Disciplining Marsha
by RLM
Daily Routine:
Marsha Allen had just finished her usual breakfast of dry
toast, oatmeal, and juice. Her husband Wade was still working on
his scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and juice.
"I've got to hurry, Wade. Otherwise I'll be late for the
meeting of my literary club. Be certain to empty the dryer, put
the clothes in a basket so you can fold them when you get home
from work. I have put the next load of laundry in a basket
beside the washing machine. Put it in to wash before you leave
for work. As soon as you get home, put those clothes in the
dryer or they'll mildew."
Wade nodded to his wife as he continued working on his eggs and
bacon. "Did you hear me, Wade?"
"Yes, Dear. I heard you... empty the dryer, put the next load
into the washer, and be certain to put them into the dryer as
soon as I come home from work."
"Well, nod your head or something when I give you directions,
so I'll know that you both heard and understand. It's really
not hard. Just bob your head up and down."
"All right, Dear. I'll remember to do that."
"Good. We're going out for dinner tonight. See you later."
"Where are we going?"
"I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know."
Before leaving for work, Wade followed his wife's instructions
to the letter... removing the clothes from the dryer... putting
them on the dining room table so he would remember to fold them
later on... and starting the next load of wash. When he
finished, he had to hurry or he would be late for work at the
bank.
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Wade was indeed late for work, by 6 minutes. He hurried to his
office, nodding to his secretary as he entered. At 34, Wade
Allen was already an Associate Vice-President whose primary
responsibility involved the assessment of the value of collateral
being submitted by the bank's clients when they applied for
loans. He was already examining the stack of folders on his desk
when Haskell Richardson, the bank's president, stuck his head in
the door.
"Good morning, Wade. Is every thing Ok?"
"Every thing's fine, Haskell. Just got a late start this
morning. Sorry about that."
"Not a problem, Wade. It's your astute evaluations of
collateral that we want... not your presence 8 hours a day. You
know that."
"I do, Haskell, and I appreciate it."
"Just stopped by to remind you that CC will be paying us a
visit this next week. He's particularly interested in our loan
business and practice, so you can expect to be the key player for
the bank. He'll be spending a lot of time looking over your
shoulder."
"I'll be ready, Haskell. I'm sure CC will be more than
satisfied with every thing by the time he leaves."
"Great! Let me know if you need anything... additional
secretarial help... whatever."
"Thanks. I will."
After Haskell left, I quickly scanned my check list of things
that needed to be done before CC arrived. CC was short for
Cortez Cardona, the CEO of the corporation. I knew he would be
conducting an incredibly thorough investigation. There were
many, many rumors about CC that involved his money, his power,
his dominating personality, and the women he left in his wake.
None of that concerned me. All that mattered in my mind was the
efficiency of the loan operation of our bank.
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Marsha still wasn't home when I arrived around 5:30 PM.
Although I had already put in a tense and difficult day at work,
I knew that I needed to hurry. I removed the wet clothes from
the washing machine and put them into to dry. While that was in
progress, I folded all the dried clothes that were on the dining
room table and put them up in our bedroom. By that time, the
other clothes were dry. It took me 15 minutes to fold and hang
them up. When Marsha arrived, the laundry was completed, and I
was busy vacuuming the floor in preparation for the reception for
CC on Monday.
Marsha examined my work and was apparently satisfied. "Good.
Seems like you got every thing done. I didn't think you would.
You know it's quite an imposition to have to host your CEO next
Monday night."
"I know, and I appreciate it, Dear. Have you decided where
we're going to eat tonight?"
"We're going to Luigi's. I'm going to take a short nap. Be
ready in 30 minutes, Wade. I'm hungry."
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After dinner, Marsha said, "There's a new movie showing at the
mall. The women in my literary club said it's very good. We
just have time to make the 8 PM showing."
"I've heard about that movie, Marsha. It's really a chick
flick. Why don't you and your friends at the literary club go?"
"Because I'd rather go tonight. Hurry up. I don't want to
miss the start."
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It was after 10 PM when we got back home. The movie was even
worse than I had anticipated... two women struggling to find
themselves and learn the true meaning of life. The only saving
grace was my wife's sexy legs and ass, which I spent most of the
movie either looking at or thinking about. Now, as she walked
toward our bedroom, her ass swinging, I got hard thinking about
sinking my cock into her pussy.
When I entered our bedroom, she was already down to her bra,
panties, and stockings. Marsha was sitting in front of her
mirror brushing her hair. When she finished and turned to face
me, her legs spread wide allowing me to see that the lips of her
pussy weren't completely covered. Her bra was thin enough for me
to see her nipples through the material. I got even harder.
"Are you interested in making love, Honey? I'm already hard just
looking at you."
