PRIDE BEFORE THE FALL

I pride myself on being fairly intelligent so, of course, I knew all along that I could easily get myself into deep trouble, if my plan went wrong. However being arrogant and a little naive I believed that I could get any man to do what I wanted without having to do anything in return because I was a good-looking woman with a very sexy body. Using that body was the way I decided to try to help my husband who was on the point of being laid off. 
       
We had a very expensive mortgage and were financially stretched to the extreme. Desperation was the driving force behind my plan and it seemed to be the only way out of our plight. I can almost hear someone ask why I didn’t go out to work if we needed money so badly. It is a fair enough question and I will try to answer it honestly. My husband is one of those men who insisted that his wife stayed at home. My mother had instilled in me the tradition that a woman must obey her husband, I know that it sounds almost medieval but that is the way we were brought up. I gave up any notion of being independent when I married Jack. Actually I did swallow my principles and tried to find some work but, being untrained, I had no chance to get anything worthwhile although I did get propositioned by more than one personnel manager as I tried to find employment.

At my wits’ end I embarked on my insane scheme. If I was really as intelligent as I believed I was I should have realised that it wouldn't be that easy, if at all possible. My initial mistake was to believe that all men could be led by their penis if a woman flashed her sexy bits at him.        My husband's boss, Wilson Hendricks, had always fancied me. He had made it plainly clear, whenever we met at any of the company’s functions, that he was dying to get into my knickers. He is a dishy, black guy but knows it and I can’t stand men who think that they’re God’s gifts to women so, on the occasions we’d socialised with him, I’d cockteased him and had enjoyed his discomfiture when he got absolutely nowhere. 
      
After days of anxious fretting I took the plunge and brashly phoned him and asked if we could meet somewhere discreet. That was my first mistake. My intention was to use my womanly charms to get him to change his mind and keep my husband on. Of course I had absolutely no intention of giving anything back in return except perhaps brief glimpses of my womanly charms. Mistake number two; I suppose that letting him know that I didn't want anyone to know about our meeting was giving him a stronger hand in our coming negotiations. I agreed to meet him at a restaurant of his choice believing that it was better if we met in public as it would be safer. Mistake number three; I dressed sexily thinking that while he ogled my womanly charms he would be thinking with his penis rather than his brain. 
       
I arrived at the restaurant and found that he was already waiting, seated in a cubicle which allowed a certain amount of privacy. He stood up and, ignoring my face, stared directly at my breasts as he greeted me. Following my plan I wasn't wearing a bra and the upper slopes and deep cleavage were exposed by the skimpy, low cut blouse I had chosen to wear. I have big breasts and know how they make men turn into slobbering schoolboys whenever I subtly shimmy my shoulders so that they move about as if they have a life of their own. I did just that as he stared at my chest and, by the way his hooded eyes stayed glued to my breasts, I knew that I'd gained an advantage and it was up to me to capitalise on it. We sat next to each other on a banquette and I made sure to press my breasts against his arm as we settled down. After we'd ordered Mr. Hendricks started asking me all sorts of very direct and intimate questions, while staring at my boobs. Although it was exactly what I’d hoped to achieve I was also angry that he was not looking at my face, as we talked. In revenge I made sure that my boobs were almost continuously wobbling. Before leaving the house I'd drunk a couple of stiff G & T, to give me courage, and, as we waited for our food, I downed a couple of glasses of red wine so I wasn't as much in control of my emotions as I should have been. When he asked me point blank I admitted that I was trying to influence him with my body as I believed he fancied me. He laughed and said that indeed he'd always wanted to shag me. However, though I’d cockteased him, he had been sure that I wasn't the type of woman to cheat on her husband so he had not pursued it. I told him that he was right, I wasn't a loose woman, but I did like him a lot and, if we’d met under any other circumstances, who knew what would have happened. Of course that was a blatant lie but it was delivered with fluttering lashes and an expression of innocence while, at the same time, my breasts were bobbing from side to side.
      
I was trying to keep him on the hook but I knew that I had to be very careful to make sure that I was, at all times, in charge of the situation because he was a very dangerous man. Unknowingly I'd already lost the plot when I talked freely about our financial difficulties and what it would mean if Jack lost his job. Mr. Hendricks was very sympathetic but pointed out that the firm had a last-in-first-out policy, when it came to redundancy. He was very complimentary about my husband's work record and said that, if it had been up to him, there were other people he'd rather let go first but there was nothing he could do as he had to toe the company-line.

As we talked his hand had slipped onto my knee, under the tablecloth. I decided that to leave it there to help influence him to change his decision. I was eloquently pleading with him to find a way to reverse the policy but began stammering as the heat from his fingers seemed to travel up my legs and lodge deep in my sex. I knew then that it had been a mistake to drink so much alcohol. My arousal became worse, I felt even hornier and more helpless, as his fingers boldly slipped way up my thigh, beneath my short skirt. This was not part of the script. I was wearing hold-ups and his fingers traced the tops before straying onto my bare flesh. The sensations of his hand, on my naked flesh, made me breathless and, for a moment, I couldn't seem to get my limbs to work then I recovered. My initial reaction was to grab his hand and pull it away but I stopped myself just in time as I remembered why I was there. Let him cop a feel, it's harmless and will make him more malleable, I told myself. Looking down at his lap I saw that his penis was tenting the front of his trousers and a wild shudder went through me as I realised that he was hugely endowed. Seeing the long cylinder slowly unfurling, as it stiffened, increased the fiery sensation invading my lower body. His fingertips were stroking my bare thigh causing liquid heat to flow into my sex. I could barely breathe and my heart was beating wildly. I was blushing fiercely and knew that I was losing the initiative by allowing him to take charge of the situation and that I'd better do something quickly, before it was too late.
       
However it was already out of my control and I just didn't know it!

Mr. Hendricks must have taken my compliance as a sign of willingness to allow him to go further because he quickly looked around, to see if anyone was looking our way, then his hands moved to my shoulders and he aggressively pulled me down until my head was resting on his lap. It had been done so quickly that I had no chance to resist. He’d undone his zip and I was stunned to see the rearing column of his naked, black penis swaying, only inches away from my face. It was so close that I could see a clear globule of liquid glistening at the very tip as my nostrils were filled with the strongly pungent, animalistic aroma of sex and manly-sweat. One of his hands cupped the back of my head while the other gripped the base of his penis. He pushed the head against my face, tracing a wet path along my lower lip and chin. I opened my mouth, to protest, and, before words could be formed, his knob had surged between my lips and rested on my tongue. A small movement of his hips caused it to slide so far into my mouth that it plugged my gullet. Immediately I had trouble breathing. My lips were clasped half-way down the shaft and I could just feel pubic hairs tickling my nose. As I struggled to breathe he pulled back until only the knob was lodged behind my lips and I felt his precome coating my tongue. I expected him to ram his penis back to the back of my throat instead he withdrew it. Efficiently he put his penis away as I stared at it like an idiot. I could hardly believe what had happened!
       
“Have you found it, Anthea?” Mr. Hendricks asked, looking down at me.

I wondered what he was talking about until I lifted my head and saw that a waiter was standing next to the table, asking if everything was all right. I have no idea whether he'd seen anything but I blushed fiercely as I straightened up.

'Eh...I...I dropped my serviette.' I stammered then saw the waiter looking at it, folded neatly next to my plate. I was so mortified that I silently prayed for a hole to open up and swallow me whole.

Mr. Hendricks ordered and the waiter walked away but not before giving me a knowing look and stroking the front of his trousers obscenely. I was speechless as I realised he’d seen me performing such an obscene act in public. It made me think about the wisdom of continuing trying to influence a man who'd already treated me no better than a slut. The waiter brought the salad and, as he put the plate in front of me, he managed to brush the back of his hand against my breasts. My nipples were as hard as pebbles and the touch felt as if I'd received an electric shock which streaked to my sex and made it pulse wildly. I know that I was blushing madly and could feel perspiration trickling down from my armpits as the waiter winked at me. Mr. Hendricks acted as if nothing had happened and made light conversation as we ate. I felt dirty and shivery, demeaned and insulted yet, beneath those emotions, ran another which puzzled me because it seemed to be intense arousal. I just could not work out what was happening to me. 
       
