzipped her dress 
and let it fall to the floor. Jones, for the first time since 
beginning to subjugate Mrs. Frost, had a complete view of her 
nakedness. His mouth hung open as he drank in the creamy whiteness of 
her unblemished skin. The mound that pouted between her thighs was 
smooth ans looked almost like it was chisled in pure marble. As 
gracefully as she could, Jennifer lowered herself to the floor. 
"Don't be shy, spread those legs and diddle yourself. I want you 
naked on my floor howling at the ceiling. The perfect position for a 
cunt like you. Thats all you are good for, putting on a sex show."

Jennifer realized that his discription was right. God how had she 
come to this. Naked on her back on the floor of all places, shaved 
cunt, dipping her long red fingers into herself while a dirty old man 
sat over her and began jerking off. She shivered involuntarily, but 
was it from shame or excitment. She closed her eyes and imagined what 
she must look like. For his part Jones was enthralled. He had done 
it, he contolled and debased her. He loved the way her unrestrained 
tits shimmied across her rib cage as the hands began working faster 
on her pussy. She was beautiful and she was his to humiliate.

As Jennifer approached her orgasm she felt something on her breast. 
For the first time Jones touched her. Her eyes snapped open and she 
saw Mr. Jones kneeling next to her, his erect penis sticking out of 
his zipper, bobbing crazily to his movements. He was grasping her 
left breast in one hand. Holding it still, while his other hand 
painted her nipple with an indelable bright red marking pen. She 
gasped. "Hold still for a minute Jen. Your fingernails are red, but I 
can hardly see your nipples, they are so pale. So I thought I'd 
brighten them up to match your nails. Your nipples are nice and hard 
though. You've got such nice titties, this will make them look just 
perfect." Jones grinned down at Jennifer and began working on the 
other milk white breast.

"More to try to hide from Bill," thought Jen as she allowed her had 
to fall back on the carpet, and her orgasm began to over take her. 
She could still feel Jones holding her right breast, she could feel 
the scratchy tip of the marker on her nipple. She could feel an 
electric schock running from her fleshy tit to her clit. Then she 
could feel nothing except the warmth spreading from her cunt. Her 
whole body felt nothing but the waves of pleasure coming from her 
finger stuffed cunt.

After a few minutes Jen began to recover her senses. She had 
recovered from her mind-bending orgasm enough to feel something hot 
hitting her stomach and breasts. She opened her eyes, just in time 
for a hot string of Jones's jism to shoot out of his purple cockhead, 
arc through the air, and land on her neck, chin and nose. The last 
drop of the pearly sperm splashed into her eyes causing her to scream 
and crab away across the floor on her back.

With a loud laugh, Jones said, "look at you crawling across my floor 
like an animal in heat. God, you are a good for nothing fuck slut. 
That beautiful body of yours is built to take the cum of men like 
me." Jen looked around, garish painted nipples and fingers, bald 
pussy and bleached blond hair, crawling like the lowest form of 
being. He is right, the confused housewife thought, this IS what she 
had become. The part of her that was wife and mother didn't recognize 
the floor crawling, tit swinging, pussy dripping, orgasm craving, 
exhibitionist.

"Get dressed and get out of here, Jen. I'll call you this afternoon 
when I'm done with this important Japanese contract," stated Jones in 
a smug and superior voice. "Yes Sir," was the only reply Jennifer 
could muster has she wiped the sperm from her face, retrived her 
dress and quietly left the office. She could feel her dress sticking 
to her stomach. She hoped that the wet cum wouldn't show through the 
dress. She quickly walked back to her bookkeeping cubicle. She hadn't 
gotten much work done in the past week. She sat and daydreamed. 
Waiting for the call from Jones' office. Dreading it and anticipating 
it at the same time. She looked at the family picture that sat on her 
desk. The happy smiling family began to look different to her, as if 
she weren't really part of them anymore.

About three hours later, the phone rang on Jen's desk. "Get in here", 
growled Jones, "and you had better do just what I say. No questions 
asked, or everybody in town will see the down and dirty Mrs. Jennifer 
Frost videos." Jennifer literally ran to the office. As she entered 
she was surprised to see two very well dressed oriental gentlemen 
seated in front of Jones' desk.