"I'm too tired, Wade. I told you that I had a hard day, and
the movie was sort of depressing." My wife sat down on our bed,
pulled down her bra, and opened her legs even wider when she gave
me the disappointing news.
"I told you that I didn't want to go."
"Well... we went... and I'm tired. Are you going to bed now?"
"No. I think I'll have a beer first."
"Ok. Just be careful not to wake me when you do come to bed,"
she said as she pulled the covers up over her now naked body.
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Reception for CC:
CC arrived at the bank promptly at 8 AM the following Monday
morning. After the obligatory greetings and introductions, he
was hard at work examining the bank's financial records by 8:30
AM. By 10 AM, he was in my office going over all my records,
demanding more information, and subjecting me to an intense
grilling.
"Mr. Allen," he said softly but firmly, "I'd like to see your
records concerning loans rejected, please."
"Yes, Sir. All of those records for the past two years are in
the stack of folders marked "R" on the table."
For the next two hours, CC went over every single record while
I worked on more current bank business. Finally, he closed the
folder and looked at me. "Remarkable... just remarkable. The
independent follow-up studies conducted by the bank show that
your recommendation was correct over 90% of the time. The
collateral being offered in almost every case ended up not being
sufficient to cover the loan when default occurred. Now, if you
don't mind, I would like to examine the record of loans approved
by you."
"Certainly, Sir. Those are in the stack marked "A"."
CC skipped lunch and so did I. Around 2 PM, he again closed
the "A" files and said, "Outstanding! Even brilliant! Not one
single case of inadequate collateral when loans had to be called.
How do you manage this?"
"Just hard work, Mr. Cardona. I spend a lot of time studying
market trends and specific stocks. When collateral is offered
about which I'm not knowledgeable, I make it a point to correct
that gap in my knowledge and information before making
decisions."
"Tell me, do you apply this talent to your own stock portfolio,
or do you only make recommendations to the bank?"
"I always put my own money behind my recommendations to the
bank, Sir. I wouldn't feel justified without doing that."
"Impressive. How successful have you been in your own
investments?"
"About the same record as that for the bank, Sir. The income
my wife and I enjoy comes more from my stock investments than
from my salary with the bank."
"Well... that's one thing that not satisfactory... absolutely
unsatisfactory."
Confused, I replied, "I don't understand, Sir."
"Simple, by this time next month, your salary with the bank
will have increased a great deal. This is the best performance
of any loan officer with any bank in our corporation. It's so
good, in fact, that we must be able to make use of your
exceptional talents to an even greater extent than we're doing."
I was both stunned and elated at the same time. "I don't know
what to say other than, thank you, Sir. Your confidence in me is
even more rewarding than any raise you might arrange."
"Great job, Wade. Just a great job! Haskell tells me the
reception tonight is at your home. I'm really looking forward to
it."
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Our home was crowded that evening. Every employee of the bank
and their spouse was present. The caterer had done a superb job.
The wine was varied and excellent. We had turned our game room
into a dance floor, and judging from the number of couples
dancing, that was proving to be a big hit as well.
CC was chatting with me about sports when Marsha came over.
"Marsha, I'd like for you to meet Mr. Cortez Cardona. He's the
CEO of the corporation. Mr. Cardona this is my wife, Marsha."
"Delighted," CC said in a silken voice. "You're even more
beautiful than I had been told. Please call me either CC or
Cortez. And Wade, I would be very pleased if you would do the
same."
"Why, thank you CC. Wade, please see that caterers have
brought enough sandwiches and dessert."
"All right, Dear. Please excuse me, CC."
I hurried off to do what my wife had instructed. It was 15
minutes before I got every thing straightened out. CC was still
chatting with my wife when I joined them. When I approached, I
saw that she was very close to him with her large breasts pressed
against his arm.
Turning to me, Marsha said, "Did you do what I told you?" When
I nodded, she added, "Good. I usually have to tell him
everything more than once, CC. Now go check the champagne, Wade.
Make sure the waiters have an adequate supply."
Again, I nodded and left on my assigned task. This time it
took a little over 10 minutes. When I once more rejoined my wife
and CC, she again asked, "Did you take care of the checking on
the champagne?" She still had her breasts touching Cardona's arm
as she was speaking to me. In fact, it seemed to be more than
just touching... it looked to me as if she was rubbing them
against his arm.
"Yes, Dear. The waiters assure me that there's no problem."
"Ok. Now several of our guests are ready to leave but as you
can see, if you take the time to look, that quite a few of them
have had too much to drink. I want you to be their designated
driver, Wade. Drive the Bartels home. They're ready to leave.