Mr. Hendricks called for the bill and suggested that we should finish our conversation at the company's apartment, which was just around the corner. After that brief glimpse of how he intended treating me, if I tried to pursue my quest, I knew that I should refuse and actually started to do so until he reminded me that we still had not settled Jack's chances of staying with the firm. Like a lamb to slaughter I meekly followed him out of the restaurant. As the waiter bid us goodbye he pinched my bottom.
       
I have no memory of walking but soon we were at the apartment. Once inside Mr. Hendricks took the hem of my short skirt and lifted it up and then tugged it into the waistband. When I tried to stop him he smacked my left buttock hard then swiftly did the same to the other and told me to stand still.
       
Ssssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
Ssssmmmaaaccckkk!!!

The pain was dreadful and I shrieked with a mixture of shock and pain. Nobody had ever chastised me like that before, even when I was a child, and I was shocked by the brutality of it. I was also scared so I did exactly as ordered. Making no attempt to kiss or woo me he stood in front of me as his fingers pushed the gusset of my bikini panties to one side, baring my sex. He looked me in the eye as his fingers traced the lips of my pussy causing them to flare open and expose my inner folds. His fingertips brushed against my clitoris and the touch made me writhe and twist wildly as waves of incredible arousal streaked through my body. He'd moved closer and was pressing the hard bulge of his penis against my thigh as his fingers continued to lightly stroke my engorged clitoris.
       
“Tell me, Anthea, how far are you're really willing to go to save your husband's job? For example would you take all your clothes off for me and parade naked or maybe you’d rather kneel down and unzip my trousers and renew your acquaintance with my better half and give him a good suck? It was a pity we were interrupted, at the restaurant, before I could find out just how good a blow job you would have given me. Anyway the waiter enjoyed watching your lips wrapped around my cock.” He said, barely suppressing a snigger of triumph as I shivered with a mixture of shame and arousal when I remembered that the waiter had seen everything.
       
“Please, Wilson! I'm a married woman.” I heard myself pleading. “I've come to you because I've heard that you're a just man and would give me a fair hearing instead you're treating me like a slut.”
       
“I'm also married, which makes us equal. I'm a just man, Anthea, and that's why I believe in fair trade. By the way it’s Mr. Hendricks to you. Now, my dear, let's not beat about the bush. You came to meet me because you want me to somehow overturn the company's decision and pull strings to keep your husband on. You intended teasing me with that lush body of yours but had absolutely no intention to go any further. I think that you are very brave and resourceful and I admire you for it but I believe that a favour warrants another in return. I've wanted to fuck you for years and now I can make my fantasy come true. I will be up-front with you, Anthea, I can and could arrange for Jack to keep his job but only if you do everything I tell you, without hesitation, willingly and enthusiastically. I will put you through sexual hell but I promise you will love it and Jack gets to keep his job and I might even manage a promotion! That's my proposition, take it or leave it!”       

“That’s despicable to take advantage of my situation. You have to tell me what you intend doing to me before I can agree to your terms.” I asked in a voice made hoarse with emotion. I was shocked when I realised that I was actually considering his proposition.
       
“I intend doing the most perverted things to you that I can think off, my dear. I will want you to do everything I order you to do without hesitation and enthusiastically! For beginnings you can resume sucking my cock then I'll tell you what else I want you to do. Oh, and to make sure that we understand each other I want you to describe to me, in graphic details, what you are going to do for me. Now let's see...tell me what you intend doing to try to please me, Anthea?” Mr. Hendricks asked, with a dirty chuckle.
       
I'd never envisioned anything as foul and debasing as what he was proposing. I'd believed that I would get away with mild sexual teasing but he'd called my bluff. I had been already compromised at the restaurant and knew that there was nothing else I could do but agree to his terms. It was that or allowing the due process of redundancy to run its course, with all that entailed. After all was it so bad to agree to sleep with a good looking man in return for financial salvation, I asked myself as I took a deep breath and made up my mind.
       
“I will...I will...will suck it! I'll suck on it...I'll suck it as long as you want, I will if you promise that Jack can keep his job.” I heard myself stammering.
       
“Oh dear, Anthea, you're not making yourself very clear. What will you suck, tell me now!” He asked cruelly.
       
He was driving his advantage home and I knew that I was damned. Oh well, I thought, in for a penny in for a pound.
       
“I'll suck your...your penis, Wilson! I'll suck your big penis. I want it...I want to suck your thick, black penis. Please take it out for me...please take your penis out and let me suck it for you, Mr. Hendricks!”  I could hardly believe that it was me who was mouthing those filthy words. I knew that men were turned on by women taking dirty while they made love although I’d never done it before. Of course I did not mean a word of it. While I was pleading, like a filthy slut, his hand had been rubbing up and down the length of my pussy causing sex juices to leak out and coat his fingers. It was hard to believe that being treated like a tramp had made me feel so extremely horny. Mr. Hendricks chuckled wickedly as he gripped the waistband of my tiny panties and jerked it violently so that the material tore and the scraps floated down to the carpet. 
      
“Open your legs, slut, and let's see that filthy, married cunt of yours!”
       
Though blushing furiously and shamed greatly by his crass behaviour I meekly followed his order and spread my knees wide apart to give him full access to my sex. The man's fingers slowly slipped inside my vagina and discovered that it was already extremely wet and churning with arousal. My clitoris was sticking right out and he continued rubbing it, with the pad of his thumb, as he moved his fingers around inside my vagina. 
       
“Enough of the Mr. Hendricks from now on, when you address me, you'll call me Master! Now get my cock out, Bitch, and suck!” He snarled.
       
Without hesitation and, to my surprise, eagerly I reached for the zip and pulled it down. I inserted my hand inside and my fingers came into contact with the steely hardness of his shaft. Meanwhile he'd spread the lips of my pussy apart, with one hand, while squeezing my swollen clit hard between the fingers of his other hand. I shrieked with pain but he continued to torture my love button before, almost brutally, spearing three fingers deep into my vagina. He began moving them in and out easily because they were so heavily coated with the sex juices, which were flowing so freely from my pussy. I couldn't understand why the brutal way he was treating me was making me feel more excited than I’d ever felt before. The pain should have killed any arousal yet it seemed to intensify it. My scrambling fingers managed finally to extricate his stiff penis from his trousers. He moved his hands away from my body and, following his order, I sank down to my knees like a lowly slave. Holding his member, in one hand, I sucked the head into my mouth as I gripped the firm cheeks of his bottom with my other hand to pull him closer to me. My lips were clasped firmly around the middle of the black shaft as I tried to use my tongue.
       
“Well. Well who would have thought it? I always wondered whether you were one of those frigid white women because you acted so stuck-up and now I discover that you’re a real slut. A cocksucking slut...isn’t that what you are you, Bitch? I bet that you adore drinking spunk, don’t you, Anthea?”
       
By this time I’d been so far sucked into a whirlpool of obscene lust that I found myself answering him honestly. “Yes...yes! Mr. H...I mean Master. I do want to drink your semen!” I heard myself say, even though my mouth was full of his cockhead. I could hardly believe that I was acting like the bitch he'd called me. To this day I can't find any reasonable logic to my obscene behaviour. The only hypothesis I've come up with, taking into account what happened after, is that hidden within my character ran a submissive streak and inadvertently Mr. Hendricks had tapped into it and allowed it to flower. What other explanation could there be for the way I acted?
       
“Anthea, Anthea you and I are going to have a glorious time. Tell me honestly is Jack satisfying you? I didn’t think so somehow. When was the last time you had some decent cock reaming your cunt and filling it with spunk? When was the last time you had your clitoris sucked and licked by an expert? I think that it's been a long time but now you can make up for it and I promise that by the time I've finished, Mrs. Anthea Markson, you'll know you've been well and truly fucked and will beg for more! Oh are you and I going to have fun!” 
       