"Ahh, here is our special assistant now gentlemen," smiled Mr. Jones 
using his best salesman voice. "Mrs. Jennifer Frost, this is Mr. Haki 
and Mr. Lee of Takamuri Plastics, Japan. Gentlemen, this is my 
special assistant Mrs. Jennifer Frost. She is a typical American 
wife, and the mother of two beautiful children. She is held in high 
regard by her family and community. But most important for you 
gentlemen she wants you to see her beautiful American wife body and 
show you all of her considerable female charms." Jen was shocked at 
the statement. Mr. Jones had blackmailed her into putting on 
perverted shows for him and even the crude Security Chief, but now 
she was expected to display herself in front of these two complete 
strangers, foriengers no less. How had she sunk so low? Jen looked 
pleadingly at Jones, but his return stare said it all, "take off the 
dress, or else." With trembling fingers Jen began to unbutton her 
dress. Lee and Haki hadn't even bothered to stand when J en entered 
the room, their oriental smugness came across as classic male, 
Japanese superiority, with a particular taste for blonde Americans.

Jennifer was so embarrased that she kept her eyes downcast as her 
dress slipped to the floor for the second time in the day. "Ahhhh", 
both busnessmen exclaimed as Jennifer's body came into view, "I see 
Mr. Jones san, that you have trained her well. A beautiful woman who 
knows her place. Head bowed, naked in front of her superiors. You are 
to be commended, we will like doing business with a man like you. We 
will sign the contract after you show us further your control over 
this, how do you say, submissive slut?" Jones, beaming at the 
prospect of a big contract with the Japanese firm readily agreed for 
Jen to put on a show.

Jones pulled his chair alongside the visitors cleared the papers from 
his desk and ordered Jennifer to climb up on his desk. It was like 
she was on a stage and the three men were her audience.

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Jennifer walked cautiously up to Mr. Jones's front door. She could 
hear the sounds of male laughs as she tentitively rang the doorbell. 
In no time the door opened. Inside the smoke filled living room a 
dozen men stood smoking cigars, laughing and drinking. A big screen 
TV was on in one corner. The room fell silent as Jones ushered 
Jennifer into the room. In the quiet Jennifer's eyes were drawn to 
the TV because of the moans coming from the speakers. To Jennifer's 
surprise the video made by the Security Chief masterbating was 
playing. As Jennfer looked at the screen it was filled with a 50 inch 
wide bald pussy, with her fingers thrusting in and out of the 
wetness. The silence was broken when Jones announced, "Fellas, the 
live entertainment has arrived."

God! another sex show for more strange men, thought Jennifer. As she 
stood there surrounded by cheering men, she recalled that show for 
the Japanese men. It had only been a couple of days ago. But to 
Jennifer it seemed like an eternity.

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Jennifer sat on the edge of the desk, her legs tightly together and 
arms crossed infront of her. But she could not hide all of her mature 
jiggling tit flesh. "Mr. Jones, how she got such red tips on her 
titties?", Mr. Lee asked in broken English. Jones laughed, "I painted 
them, the ink will wear off in a couple of days. her nipple were so 
pale I could harly notice them. Mrs. Frost's tits are one of her best 
features. I wanted them to stand out." "AHH", said Haki, "like we 
paint up our Geshia girls. But our Geshia Girls have hair down there, 
heh, heh heh, heh. I like to see American mother fucky, fucky hole 
with no hair." "You heard the man, Jennifer," ordered Jones, "let him 
see your hairless, fucky, fucky hole!" Jennifer didn't respond, she 
felt cheap and didn't know exacty what the oriental man with the 
heavy accent wanted. In exasperation Jones said, "Stand up on the 
desk and spread those legs."

Jennifer stood up her head still bowed, but now from the desk top her 
eyes fell on the three man audience. She spread her legs to sholder 
width. The men leered directly up at her smooth and creamy thighs and 
mound. Against her own will Jen could feel moisture begining to form 
in the crevice of her pussy.