Hurry back because the Jackson's need the same service. By the
time you get that done, you'll need to drive the Gardiner's back
home."
"But that's at least 40 miles there and 40 back," I protested.
"You're a real marvel with numbers, Wade. Just drive them and
make sure they arrive home safely."
Acutely embarrassed in front of my CEO, I nodded and left to
serve as the Bartels designated driver. I drove within the speed
limit, but made the best time I could. As soon as I got back to
our home, the Jacksons were waiting for me. After taking them
home, I returned a second time, picked up the Gardiners and
started the long trip to their home.
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Not long after my husband left, our guests began to leave, all
of them except CC. The man exuded incredible confidence and
power. I was pleased that he wanted to stay longer. I had had
my breasts against him much of the evening. I knew he was hoping
for more.
"Would you like another drink, CC? I'll be happy to make one
for you," I said, giving him my best smile.
"No thank you. A drink doesn't interest me. At the moment,
I'm much more interested in you."
I felt my face flush with a combination of pleasure,
embarrassment, and some fear. Flirting was something I enjoyed
but that as far as I cared for things to go. Fondling was too
far, and sex was out of the question. I didn't enjoy sex that
much even with my husband. But I knew enough about men to
realize that a powerful man like CC would not long tolerate a
reluctant female. I couldn't think of anything to say.
"I've spent most of the day today with your husband inspecting
his work. I was looking for poor performance, incompetence or
worse. Do you know what I found?"
"No. But I can imagine. As you've seen, I have to repeat
orders to him all the time."
"No... I don't think you have any idea at all, Marsha. What I
found was a level of excellence of performance I have never seen
before. Wade is dedicated, hard working, courageous, and an
absolutely brilliant analyst. Tell me, are you always so
insulting to your husband?"
"I wasn't insulting. I just told him to assist our guests."
"It was much more than that, Marsha. But we don't have time to
discuss your behavior further. Wade will be back in an hour and
a half to two hours. We will need all of that time. Shall we
go?"
"Go where? Need time for what?"
"To your bedroom, of course. I'm going to fuck you."
"I'm not going to have sex with you," I sputtered.
"Yes, you are. You've been teasing and flirting with me all
night. You haven't missed a single opportunity to thrust your
large tits out and press them against me... accidentally, of
course. I have enjoyed it as you have, but we're both going to
enjoy fucking much more. Lead the way, Marsha."
CC took my arm and propelled me toward the rear of the house
where the master bedroom was. "Let me go! I don't want to have
sex with you. Just because I teased you a little doesn't mean I
want to do it."
I was struggling in his grasp. He looked surprised... actually
surprised. His surprise allowed me to slip out of his gasp and
kick him hard in the shin. A grunt of pain came from his lips.
I had hurt him and that pleased me.
"Enough! No woman teases and flirts, flaunts her tits and
presses them against a man while sending her husband off on silly
errands to get him out of the house, and then kicks the man she's
been teasing. That's outrageous!"
CC moved toward me again. When he was within range, I suddenly
moved forward and brought my knee up hard and fast between his
legs. But he knew what I intended and was ready for it. At the
last moment, he moved aside, and my knee hit the outside of his
thigh and slid off harmlessly. He didn't give me another chance.
Before I realized what was happening, CC had picked me up while
holding my about the waist as my legs and arms flailed the air.
Instead of carrying me into the bedroom as I expected, he walked
a few steps to one of the couches, sat down, and turned me over
his knees, face down.
I was struggling wildly trying to get off his lap, but he was
far too strong for me. I expected him to start screaming at me.
Instead, he spoke in calm, icy voice that sent shivers through
me.
"Lift your hips, Marsha, so I can pull up your dress...
otherwise, it will rip apart when I pull it up. It would be a
shame to ruin such a beautiful garment. Now! Lift your hips!"
I was shaking too hard to move. He shrugged and pulled my
dress higher on my hips. "Last chance, Marsha. Lift your hips
or say goodbye to your dress."
I was shuddering so hard, I couldn't think. I realized my hips
were lifting allowing CC to pull my dress up around my waist.
Only the thin white panties still preserved my modesty. I
knew... just knew the way a woman knows... that they wouldn't
preserve it much longer.
The sound of my panties being torn apart filled the room.
"OOohhhh... noooo... don't please... don't."
He ignored me as I knew he would. The cool air on my now naked
ass sent even more shivers of fear and something else through me.
"Arch your ass, Marsha. Arch your ass! Now!"
I realized I was doing as he said. My ass arched. He held me
firmly in place with one hand and brought the other one down on
my naked ass with authority. Stinging pain shot through my ass.
"AAAUUUGGG... AAAEEEIIII... DON'T... STOP... NOOOOOOO!"