Because of our dire financial situation and the threat of losing his job Jack had not been his usual virile self and it had been quite sometime since we'd made love but I'd not realised just how frustrated I was until Mr. Hendricks's taunting made me aware of how horny he'd made me feel. It felt as if my pussy was on fire and needed sperm to quench the blaze. 
       
Mr. Hendricks pushed me back so that I was lying on my back, on the carpet. He knelt over me, facing my feet, and shoved his black penis back into my mouth. He used his fingers to pull my clitoris free from its hiding place, having furled my vaginal lips as far back as they would go. I felt his tongue make contact with my sex flesh and it was almost like receiving a violent electric shock and caused me to shriek with delight. Automatically I thrust my pussy upward against his mouth. His lips closed tightly around the stalk of my clitoris and his flicking tongue rubbed back and forth across the tip. I was so aroused that I felt as if I was on the verge of suffocating and I had to tear my mouth away, from the mushroom head of his penis, to fill my lungs with air. 
       
“Please...please don't Wil... Master! Please don't stop...yeeesss suck it... that's it suck my clit. Oh please don't ever stop! Please don't stop...don't stop! I’m...I’m going to come!” I moaned heatedly. Could it really be me who was pleading so obscenely, I asked myself? 
       
Indeed it was as three of his fingers worked in and out of my pussy, easily lubricated by my flowing juices, while another was slyly tickling the rim of my tight anus causing it to open and close like the mouth of a baby bird. Concurrently Mr. Hendricks was sucking energetically on my clitoris so it's no wonder that I couldn't stay still for a second. Reaching down I grabbed his head and pressed his face harder against my pussy to urge him on. I make no excuses. I was so raunchy, by that time, that I wanted him as I'd never wanted any other man. I wasn't even doing it to save my husband's job any longer but for my own satisfaction. I'm being brutally honest. I wanted the black man to fuck me to eternity and back and I didn’t care if it meant debasing myself to get it!
       
His tongue was working in and out of my vagina, scooping out my sex juices, and I could hear the lewd sounds of slurping and sucking as he collected them. An incredible pressure was building in my womb and I knew that it wouldn't be long before my orgasm exploded. Frantically I wrapped my lips around his knob again as he expertly sucked out my pussy. I think we were locked in something called sixty-nine. I felt it as if a giant bubble was growing in my lower body then it burst and I grabbed his head, to make sure he didn't take his mouth away from my pussy. My back arched as my pelvis and bottom lifted off the carpet. The orgasm was very strong and I seemed to be borne up on a wave of pure ecstasy yet I was still conscious of the knob filling my mouth and the sweaty crotch pressed against my nose, filling my flaring nostrils with the pungent aroma of sexy manhood. Mr. Hendricks kept licking and sucking, not missing a drop of my flowing sex juices, throughout my orgasm and he didn't stop until it had faded and I'm sure it contributed to that orgasm being the most intense and longest I'd ever experienced, up to then.        I fell back exhausted. Mr. Hendricks stood up and casually pulled his trousers and underpants off. His penis sprang out, as if it was on a spring, and stood at right angle from his body. It was long and very thick and the black shaft glistened with my saliva. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and I could see his heavy-looking testicles swinging as he moved. He pulled me to my feet, got rid of all my clothes, before pulling me against his naked body. His lips came down on mine and his tongue shot deep into my mouth. I could taste the sweet, taste of my sex juices, which was still lingering on his tongue and lips. His strong hands were cupping the cheeks of my bottom. I could feel his clammy flesh pressing against my naked flesh as I pushed my pelvis against his. I rubbed myself against him, feeling his rigid shaft riding up between my legs and I closed them tight and started rubbing my pussy back and forth on the hard length. The feel of his muscular chest, against my hard nipples, sent shocks of arousal through my body as he steered me towards the bed. It wasn't till he was lowering me down on the bed that our lips parted. He lowered his mouth over my left breast and his lips closed round the aching nipple. One of his hands closed around my other breast and began kneading the flesh. He plucked the nipple hard, between two fingers, and a mixture of pain and ecstasy caused it to become very stiff so that it stood out all hard and hot. My orgasm should have doused my arousal but it seemed to have had the opposite effect. I was so horny that I was prepared to take the initiative and I reached down and took hold of his hard cock and I felt moisture dripping into the palm of my hand. 
       
“Master, oh please let me have your cock now, please...I really need it!” I heard myself plead. “I've got to have it. Please let me have it...let me suck your beautiful cock, please Master! Let me get drunk on your sperm!”
       
I couldn't believe that it was I who was acting so sluttishly. Without thinking about it I’d called him Master. In my marriage I'd always been the one in charge and would have never, in a million years, dreamt of begging my husband or any man for sex so why was I doing it now, I asked myself. The idea of swallowing sperm had always been odious to me so why did it suddenly become this craving?
      
Mr. Hendricks moved up and slowly lowered his hips so that the head of his penis was wetly nudging my waiting mouth. It was hot and I knew that some of the moisture had come from my leaking pussy but I didn't care. I slued my tongue over the tip to taste that heady blend as I grabbed his firm bottom, in both hands, and pulled him to me forcing his rod all the way to the back of my mouth and into my throat. Never before had I ever taken so much male flesh into my mouth. I was gagging yet was still trying to get more inside. Mr. Hendricks started fucking my face while his tongue continued roaming over my pussy. His hands had slipped under my bottom and were cupping my buttocks. His fingers were pulling them apart and I felt a finger tracing the rim of my anus. His hips thrust a little more forcefully and my saliva, and his natural lubrication, was all that was required to allow his penis to slip all the way down my throat. I gagged but found that I could manage not to choke by relaxing my throat muscles and breathe through my nose. It was the first time I'd ever performed deep-throat and I was amazed that I could do such a vile thing. Mr. Hendricks seemed to be in no hurry, unlike my husband and the other two men I'd been to bed with. He was using very slow, deliberate and long strokes letting his rod slip out until only the head was still inside the ring, formed by my lips, allowing me to use my tongue on the knob. After a short pause he'd flick his hips so that head would again slip all the way down into the depths of my throat and my nose become buried in his pubic hairs. He did this several times then he pulled his erection all the way out of my mouth, causing me to whimper and beg for it to return.
      
“Please, please don't stop, Wil.. Master! Please let me have your lovely cock back. I need it...please!”

'Anthea Markson, you're a real treasure...the horniest woman I've ever had but you'll have to learn patience. I just love the fantastic deep-throating but I'm in danger of coming too soon and since it takes me a long time to get hard again, after I've come, I want to take it easy. I really want to get your tight, married cunt around my cock before I come! I want to fill your adulterous cunt with a dose of black man’s spunk which you can take home with you!” He said. “I hope you’re not on the Pill so I can breed you!”
       
I believed every word he said. Knowing that he thought that I was the best…cocksucker he'd had made me feel incredibly elated and sexy. Fortunately I was on the Pill. My mouth was still open and homed on his swinging testicles. The coarse hair tickled the roof of my mouth as my lips sucked on them but I ignored it as I just had to have some part of him in my mouth
      
“Oh my, you're some sex-hungry bitch, Mrs. Anthea Markson? Tell me what you want me to do to you, Slut?” I heard him order. “You know a man really likes to hear a woman voicing her filthy desires. I'm not different and I especially want to hear you begging. You thought that, because you’re a snooty white woman, you could use me without giving anything in return and you've been caught in your own trap. Don't bother denying it! I've met plenty of cockteasers and you're no exception! I really wish we could have an audience because I'd love to see some of my brothers' faces when they heard you begging me to fuck you! Actually that’s not a bad idea and I will organise it sometime in the future and I will watch as they fuck you rotten. Tell me how badly you want my black cock in your hungry, married cunt, Mrs. Anthea Markson, and perhaps I might make your wishes come true!”
       
Using my married name and the difference in our skin colour was adding another level to the humiliation he was subjecting me to. I realised that he'd seen through my naive plan and was cruelly playing with me. The interesting thing was that I didn't care as long as he gave me what I wanted. What had started as a devious plot had become an urgent need for sexual satisfaction and I no longer cared that he thought that I was a slut.  I moved my mouth away from his testicles so that I could speak. 
      