CC began to spank my ass even harder, alternating between
cheeks until both felt like they were on fire. I was learning
how a cow felt when being branded.
"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"
"OOHH... OOHH... OOHH... STOP... AAAEEE... GGHHAA... GGHHAAA.
NOOO..NOOO...STOP... STOP!"
Desperately, I tried to shield my burning ass with my hands,
but Cardona held them pinned against the small of my back. His
hand was now roaming all over my bottom... from the left cheek to
the right one... then downward to the tops of my thigh... then
right on my ass crack. Harder and harder. I was shrieking and
wailing helplessly.
Cardona�s hand descended on my ass again and again. WHACK! I
screamed. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK.! WHACK! Now, I was gasping.
Just when the burning pain was radiating through my ass and
downward into my pussy, I felt my vagina beginning to throb...
Moments later, my clitoris was erect and throbbing even harder
than my vagina. WHACK! CC's hand spanked just below my anus.
My clit expanded and danced.
"AAHHH!!" came my explosive cry of passion.
"Spread your legs, Marsha. Open your legs wide... do it now!"
I didn't even hesitate. My right leg was almost off Cardona's
lap I was spread so wide. I knew he was staring right at my
throbbing pussy. I wanted him to see it. I tried to spread even
wider.
Cardona's hand was now between my gaping thighs against my wet
pussy. He was spanking it... not hard... but hard enough to make
me throb and howl. I knew I was going to cum... I was so close.
But the closer I got, the slower the hand moved. When I was
right on the edge of a blinding orgasm, he stopped.
"NOOOoooo... don't stop! FINISH MEEEEEEEEEEEE! DAMN YOU!
FINISH ME!!"
My ass was on fire, but my cunt and clit were throbbing with
need to such an extent that I didn't even feel the burning of my
ass. Then I heard that firm, calm, no-nonsense masculine voice.
"Are you ready to behave like a woman instead of a shrew,
Marsha?"
"You Bastard!" I shouted. "Why did....AAAAEEEEEEEEE!"
That was as far as I got before the hand whacked my naked ass
with the hardest blow yet. Once more, that hot, masculine voice
cut through my female brain:
"Are you ready to behave like a woman instead of a shrew,
Marsha?"
"Ooohhh god, yes... YES!"
"Are you ready to be fucked, Marsha?"
"Please... please!"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me," I moaned helplessly still aware of the
demanding throbbing of my vagina and clitoris.
Once more, I felt Cardona effortlessly sweep me up in his arms.
This time, however, I held on by wrapping my arms about his neck
and snuggling against his powerful body. He had one hand on my
ass as he took me to the bedroom. I squirmed against it, hoping
he would rub my pussy. He didn't. By the time we reached the
master bedroom, I was again wild with sexual heat.
He threw the covers back with one hand while holding me with
the other. When he put on the bed, he began to remove his own
clothes. "I'm going to allow you to select the first fucking
position, Marsha. Be in it by the time I have my clothes off.
After that, I shall be in charge as it should be. You will be
fucked however I decide to fuck you."
I wasn't trembling any longer. I was shaking like a leaf.
Without wasting a moment, I got on my hands and knees, lowered my
head to the bed, arched my still burning ass high in the air,
spread my knees wide, and reached back and pulled my cunt open,
something that I had never, ever done for my husband.
Cardona didn't make me wait. I felt his cock against my
pussy... slowly sliding up and down my soaked sex trench. The
sensation was delicious, particularly when his cock reached my
erect clitoris. CC rotated his cock in sensuous circles about my
throbbing organ causing my vagina to repeatedly contract and
open, begging for entry.
The head entered my sex channel and pushed deeper inside. Hard
spasms of pleasure shot up and down my vagina. He gave me more.
I remember groaning helplessly as I was impaled on his throbbing
shaft. The big cock stretched me open more and more until the
head bottomed out in my cunt. I grunted like a whore and began
to beg:
"OOOhhhhh fuck me, Cortez. Fuck me! Hard. Please... Harder!
Faster!"
My head was suddenly jerked backwards as Cardona used my hair
to pull my cunt back onto his cock. As my hips were pulled
backward, he drove his prick in hard... deep... slugging it
against my womb. I came... hard... my cunt and clit expanding
and pulsing. The hard cock didn't give me a moment to recover.
Instead, Cortez rammed into me even harder.
When my hair was released, I was unable to hold my head up.
The sensations erupting inside my pussy were too intense. With
my head on the bed, my hair was out of his reach so he used my
arms instead. They were both pulled back and used as handholds
to jerk my ass onto his huge dick as he fucked me even harder.
With all eight inches of cock hammering against my womb, I came
again... and then again. Cortez began spanking my ass as he
fucked me. Although I was shrieking... begging him not to spank
me so hard... my orgasms surged to even greater heights.
"I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt, Marsha. I have not
ejaculated inside a woman in over a week so the load will be
huge. I suggest you take an extra birth control pill later
tonight. Are you ready?"
"Aahh... AAHH... Aahh... In ... IN... SHOOT... me... in
... aaahhh... meee," I heard myself babbling.
The huge, throbbing phallus plowed into my upraised cunt as
Cardona fucked me like a sex slave. I was grunting into the bed
covers as saliva ran from my open mouth. I could feel the huge
organ expanding... throbbing... jerking inside me... then came
the slickness... the squishing noises of cum being pumped into a
female hole and churned into a thick froth by a huge male piston.
I heard my own voice howling as my sex organs exploded around
Cardona's eruping cock.
I don't know how long I lay there on the bed, lungs heaving,
mouth open and gasping, cum running in rivers out of my stretched
cunt. I felt Cortez moving around. I moaned... knowing that he
would fuck me again. When I opened my eyes, I saw this powerful
masculine stud lying on his back. He gazed at me with his dark,
smoldering eyes and gave me one word commands:
"SUCK!"
Pushing myself up on one arm, I grasped Cardona's cock. He was
already hard again. It was just huge... a thick, pulsing, pussy
destroyer. There was no possible way I could get his organ into
my mouth, but I was certainly going to try. Kissing the big
pulsing head, I rammed my mouth down the shaft and gagged as it
hit the opening to my throat.
He held me in place and slowly began to mouth fuck me until 6
inches were entering and leaving on each stroke. I could hear
him grunting with male satisfaction each time I sucked on his
rod. I thought he might cum in my mouth, but he prefered my
cunt.
"MOUNT!"
When I raised my body and straddled his hips, the sight of his
semen dripping from my vagina onto his belly was erotic...
dirty... and intensely exciting. My cunt throbbed at the sight.
Wrapping my hand about his sex stick, I steadied it as I raised
my hips high above the purple, engored head, its small, single
eye opening with desire for the hot, wet hole right above it.
Cortez jerked my hips downward impaling me on his shaft which
raced up my cum-slickened channel to my waiting womb.
"UUGGHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Again, this man I had just met was fucking me with hard,
determined strokes, each one thudding with authority into my
spastically contracting pussy. With my vagina filled with the
thick sperm and semen from his first load, each plunge of his
organ into me produced an erotic series of squishing sounds that
quickly had me on the brink of another climax. His cock took me
over the edge with one hard thrust that lifted my hips high.
After I had cum another time as Cardona held my hips steady and
powered hard, rapid, deep fuck strokes into me, he pulled me back
so that I was lying on top of his body with his prick still
deeply sunk into my pussy. He whispered softly into my ear:
"I must cum in you again. This time I want to watch my cock
fucking your cunt... sinking in and out of you as I fill your
pussy once more with my cream."
My body just shook with excitement as he said it. "Put me on
my back, Darling. On the edge of the bed. You can stand by the
side and fuck me. When I left my legs you'll be able to see
every thing."
"Beautiful." he whispered in return.
The position was almost obscene. He held my legs by my ankles
high in the air... spreading me wide open as his thick, long cock
fucked in and out of my gaping hole. He could see every thing.
"God! You have an enormous clit. I shall have to spend a lot
of time pleasuring it the next time I fuck you."
At the words "next time", my pussy contracted in a hard spasm.
He fucked me harder and my orgasm surged through my tightly
plugged vagina.
"I'm not sure we can do this again... aahhhhhh... uunngghhh..."
"Quiet! We fuck when I say we fuck. Now, I'm going to cum
inside you again."
I could feel his organ expanding, throbbing, and then jerking
in repeated spasms as Cardona shot a series of thick streams of
semen and sperm deep inside me. When his cock finally subsided,
the neck of my womb was immersed in a deep pool of thick male
fluids. I wondered if his huge loads could make me pregnant in
spite of my birth control pills.
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Because of the heavy traffic, It was two hours before I made it
back to our house.
When I arrived home, all the guests had left, and the house was
empty. Even most of the lights were out. I found Marsha in our
bedroom. She turned over when I came into the room, so I knew
she wasn't asleep. I stripped off my clothes as quickly as
possible and climbed into bed beside her. I was hard... really
hard.
Snuggling up against Marsha, I was delighted to find her naked.
I ran my hand over her ass and reached around her to cup her
tits. She ignored me. Hoping to fire her sexual desire, I
pressed my hand between her thighs onto her pussy. I was
momentarily encouraged by her completely soaked and gushing cunt.
Even her inner thighs were wet. But she pulled away from me.