“Mr. Hendricks, you're right I'm a slut and it's your right to punish me as you wish but please give me your beautiful cock. I want it!” I shrieked. “I want your black cock, Master, as I've never wanted anything before. I want my cunt to be filled with your big cock and I want to feel your spunk filling my womb! You are right I'm a slut and you can do anything you like to me! If you want me to perform in front of your friends I will do so. I deserve to be punished severely for trying to trick you!” I shrieked. A little part of my brain was still active and could hardly believe that it was me who was saying those dirty things to a man, I didn't know very well. At the same time I was finding it extremely arousing to express myself so lewdly. It was something I'd never dreamt of doing and found it so horny that I was nearly coming there and then. I'd never surrendered myself to a man before but was doing so eagerly and it felt absolutely wonderful.
       
“One thing you can be certain of, bitch, is that you will be punished hard and often!” he muttered as three of his thick fingers had slipped inside my pussy and were rubbing in and out, driving me wild, exciting me, building me up towards another climax as he threatened me with punishment. At the same time two fingers were rimming my anus which was an extremely obscene act yet I wanted it never to stop.
       
“Master, give me your cock!” I begged. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fuck me, Master! Do anything you want I don't care as long as you fuck me!”
       
I could see Mr. Hendricks smiling as he knelt between my splayed legs. He was still moving his fingers in and out of my pussy and anus while slyly stroking my clit with his thumb. I was frantic and my hands were gripping his lean hips, trying to coax his stiff penis into my pussy as I felt an orgasm building up again. '
       
“Please fuck me, Master! Fuck me...fuck me please...fuck me! You can do anything you want to me but please don't make me wait any longer. Fuck your white bitch, Master!” My voice held a note of desperation as I begged the cruel black man to take me like a common whore. 
       
My words were hardly poetic but I was that desperate. I'd never acted in such an obscene manner before but there was something about the man which had broken through my layers of primness and propriety and made me act like a slut. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, from my clutching pussy, and slammed his erection all the way into it, taking me completely by surprise. I screeched as the thick shaft tore all the way upward inside my vagina. Almost immediately a second orgasm blasted through me and I continued screaming as my pussy rippled around his embedded rod. Mr. Hendricks didn't move. He just kept his hard flesh wedged all the way inside me while I went through all the stages of a powerful orgasm, which left me breathless and dizzy. I couldn't remember ever having come so hard before. Once the spasms began to subside he started to fuck me in earnest, establishing a steady rhythm. His thick cock slipped out to the head then slid all the way back inside my hole and automatically I matched his thrusts.  He bent down and started sucking on my nipples again. I wrapped my legs around his waist in an effort to keep him inside me forever. I was filled with cock, more cock that I remember ever taking and it was so sensational that I never wanted it to end. He was still in no hurry. His strokes were long, slow, steady and deliberate. I felt the pressure building within my womb again and started pumping my hips up and down more frantically. My pussy was riding his hard cock for all I was worth. Then suddenly I realised that he wasn't moving he was leaning over me just supporting his weight, on his extended arms, and I was the one bouncing up and down riding his long, slick cock 
       
“Master, give it to me... please give it to me! I want it!” I heard myself begging as I felt the pressure building up so strongly that I could hardly bear it. It was almost painful in its intensity.
       
“My, my how nice to be appreciated. What is it that you want, my dirty little slut?” Mr. Hendricks said as he chuckled. “Tell your Master what you want to happen, Mrs. Markson.”
       
I pumped my pussy up and down on his black cock trying to coax him to fill it with his sperm. Don't ask me why I was so desperate to feel his semen in my pussy because it had never been something which had been important to me before. “I want your...your spunk, Master! Give me your spunk, fill my cunt with your hot spunk! You promised that you'd give it to me if I let you fuck me! I need to fill your spunk in my filthy cunt or I’ll lose my sanity!” I frantically shrieked.
       
“Tell me again, my little whore, are you on the pill?”
       
“Yes! Give me your spunk, I’m safe!” I begged.
       
“Wrong answer! From this moment on you stop taking the pill because I want to knock you up. I’m going to breed you like the bitch you are. I am going to fuck a black baby into your womb. Do you understand me?”
       
Although I understood what he was saying, at that point, it didn’t really register and wanting him to fuck me senseless I agreed to his demand.
       
A broad grin lit up his face. He chuckled lewdly because he had turned me into a desperate slut willing to do anything. He started pounding his cock in and out of my pussy with such force that each time his cockhead reached bottom he forced all the air from my lungs. My boobs were flying around on my chest like buoys in a tempestuous sea as frantically I clung on to him with arms and legs like an octopus as I felt the bubble inside my womb bursting. 
       
“Ooohhh I'm...I'm...oh I'm coming!” I screamed. “I'm coming... coming... comiiiinnngg!” 
       
I could feel the climax blast through my body, like a tidal wave. My sex juices were flowing around his cock and trickling down into the crack of my bottom. He continued pounding his hard cock in and out of me and, each time it came out, it made a loud sloshing sound as it dragged out more of my sex juices. My pussy muscles flexed and grabbed his shaft as if wanting to keep it solidly wedged inside, forever. I shrieked as another orgasm overtook the previous one and blasted through me like wildfire. I was clinging to him, trying to get him to slow down but he continued ramming his cock into me with long thrusts, in and out, out and in and I climaxed several times more. Each one merged with the one before and it felt as if I was orgasming continuously. I believed that I was losing my mind. Then he withdrew his cock entirely from my sex and I shrieked with frustration. His hand went down to capture his cock and he steered the tip between my spread buttocks so that it nudged my bottom hole. It took me a few seconds to realise what he intended doing. It was so obscene and dirty that I couldn’t believe he meant to do it. He used his weight to force the tip against my tight rose and, after a brief resistance, it opened and allowed it to slip inside the virgin passage. The pain was incredible and I nearly passed out. All the breath had been driven out of me so that I couldn't even voice my pain. He flicked his hips and sank his thick cock all the way inside my bottom. Keeping me pinned down solidly, with the weight of his body, he paused as if to allow my bottom to get used to being so obscenely filled by a hard cock, for the very first time. When I stopped whimpering he started to fuck me vigorously. Waves of pain washed through my body then strangely it passed and was replaced by intense ecstasy. The pleasure was completely different to what I'd felt when he'd used the correct hole, sharper, more intense. Then my mind kicked in and I realised I'd lost my last virginity to a man, who wasn’t my husband, and it blew my mind. Looking down I could see that my sex was gaping wide open and each stroke, into my bottom, forced sex cream to bubble out of it. I have never seen anything more obscene. I began to respond by relaxing my white buttocks to allow the black cock to slide more easily in and out of my rectal passage which was just as well because by that time his cock was doing so at breakneck speed. I felt him tense.
       
“Here it comes, my little bitch, here comes a dose of hot spunk to fill that tight arse of yours. Squeeze my cock tight, squeeze your arsehole tight because it's coming. I am going to shower your arsehole with a dose of hot spunk. Squeeze, Bitch!” He ordered. 
       
I could feel the head of his cock swell inside my bottom, as it pushed all the way up my tight passage, and I used my inner muscles to clasp it tightly. I climaxed once again as I felt him shooting his sperm deep into my bottom. There was so much of it that some oozed out and dribbled onto the bed. He jerked and trembled with each throb of his spewing cock as he continued unloading his sperm into my bottom. I held on tightly, my legs and arms wrapped around his tensed body, as his hands cupped my bottom, squeezing and kneading my buttocks as his cock unloaded its potent content. Grunting sounds, deep in his throat, accompanied each spurt.
       