"I'm too tired and I've had too much to drink, Wade. I don't
want to have sex."
"But you're wet... really wet!"
"I know. I was hot and waiting for you, but you took too long,
and I fell asleep. Now I'm too sleepy to fuck. Go to sleep or
whatever."
"We haven't made love in a week, Marsha. I'm so hard, Darling.
I want you so badly. Please."
"I told you I'm sleepy and tired. What part of that don't you
understand?"
I gave up.
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Tuesday:
Although CC continued his inspection of the bank throughout the
entire week, he was not present nearly as much as he had been on
Monday. Each morning he prepared lists of information and
documents that he wanted to inspect the following morning. He
then spent the rest of the morning examining the documents he had
requested the previous day. After lunch, we never saw him in the
building.
When I asked Haskell about this on Tuesday afternoon, he said,
"CC has rented a suite of rooms at the Marriott for the week. He
told me he prefers to work there so as to avoid distractions."
That seemed reasonable to me so I gave the matter no further
thought.
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"I told you we couldn't do this again, Cortez. I'm married. I
can't and won't have sex with you again. I just came over here
to tell you that," I said firmly... meaning every word.
"Be quite and bend over the arm of the couch. Now.!" Cardova
ordered.
"I will not!" I screamed at him.
Cortez shook his head and calmly removed his belt. Holding one
of my arms, he gave me one sharp lash of the belt across my
thighs. Even though my dress shielded me a little, the sharp
stinging pain still brought a groan from my lips.
"Are you certain you wouldn't like to be fucked, Marsha?" he
asked, once again punctuating his question with a second stroke
of the belt... this time across my ass.
"OOooohhhhh god..." I moaned deep in my throat.
Cardova whipped my ass again. Once more, I heard myself moan,
but the burning of my ass was overpowered by the intensely
exciting feeling of my vagina throbbing. When Cortez again
pushed my toward the couch, I didn't resist.
Once he had me lying over the arm of the couch, his hands
caressed and spanked my ass through my dress. The spanking was
firm and erotic rather than punishing. Very quickly, I felt my
body pulsing with excitement as my hips squirmed beneath his
hands.
"Pull your dress up, Marsha."
When I hesitated, Cortez began spanking me harder. "Pull your
dress up, Marsha," he said again, this time more firmly. I knew
it was my last warning before I felt his belt again. I was
amazed to find myself still hesitating when I knew what the
penalty would be.
"WHACK!" Cardona's belt hit my butt with sufficient firmness
and force to cause me to howl. The strip of ass flesh beneath
the belt burned, but my cunt was contracting with excitement.
Frantically, I yanked my dress up around my waist exposing my
thin, white panties. A few seconds later, those panties were
gone as Cardona swiftly pulled them off. Now, nothing was
protecting my naked ass.
"See this, Marsha?" I heard him ask.
Looking back, I saw he was holding an English-type discipline
cane. It was a wicked-looking, thin cane that would rip my
buttocks open if applied with force. I felt Cortez lay it across
my ass.
"Do you wish to be fucked, Marsha?"
When I didn't answer quickly enough, I heard the swish of the
cane through the air and then felt my ass burst into a line of
hot fire where the cane had struck.
"GGGHHHHAAAAAAAA!!"
The cane swished through the air again and second line of fire
covered my other ass cheek. That was followed by a series of
light taps with the cane that had me arching my ass higher to get
more of the sensation. My pussy was gushing.
"More... more... I'm about to cum... spank me more," I gasped
as I ground my mound against the surface of the couch trying
desperately to make myself cum.
"Hot maso bitch!" Cortez spanked my naked butt with his hand
until my hips were pumping frantically in hot fuck motions. Just
before I climaxed, Cardona stopped.
"Ooohhh... please... Don't stop. I'm about to cum. Do me
more... please!"
Cardona again ignored me. Instead of bringing me to a climax,
he carried me to the bed where he tied my wrists together and
pulled my arms over my head and bound them to the bed frame.
After blindfolding me, he went to the foot of the bed and tied my
ankles as he had my breasts. My tits were thrust upward, and
Cardona took immediate advantage of my position.
In an instant, he had my bra off and was pulling, twisting,
tugging, and finally sucking on my nipples while squeezing and
manipulating both of my breasts. Each time my nipples were
sucked hard, squeezed, or pulled, the sensations rippled down my
body to my pussy where they produced hard contractions of my
vagina and dancing pulsations of my erect clitoris. In just
seconds, Cardona had my hips thrusting and churning as if I was
being fucked.
It took only a few minutes before my hole erupted in an intense
orgasm. Quickly, Cardona untied my ankles and spread-eagled me.