Then it was over. I felt his cock begin to soften and though my bumhole made desperate efforts to keep it inside me, it slipped wetly out. We rolled over onto our side and rested. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. My legs felt like jelly and I had to hang on to him for support as he rummaged around in a drawer. He came back carrying two small metal objects and, seizing my right breast with one hand, he fitted the object over the nipple with the other hand Looking down I saw that it was something like a clothes peg but smaller and much more elaborate. It was made of metal and shone brightly as it bit into the tender flesh of my nipple causing a flash of intense pain to streak through my breast. The pain was so sharp that I shrieked as his hand moved away leaving the clamp fastened around the nipple. Taking the other breast he repeated the process and again the pain was excruciating but strangely it was infused with a current of intense, sexual pleasure. My pussy started melting even as tears were rolling down my cheeks. I looked down expecting to see blood running down my breasts but, although the nipples were very red and engorged hugely, the clamps had not pierced the skin. Mr. Hendricks picked up his tie and wrapped it around my head. It was as efficient as a blindfold and completely shut the light out. I was plunged into darkness and, at first, I panicked but my other senses seemed to compensate. I could hear the sound of my ragged breathing and the erratic beat of my heart; I could sense the muscles beneath my skin rippling with apprehension and the perspiration breaking out all over my body as I heard him moving around. I could not identify in which direction he was moving so that his voice startled me when it came from close behind me.
       
“My dear Mrs. Anthea Markson, things are looking bad for you. You're so whorish, so wicked, and so sinful that we must act quickly to try to absolve your guilt, before it's too late. I can sense that you loved having your arse fucked but it was meant as a punishment for being such a whore not a pleasure so I must introduce you to a punishment regime that will allow you to atone for your sins and thus allowing room for even more grievous ones to take their place. We mustn't lose any time, your salvation is at stake, Mrs. Markson.”
       
In my befuddled state I didn’t know what he was talking about but realised that the man was an expert manipulator and was playing on my lapsed Catholicism to achieve his aim to conquer me fully but, at the same time, it did reflect my inner turmoil. I deserved to be punished for having given my body to another man even if it had been in a good cause.
       
“I want you to bend right over, with your legs wide apart, and grasp your ankles and under no circumstance are you to change position until I tell you! If you do any strokes already given will be cancelled and we will begin from the beginning again. Do you understand, Slut?” His voice was emotionless but carried a great deal of menace.
       
Never before, even when I was a child, had anybody physically chastised me. I was so befuddled that I couldn't speak instead I nodded vigorously to let him know that I understood. I bend over till my hands closed around my ankles which caused my breasts to dangle like heavy gourds. The weight of the clamps tugged on the nipped nipples and a sharp streak of pain swept through my boobs turning almost instantly to pleasure. I blushed as I realised that being behind me Mr. Hendricks had a perfect view of my sex and that the forbidden hole he’d ravaged was also completely exposed. I understood why he'd ordered me to do it. It was part of being degraded to make me understand the enormity of my sins. My hair trailed on the carpet as blood rushed to my head. I cried out when his hand suddenly stroked my hip because it felt as if I'd been touched by a flaming brand. Slowly his fingers glided over my taut bottom, following the cleavage, before caressing each buttock, in turn. I knew that the position tilted my bottom upward at the perfect angle for punishment or anything else he wanted to do. A hand pushed against the small of my back, making me arch my body even more, holding me firmly in that position as I heard a swish displacing the air a fraction of a second before a flaming line of incredible pain burnt horizontally into my bottom. 
       
Swwwiiissshhh...whhhhaaaccckkk!
       
The stroke was so painful that it drove the air from my lungs so that I was unable to scream. It hurt so much that I froze unable to give in to my instinct to try and stand. I'd never experienced anything so painful before. The rippling movement of my body, caused by the power of the stroke, made my dangling breasts sway wildly. The initial intensity of the pain in my nipples had become a dull and not unpleasant ache but, as my boobs wobbled, a much sharper streak coursed through my breasts making it impossible to ignore the silver clamps. Even without any movement they had initiated a range of sensations, from dull ache to intense, fiery pain which had sent thrills of ecstasy directly to my pussy. Because I was trying to cope with the pain in my chest I was too late to prepare myself for the next stroke. I heard the sound of air being displaced. 
       
Swwwiiissshhh...whhhhaaaccckkk!
       
“Aaaarrrggghhh!!!' Oh my God...you're killing me! Please have pity, Master! No more...I can't take it...it hurts so much!!!”
       
The cane, for that what it was, sliced across the tender mounds of my buttocks again causing them to ripple and indent. Before the pain had time to lessen I received another stroke. 
       
Swwwiiissshhh...whhhhaaaccckkk!
       
The three lines of chastisement intersected and the infernal pain was more intense at those points. My entire bottom seemed to swell to twice its size as it seemed to be engulfed in flames. I could sense the heat radiating out but at the same time it was streaking inward to lodge in the back of my sex. As with the initial pain I'd experienced, when the clamps had bit into my nipples, I realised that my body had a way of converting frightful pain into exquisite, sexual pleasure. It's easy for me to rationalise all those feelings now but at the time the pain was so excruciating that I couldn't even think. 
       
Swwwiiissshhh...whhhhaaaccckkk!
       
“Aaaarrrggghhh!!! Oooohhh! Dear God it hurts! I can't stand it!!! Please...have pity! I'll do absolutely anything you want...anything but please don't hurt me anymore!”
       
The fourth stroke struck lower down and was the most painful because it landed where the thighs meets the curve of the buttocks. Even though it was excruciating and almost unbearable the rush of pleasure which followed was even more exquisite. My entire sex seemed to have become molten so that I could feel liquid dribbling down my thighs, as if from a tap. My pussy was on fire and so were my nipples. I wasn't sure how much more pain I could endure. I filled my lungs with air as I concentrated on keeping my hands locked around my ankles. Being blindfolded added to the terror sweeping through me. Strangely at no point did I try to straighten up. My senses were so acute that I heard the swish as loud as a musical note as the cane cut through the air. 
       
Swwwiiissshhh...whhhhaaaccckkk!
       
“Aaaarrrggghhh!!! I can't...can't stand any more, Mr. Hendricks!!! Please have pity...I can't take anymore! I've been punished enough.”
       
I couldn't distinguish where the stroke fell as my entire bottom was on fire by this time. I nearly fell forward from the power of the stroke but rocked back on my heels as the pain gradually gave way to pleasure. Where the cane had landed initiated sexual heat which vibrated through every nerve in my body and the pain from the nipple clamps only accentuated the sharpness of the sensations. I was swimming in a dimension where pain seemed to become pleasure and pleasure was pain.
       
Swwwiiissshhh...whhhhaaaccckkk!
       
Another stroke landed and the sound echoed in the room. I farted as the heat radiating from my bottom was matched by the volcanic tremors pulsating from my sex. My clitoris was so engorged that it had forced its way out of hiding and was being squeezed by the outer lips. My nipples were pulsating sending wave after wave of delicious pleasure on the same frequency as the pain from my buttocks. I was on the brink of a huge orgasm and it would have only needed a touch, a caress or even another stroke of the cane to trigger it. Various warring emotions swept through me, anger, hatred, frustration, shame and guilt but only for a fleeting second because they were immediately replaced by love, devotion, pleasure and utter bliss, emotions so strong that I almost fainted. Mr. Wilson Hendricks had achieved complete power over me and I was his, to do anything he wanted to and, with that realisation, an inner calm overwhelmed me as my body continued to hum with the urgent need to climax.
       
A hand stroked my buttocks, where the lines of pain cut into the flesh, and the effect was dramatic. I almost lost my balance as ecstasy overwhelmed every other sensation. He must have put the cane down because both his hands stroked every inch of my fiery bottom erasing the pain and leaving only the pleasure. I started to weep but the tears were tears of happiness and were soaked up by the blindfold but it was the only way that I could contain my overwhelming love for him. I was still hovering on the brink of a climax and could feel the inner walls of my vagina rippling as if moving around an imaginary penis. The tight ring of my anus expanded and contracted as if begging for attention. I was a bitch in heat ready to service her Master. I was still bent over grasping her ankles and felt like a statue, seeming to have become locked in that position forever. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt him begin to smear cool cream over my burning buttocks. The pain gradually vanished as he spread the soothing cream on every inch of my burning bottom and even pushed some into my anus with a finger. One of his hands returned to the small of my back pinning me down as I felt something spongy against the entrance of my rectal passage. Panic and fright consumed me as I remembered how painful it had been. 
       
Although he had already taken me that way I still believed that it was dirty, obscene, degrading and possibly the worse thing which could be done to a woman and I couldn't let him do something so vile to me again. At least the first time he’d used my vagina first. I remembered what he’d ordered me to call him and hoped that would count and he would take pity.
       