"Your clit is fucking huge, Marsha. Look down and you can see
it throbbing and dancing in and out of your slit."
"Ooohhhh shit... I can feel it... I don't have to see it...
ooohhhh fuckkkkkkk," I moaned as the delicious sensations
engulfed my sex organs.
I was still throbbing when I felt Cortez's tongue licking my
slit and then my clit. It expanded and contracted in hot spasms.
He stabbed me with his tongue tip, and my pussy whooshed air.
Using the flat of his tongue, he dragged it slowly and sensuously
up the engorged shaft of my throbbing clit. I came again. My
blindfold was removed as juices ran from my excited hole and
seeped down the crack of my ass.
My eyes had not quite become accustomed to the light when my
vagina and clitoris exploded in an intense orgasm from the
vibrator that was being pressed between my legs.
"AAAEEEEIIIIIIIIII.... TOO INTENSE... STOP!
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWD! CAN'T TAKE THIS....
UUNNNGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
All my wails and begging produced was more pressure of the
vibrator against my wildly pulsing clit followed my a wild
rotation of the vibrating knob all over the surface of my pussy.
My pussy again whooshed air as it contracted in hard spasms. In
just minutes, l lost bladder control and peed all over the bed in
uncontrolled spurts.
After a half dozen, intense orgasms, my system could take no
more, and I lost consciousness.
I have no idea how long I was out. When I came to, my legs
were high in the air and spread wide. Cortez was mounted on me
thrusting his huge cock in and out of my dilated cunt. Every
stroke was driving my hips deep into the mattress. As the cock
head thudded into my womb, Cortez's pubic bone was mashed hard
against my clitoris. He rotated his hips causing me to scream
with the intense sensations that were exploding through my
swollen clitoris. If it was large before, it felt huge...
swollen... engorged as Cortez worked it ... making it erupt in
one orgasm after another.
The randy CEO screwed me like a hot whore... which is exactly
what he made me feel like. "OOohhhh god... sooo good... fuck me
harder, Darling... screw my pussy, Baby. I'm cumming again....
aaaahhhhhhhh... shit... fuck me!"
"Take you hot Slut!"
"Yessssssssssss...
FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT..FUCKIT!!"
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Tuesday evening, I found Marsha asleep in our bedroom when I
arrived home. Shaking her gently to awaken her, I asked, "Are
you all right, Dear? I've never seen you take a nap this early
in the day."
"Oooh, yes, I'm fine. Just needed to rest. How long have you
been home?"
"I just got home. What tired you out so much today?"
"I .. eh... I had a lot of meetings."
"What meetings? I didn't know you were going to any meeting
today."
"I just got tired... all right! Let's go out for dinner."
"Sure. No problem. Any preferences?"
"You pick."
As we were heading to the car, Marsha was moving very slowly.
Playfully, I swatted her on the butt and said, "Let's move it,
Darling. Your husband is starving."
"UUNNGGHHH! Don't... that hurts."
"It hurt? I hardly swatted you. Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes... yes.. I told you I was fine. Just tired."
"You're walking funny too," I said very puzzled.
"Would you stop! Enough Already! Let's go eat."
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Wednesday:
At 1 PM on Wednesday, Marsha was once again in Cardona�s suite
of rooms in the Marriott Inn. This time, she had put up no
protest when CC had called her that morning and ordered her to
come over at 12:30 PM. Nor did she protest when he ordered her
strip down her stockings and heels. They were both white, and
when she had looked at herself in the mirror earlier that
morning, she thought she looked very sexy. She hoped that Cortez
thought so too.
Once she was naked except for the heels and hose, she eagerly
mounted the exercise bench, straddling it with her ass close to
the end. Her pussy was already throbbing when she felt Cardona
tying her ankles to the rear legs and her wrists to the front
legs. The position had her large breasts mashed hard against the
surface of the padded bench. It also arched her hips and totally
exposed both her ass and her cunt.
Cardona spent five minutes rubbing Marsha's ass in slow
sensuous circles. After five minutes, she was squirming,
moaning, and trying desperately to hunch her ass upward, but her
bounds held her tightly against the bench.
Gradually, the slow stroking of her ass began to change to a
gently slapping of her cheeks. They jiggled each time Cardona's
hand slapped them. With each slap, the blows became harder until
Cortez was spanking her harder and faster.
"Oh ugh... Ooohh... uugghh... Oh ugh... Ooohh... uugghh..."
Cardona spanked Marsha's sweating, wildly excited ass again and
again. Her body went rigid, her toes pointed, and her mouth
opening in hoarse scream. Most of her muscles contracted as a
torrent of sexual juices squirted powerfully from her vagina.
Marsha's ass had long since turned red. "OOohhh god... ooohhh
god... I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmm...."