“Oh no...Master! Not that...please. I can't...you mustn't!” I shrieked as I started struggling to get away.
       
Ssssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
The palm of his hand landed on my buttocks reviving the heat and pain from the caning.
       
Ssssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Ssssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
“Shut your mouth, you stupid cunt! Don't you dare tell me what I can or can't do. That's what happens when one treats you nicely. I should have given you the twenty four strokes you deserved instead of being considerate because it was your first time. There is still time for the other eighteen strokes. Is that what you want, Mrs. Anthea Markson?” 
       
The idea of having to cope with more pain was so terrifying that I stopped struggling. I knew that it was wrong and that I shouldn't allow it to happen but what could I do? Somehow he'd conquered me body and soul and there was nothing I could do about it. Giving up the pretension that there was something that I could do about the situation seemed to lift a weight from my mind. I felt the knob of his penis pressing hard against my anus. The tiny hole expanded and the cream and the semen still filling it eased its passage as it started to penetrate my most secret place. The pain was excruciating and I expected the flesh to tear. I felt as if I needed to shit. Suddenly the head of the penis was inside my anus and the pain was immense and almost unbearable. Sobbing with despair I found it hard to believe that it was really happening again. The pain stabilised. I was scared to move in case it revived though I could feel the warmth and the throbbing of the thick penis inside my back passage as if it had become part of me. I'd never felt like that when I'd had a penis inside my sex. The pain became sharp again as he pushed even more of his shaft into my rectum until I felt the roughness of his pubic hair against my bottom and realised that he'd managed to push his entire penis inside me again. My anal passage was completely full with someone else's living flesh which was twitching and throbbing. The first time I’d been experiencing a series of orgasm so had not been completely tuned in to the penetration but this time I was aware of every small nuances of my debasement. It was weird, wicked and sinful but also satisfying and unusual. My dangling breasts had been severely jolted by the invasion but the pain from the swinging nipple clamps somehow balanced and neutralised the pain in my bottom. I hardly dared move. It felt as if an electric current was zigzagging from my nipples to my sex then into my bottom and back again to my teats.
       
Wilson Hendricks paused. Gradually I realised that the fierce pain had faded and that my rectal muscles had begun rippling up and down the length of the huge penis, as if exploring the strange intrusion. His cock twitched and jerked and seemed to slip even deeper inside me as if I was sucking it in willingly but I had not moved. He was holding me tight as I wriggled and twisted my bottom against him. His cock seemed to swell even larger inside me. I was panting and sobbing, delirious with joy and pain. He leant over me and his hands cupped my dangling breasts and started to tug on the clamps and fierce pain shot through my nipples, which felt longer and harder than they ever had, and the pain caused me to ram my bottom back and my stretched anus reacted by squeezing the massive cock filling it. Disembodied pleasure flooded through my body as if it was being generated from some vast distance away. His penis expanded and contracted inside my anus again and I felt my pussy responding by flowering open and allowing dollops of sex cream to be expelled and soon my inner thighs were coated with warm stickiness. The pain was still very intense but highly pleasurable. My pussy was expanding and contracting, as if jealous that it was empty while my other hole was so amply filled. His hands were still torturing my breasts and his lips were leaving moist spots on the back of my neck. I nearly swooned at the mixture of tenderness and cruelty. The impossible had happened my anus had stretched to accommodate his huge penis without tearing. I could feel every sovereign inch of it as it began slowly to move in and out. The pain was fading leaving only incredible pleasure. My heart was filled with tenderness and I started to rock my hips back to coax him to penetrate me even deeper, although I knew that it was impossible. I was drifting into a state where nothing else mattered but having this wonderful being inside me. It was comforting to be suspended in a pre-orgasmic dimension as his huge cock slipped in and out of my tight passage. The throbbing in his cock seemed to have become co-ordinated with the beat of my heart, as if we'd become one being. My mind was drifting and I wanted it to last forever. Being possessed in my forbidden hole felt more complete than anything I'd experienced before. Helped by the cream and his sperm his cock was moving effortlessly as he increased the speed of his penetration. My entire body was trembling with arousal. I wanted him more desperately than ever and wanted to voice my need and confess my love but my vocal chords refused to function and the only sounds coming from my mouth were animalistic grunts and moans of ecstasy. As if sensing my emotions he forced his cock into my anus with such force that he was driving my breath from my lungs and only the hand in the middle of my back stopped me from falling on my face. Each time his pelvis collided with my buttocks it revived the pain from the caning and it was exquisite. The clamps swinging wildly at the tips of my breasts added their mixture of pain and pleasure.
       
I started climaxing and the ecstasy was more intense than any before, almost more than I could stand. An agonised scream erupted from my open mouth as his cock relentlessly pistoned in and out of my stretched anus sending vibrations to my pussy. I kept on orgasming. It didn't seem possible that anyone could stand that level of pleasure for so long and it felt as if I was going to pass out but I didn't. He continued to drive his cock into me, each stroke more powerful than the previous one. I thrust my bottom back, matching him stroke for stroke even though my body was being racked by huge orgasmic spasms. Suddenly he stopped with his cock wedged all the way inside my pulsing passage and instinctively I tightened my buttocks and made my rectal muscles grip it as hard as they could. He remained still so that the only movement came from his cock as it unloaded its sperm and I felt each jet blasting into my rectum. Orgasms raged through my pussy matching each ejaculation. I lost control over my bladder and hot urine spurted out and ran down my legs. I'd thought that I'd experienced everything that there was but suddenly an orgasm so huge that it needed my entire body to contain it erupted and it was like being blasted by a nuclear explosion and I blacked out!
       
I can't believe that I've managed to recall the details and diverse emotions I experienced that fateful day so clearly. It's weird and writing it down is almost like reliving them again and I'm so turned on that I can hardly sit still. I've had to stop to have a cold shower to calm my nerves. It's really strange but writing down what has happened to me doesn't seem real but a fantasy, an erotic dream which really happened to someone else.
       
After my blackout my next recollection was the sensation of something wet on my face and it took me some minutes to orientate myself before I opened my eyes. I was lying on the bed and Mr. Hendricks was sponging my face with a damp face cloth. Despite lingering pain, where I'd been trashed and an anus which felt as if it still contained his massive cock plus nipples which felt as if they were going to burst open like overripe fruit, I felt absolutely wonderful.
       
“I knew it! From the first time I clapped eyes on you I knew that you were capable of incredible depths of passion and also knew that you would be very responsive to pain but your real nature had never been tapped. Welcome to your future, incredible pain and untold pleasures, Mrs. Anthea Markson!' There was a note of elation and triumph in his voice.
      
 With his help I sat up. The first touch of the bedclothes against my bottom sent pain through my lower body reminding me that he'd punished me. I remembered proudly how I'd taken everything he'd dished out and had remained in the position he'd decreed. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear him talking to me and, before I could react, I felt myself being pulled off the bed and somehow ended up face down over his knees. It was unfair! I wanted to tell him I was only basking in the euphoria of loving what he’d done to me but I couldn't get the words out. Fear had blocked my throat. 
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
His hand, as hard as wood, connected with my left buttock bringing a stinging pain which revived the earlier agony of the caning. 
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
The hand immediately came down on the other cheek, hurting, stinging and burning and my euphoria evaporated as he spanked me hard. Through the pain, agony and bewilderment I knew that I was being spanked by an expert for the rhythm of the spanking never varied nor the intensity. I moaned, sobbed, begged for forgiveness but it went on and on.
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!!
       
“Too bloody disobedient by half, Mrs. Anthea Markson!” I could hear disappointment in his voice which hurt more than the spanking. I'd let him down!
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
The lightning streaks of pain, across both cheeks, were devastatingly painful and came again and again with no chance to absorb it between blows. My body was writhing in protest but the pain had settled and was transmuting into a golden sensation, which drifted slowly into my sex. Tears were running down my cheeks and I was shrieking.
       
“Aaaarrrggghhh!!! Oooohhh!!! Pleassssse!!! I will never disappoint you again, Master!”
       
“Anthea, Anthea! You already have!” Mr. Hendricks’s cold hard voice sounded like ice as he underlined each syllable by a stinging smack. 
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
“You will remember that this is not for your pleasure but to remind you of what and who you are. You are an adulteress, a slut using her body for profit, a miserable excuse for a woman and you have lost the privilege of being treated like a lady. You no longer have a will of your own. You're a sinner and must expiate your sins, Mrs. Markson.”

Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
“At all time you will be submissive and attentive and do everything which is asked of you with enthusiasm and alacrity.”
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!
       
“Your only reason for living is for my pleasure and you're never to forget this for a second.”
       
Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!! Sssmmmaaaccckkk!!!

As the pain grew even more fiercely it drove the message home. Then it was over and he released me and helped me up. Free to move I discovered that I didn't want to. Pain flared through my bottom and tears coursed down my face as I tried to control the flaring of arousal which almost drowned the pain. My bottom felt as if it was on fire, throbbing and massively swollen but the pain was nothing to the ache in my soul. I realised I'd disappointed him 
       
“I want you to go home now, Mrs. Markson!” His voice was soft and calm, as if we were discussing some beneficial therapy. “Go home, reflect on what you've learnt today and I will contact you in the near future after deciding whether I should waste any more time on you.”
       
He went to the phone and I heard him tell someone to bring the car round in five minutes.
       
I wanted to protest, tell him that I was sorry and explain that it was only because I was so new to the situation that I'd erred. I wanted to beg for a second chance, wanted him to trash me to within an inch of death to prove that I could be what he wanted but one look from his hard eyes quelled my urges. I gathered my clothes and got dressed. My g-string was in shreds. His chauffeur came in and I saw his eyes scanning me and his top lip curled in a sneer. He held the car door open for me to get in and. I was blushing fiercely knowing that as I bent down to get into the car he could see my sex and, perhaps, even my anus which was slowly disgorging his master's semen. Fortunately he didn't speak to me during the journey. I think that I cried all the way home. When the car stopped I got out and ran all the way to the elevator. When I reached home I was shaking so much that it took me sometime to get the key into the lock. Once inside I closed the door behind me and leant against it. It was too early in the afternoon for Jack to be home. I was almost hysterical and quietly sobbed, cried and whimpered as I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I slipped quietly into the bed and lay on my back for hours reviewing everything that had happened to me before tiredness caused me to fall into a fitful sleep. When Jack came home I told him that I had a migraine. He was so solicitous that it made me feel even more wretched. 
       I woke up the next day full of uncertainty, fear and guilt and kept asking myself why I had been so stupid. Jack had already left for work. I seemed compelled to inspect my nudity in the full length mirror of the wardrobe. I wanted to look at myself as if I was looking at another woman. I wanted to try to see myself the way Mr. Hendricks had seen me. 

I've always enjoyed looking at myself but that day I saw myself entirely differently. For example I noted the way my prominent nipples were swollen to even more enormous size as I stretched them to their utmost limit with my fingers. I wondered whether it was the result of them having been clamped. I stood in front of the mirror digging my fingernails into my nipples and I lost control over my bladder and started to pee, like some incontinent child. I watched it happening, in the mirror, and began blushing fiercely but did nothing to control it. Completely naked, with pee running down the inside of my legs, I looked at my reflection. Even if I tried to hide my satisfaction, behind false modesty, I could not deny that the reflection which met my eyes was of a very sexy, youngish and very pretty woman with long, slender but perfectly shaped legs yet with hips rounded with the firm flesh of youth. Her rounded bottom pouted out into two spherical buttocks separated by a very deep crease which seemed to invite handling and pinching. I remembered, when I was growing up, having been sensitive about my jutting bottom but had come to terms with it when I realised that it seemed as if most men were greatly attracted by it. Jeremy, one of my admirers before I got married, had compared my walk to the late Marilyn Monroe's and had assured me that when he walked behind me the way my bottom had jiggled had made him want to fling me to the ground, on my face, and ram his erection all the way up my bottom. He seemed sure that most men fantasised the same thing as they ogled my rolling buttocks. I’d been mortified and, for a while, had tried to walk differently, to no avail.
             
As I stood there my mind returned to that moment when my tight, virgin hole had been full to tearing point with a man’s hard rod. It made my buttocks clench while the hole in question opened and closed as if it was a hungry mouth needing to be fed. I blushed as the throbbing in my sex intensified as if a fist had been rammed all the way inside my love tunnel. I wished that my black Master could be standing behind me so that he could stuff that extraordinary fat and extra-long rod all the way into my bottom and screw me into orgasmic exhaustion. Of course I remembered the extraordinary amount of pain that it had cause beside the act being filthy and depraved but it only seemed to fuel my craving. I'd never felt more enervated and so utterly the slave of my newly-developed sexual need for depravity, than in that moment as I questioned the sanity of allowing a man to use my body for his kinky pleasure. To be honest something which had been lurking deep inside me seemed to have risen to the surface. The idea of being the sex toy of a dominant man was extremely arousing and satisfying, seductive, infatuating, all consuming and eclipsed any other sensations.
             
Coming out of my reverie I discovered that I was shivering all over from the lewd images which had crowded my mind. Sex had always been an act of love for me before and I'd never envisaged that one day it would become a dark obsession and could be equated with pain.             Trying to regain some control over my sanity I fetched some cleaning material and mopped up the spot on the carpet which was soaked with my pee.
             
I recalled reading an article, in a woman's magazine, advising that shaving one's pubic hair often turned men on and could revitalise a woman’s sex life. Fortunately the article had outlined precise instructions which I’d made myself remember as I thought that I would do it to surprise my husband on his birthday. Now I wanted to do it as homage to the man who had conquered me. I went into the bathroom. In the full length mirror, at the back of the door, I could see what I was doing. First using scissors I got rid of most of my bush. With trembling fingers I first slipped a new blade into the head of the razor then squeezed shaving gel over my shorn pubes. I sat on the edge of the tub, with my feet planted on the ground. I could see everything in the mirror. I stirred the gel into foamy lather as I worked my fingers over the whole area of my sex mound making sure that I also covered the valley of my bottom and around my anus.  I took a deep breath and pressed the razor against my sex mound, strangely it felt both sensual and naughty. It was as if I was taking a leap into the unknown and it was scary but also exhilarating.              Taking a couple of deep breaths, to steady my nerves and using one hand to keep the skin taut, I started shaving with the other. The upper part of my plump mound proved easy and a few deft strokes of the sharp blade left it cleanly smooth. The shaved skin felt silky as I ran the tips of my fingers over it. I rinsed the razor and, spreading my thighs wide apart, refreshed the lather. Holding the left pubic lip, between fingertips, I stretched it and began the delicate business of shaving away the stubble around it. This part was harder and I had to be very careful, patient and frequently had to stop to take deep breath to calm myself and steady my hand. I shaved every hair from my sex mound leaving the delicate skin gleaming nakedly then shaved the few hairs adorning the bridge, between my pussy and anus, then made sure there was none left around that small orifice. By the time I finished my sex was as bare as when I was born. I knelt in the bath and rinsed away the remains of the soapy lather and stubble before stepping out and patting myself dry.
             
I stood in front of a full length mirror and really looked at myself. I spread my sex lips and saw how very pink my inner flesh was, in comparison to the pale outer one. I'd never realised that my mound was so plump and stuck way out. My pussy looked naked, sexy and vulnerable and I noticed that the inner lips were much crinklier than the outer ones and hung at least an inch past them. It looked very lewd. At the top of the slit I could see the tip of my clitoris; it was quite large and very pink as it stuck out from its hood. I felt very sensual as I smoothed creamy lotion over my smooth sex mound. I was surprised to discover that sticky juices were oozing from my pussy. In the mirror I could actually see it seeping out in thick globules before it slowly started trickling down my inner thighs. The sight was both lewd and very arousing. Staying in front of the mirror I continued stroking my fingertips over the bare, smooth mound. My flesh was tingling and pulsing and I became dizzy with excitement. 
             
Naked I went back into the bedroom and, still trying to be objective, I resumed looking at myself in the mirror. My sex mound was now very smooth so that the rather prominent fleshy lips of my vagina were clearly visible. It seemed as if they were waiting to clasp a fat penis. In the past I'd always been rather self conscious about my pronounced pubic bulge but I was beginning to appreciate it and was sure that the lips had grown fatter since I’d started fantasising about being made to perform obscene acts. My waist was very slender and I was sure that a man could have spanned it easily between his two large hands. Its slenderness emphasised the curves of my breasts and hips. As I admired myself I could see the ripple of stomach muscles beneath my skin as I stood shivering and imagining that a man was whipping my pouting bottom prior to shoving his mammoth rod deep into my bowels to punish my narcissism. 
             
My breasts are much larger than fashion dictates and arrogantly topped by strawberry-like nipples which had grown even more sensitive than they already were so that the merest touch from my fingers made me aroused. As I looked at their reflection they seemed to be visibly throbbing and swelling as if crying out for the pain and the pleasure of my fingertips. I thought that they looked like ripe fruit stuck to my breasts waiting to be chewed, sucked, licked and tortured. With a cry of surrender I gave in to the sexual urge which overwhelmed me as, seemingly of their own volition, my hands slipped under my breasts. I caressed the nipples with my thumbs savouring the exquisite, tingling sensations which streaked through my naked body as I rolled them from side to side. It was so stimulating, to see myself stroking my naked body, that I couldn't tear myself away from the mirror or take my hands away from my breasts. I lifted them up all the way until I could take each nipple, in turn, between my lips and suck on them as hard as I could. I tongue-lashed the tips coating them with saliva and they immediately swelled into itchy hardness so I used my sharp teeth, biting hard on the swollen nub, to mix pain with pleasure in and effort to ease the pressure. This blend of sensations was something I'd never believed could be so erotic and knew that I could use it to satisfy my insatiable lust. I transferred my mouth to the other nipple and subjected it to the same harsh treatment and, by the time I'd finished nibbling on them, they were extremely swollen and tingling like mad as the blood rushed into them. At last I allowed them to pop free from the constraint of my full lips. I stared at their reflection in the mirror which made me go funny all over. My hands, twin initiators of erotic pleasures, slid down from my breasts over the smooth, flat expanse of my muscular belly. I extended my fingers over the plump, shaven mound of Venus and different but equally exquisite pleasures rippled through me as they pressed against the soft cushion of my newly smooth skin. I loved the sensation of the silky skin not being marred by coarse pubic hair. I slid my fingers down farther until I could feel the first drops of my excitation adorning the fat lips of my vagina. The dewdrops were sticky to the touch and my fingertips became instantly slippery so I smeared it around my sex lips massaging them like moist dough between my nipping fingers. My eyes were almost closed but open enough so that I could see, in the mirror, what I was doing to myself and imagining that I had an audience increased my pleasure twofold. It had always been a secret fantasy of mine to perform outrageous, sexual acts in front of an audience but being rather shy had never believed it could ever happen.
             
I was floating in a wonderful world of intense sexual sensations partly from what I was doing to myself and partly because my head was full of kinky fantasies of being thoroughly and obscenely exposed to strangers. In a moment of unconscious and complete surrender I spread my legs wide and thrust my bottom back while rocking my hips in a gesture of total surrender to my needs. Almost without knowing what I was doing yet, at the same time, aware of every nuance of my caresses I slipped my forefinger into the already opened and eager opening of my love channel and felt quivering sensations ripple along the entire length of my vagina, before it continued sweeping throughout my body to grip my lungs so fiercely that I started panting for breath. My finger churned up the slippery liquid which was fast building up inside my sheath. Breathing hard I gently brushed my puffy sex lips further open to expose the erectile nub of my clitoris, which was already poking cheekily out of its concealment. I bent my legs slightly so that my pussy was even better exposed to my eyes, in the mirror. The obscene position made my sex completely available to my questing fingers and I began shamelessly manipulating my pussy. I flicked and stroked my clitoris to a higher level of passion. I even used my sharp fingernails to clip the head. I was massively aroused and aware of how much harder I was manipulating my sex since I'd discovered the twin pleasures of pain and ecstasy. 
             
Before being shown that it was illusionary I'd enjoyed a reasonable level of pleasure and had always climaxed when making love. Okay it had not made the earth shake but had been nice but things had changed. My sexual pleasure seemed to have risen to a higher consciousness and it was highly addictive and I knew that, given the chance, I would do absolutely anything required to achieve it no matter how demeaning or obscene. The idea that I would submit again to Mr. Hendricks's wishes filled my waking hours.
             
I saw, in the mirror, that my sex mound was coated with white, slimy juices which glistened wetly on my skin. I stared at my image in the mirror and it was like looking at a stranger whose eyes were glittering with sensual passion, whose naked breasts were heaving dramatically and who's inner thighs were glistening with thick vaginal juices while her full lips were open and glistening wetly with spit as the pointed pink tongue slithered from side to side like a sexy snake searching for something to lick. I knew exactly what it wanted to lick, a big fat and very hard penis. I lifted my hand to my mouth and watched as I used my tongue to lick up all the pussy juice from my fingers which were very sweet that day so that I wanted more.
             
Somehow I managed to tear myself away from my reflection, with the greatest difficulty, and hurried into the bathroom. My sex clenched with the agony of not being allowed to climax. I could feel the sticky wetness of my sex juices running freely down my thighs and my pussy squishing liquidly as I moved. I was dying for a pee and I sat down on the loo. Opening my sex lips wide apart, with the tips of my fingers, I started peeing. Looking down I watched the golden liquid cascading down and pulling strands of silvery sex juice downward, with the power of the flow, and they resembled a glistening silvery, pearl necklace as they swung from side to side while being battered by the golden liquid. My fingers drifted to my clit and I gave it a hard and painful squeeze and tugged it out as far as I could before I stood up. I asked myself whether I'd grown so depraved, so quickly that I needed more and more degrading acts to satisfy my insatiable need for sex.
             
As the bath water flowed and swirled over my breasts, legs and against the excited tissues of my vagina and nipples it gently calmed and soothed me until I was almost in complete control of my desires. The itch in my sex had not faded but had become a dull throb which I could live with until I could achieve a true orgasm. After I'd dried myself I walked over to the bed. My heart was fluttering. It felt as if I had butterflies in my stomach as I took my trusty vibrator from the beside cabinet's drawer. I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the wardrobe mirrors. It was something I'd never done before, watched myself masturbating, and it felt very naughty. Staring into the mirror I twisted the end and it started to hum as I slipped the tip between my now-smooth sex-lips. I almost screamed out with ecstasy as the tip of the vibrating cylinder whipped up my juices into froth. After the initial shock my pussy relaxed and allowed the whirring, smooth cylinder to slowly ease deep inside my throbbing vagina. I opened my knees further apart and thrust my smooth mound forward, so that I could more clearly see, in the mirror, the regular in and out movement of the vibrator. I could see that my face was flushed and my eyes were round with anticipation as I began to rub my clitoris with the tip of a finger. My love button was very red and as hard as a stud. It seemed as if it only took seconds before my arousal was spiralling upward to explode in a wonderfully relieving orgasm which had me moaning and gasping as my womb imploded. It was bigger than any previously and I realised that shaving had greatly sensitised my sex. It took a long time for me to come down from my peak. It was bliss and I basked in the afterglow but was staggered to discover that I was still horny. In an act of mad lewdness I decided not to clean myself up but leave my pussy all gooey with thick sex juices. I'd read that the aroma of an aroused female released a kind of chemical in men's brains which made them aroused.

I went back into the bathroom and reached inside the medicine cabinet for my birth-control pills. I stared at them, for a long while, before I tipped them into the toilet bowl and flushed it. I’d taken a huge step and knew the likely consequences but they didn’t matter. I had committed myself fully and irrevocably to my Master. It took only forty-nine days from the time I flushed my Pills to looking at the pregnancy stick and confirming that I was pregnant and that it could only be Mr. Hendricks’s child as I had not slept with Jack since his boss had enslaved me.