Without warning, Cardona stopped and said, "I have some
paperwork to finish, Marsha, before I'll have time to finish you.
I'll be back in about a half hour."
"Nooo... you can't leave me here like this. Please... do me
now. Do your work later... please," she begged trying to spread
her legs even wider to persuade him to take care of her needs
first. "Please! Fuck me now!"
"Quiet! I said later."
It was almost 40 minutes before Cardona returned. Marsha was
writhing on the exercise bench, moaning, her pussy soaked with
her need. For the past 20 minutes, she had been trying
unsuccessfully to rub her clitoris against the leather surface so
she could cum.
"GGGHHHAAAAAA... GAWD! FUCK MEEEEEEE... PLEASE... SCREW ME
HARD... LET ME CUM!!"
When Marsha felt Cardona's cock entering her cunt, she began to
beg him to screw her harder... faster. Holding her hips for
leverage, he drove his huge cock deep inside her pussy... hard
and fast. By the time Cardona's sperm exploded into her cunt,
Wade's wife was having near continuous orgasms.
Around 3 PM, Cardona had Marsha on the bed, naked save for her
heels. She was leaning back with her legs up and spread wide
open, and her knees bent as she held her pussy open. Cardona
aimed the camera between her gaping thighs and zoomed in on her
open cunt.
"Smile, Marsha. When I'm back in corporate headquarters in
Atlanta, I'll have these pics to remind me of your luscious
body." Each time she heard the shutter click, her pussy
throbbed.
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Wednesday evening, it was more of the same. Although my wife
wasn't in bed when I got home from work, she was lying on the
couch. She looked like she had just come in from a three mile
run. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes mussed and damp
with sweat.
"Did you just come in?" I asked.
"Yes... about five minutes before you did."
"You look exhausted again. What were you doing. You're
sweating so much, your dress is stuck to your body."
"I've been working out in the yard. It's hot, exhausting work.
I don't feel like going out to dinner. Why don't you order
something brought in."
I did as Marsha had asked. While waiting for dinner, I took a
stroll around the house. After checking every flower bed, every
bush, and every tree, I could find no indication that Marsha had
been working in the yard. The grass had not been mowed, and I
had never, ever seen her mow the grass.
That night, I once more tried to have sex with my wife and was
even less successful than I had been previously. She wouldn't
even undress in front of me.
"You know I've been very tired and worn out. I may be getting
sick. Please stop asking me for sex every night. When I feel
like it, I'll let you know."
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Thursday:
Early Thursday morning, Cortez Cardona entered Wade's office
with a smile. "Good morning, Wade. Hope you had a nice
evening."
"Good morning, Mr. Cardona. My evening was fine except Marsha
seems to be a bit out of sorts or something. How about you? Did
you have to work most of the night?"
"No, not at all, thanks to your excellent work. In fact, I've
finished up my work here. I do have one more job I would like
for you to handle for me."
"Not a problem. What is it?"
"I would like for you to draft an executive summary followed by
a synopsis of the analysis methods you employ in making
collateral evaluations. I intend to recommend to the Board of
Directors that your methods be adopted as the corporation
standard. Since I will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, I will
need it tomorrow morning. Is that possible?"
Wade was speechless for a moment. Finally, he regained his
voice. "I'm deeply flattered and pleased, Mr. Cardona. I will
certainly prepare a document that meets your standards and
requirements."
"Great... but there's no need for you to feel flattered. I'm
just delivering what you have most certainly earned. By the way,
what seems to be the problem with Marsha?"
"She's tired and exhausted all the time. But it's more than
that, I'm afraid."
"How so?"
"Well, she's just not very responsive... I'm sure you
understand what I mean."
Cardona nodded. "Wade, I would like for you set aside most of
tomorrow morning for a private meeting with me. We will go over
your synopsis and some other matters. Can your schedule
accommodate that?"
"For you... absolutely."
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It was nearly 11 AM when Marsha answered the phone.
Instinctively, she knew it was Cardona. It was.
"Good morning, Marsha. I shall be at your house at 1 PM. You
will be dressed in a pair of four-inch heels and nothing else.
Leave the front door unlocked. After I arrive, I will go
immediately to your bedroom where you will be waiting for me in
the proper position... on your knees, head on the bed, ass high
in the air, with your knees wide apart. Is all of this clear?"
Just listening to Cardona�s voice was sending shivers of sexual
excitement racing through Marsha's body. Automatically, her free
hand plunged between her thighs which pressed together in a death
grip locking her hand tightly against her throbbing pussy.
When there was no answer, Cardona repeated his question. "Is
that clear?" All he heard in response were Marsha's heated
moans.
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The door opened immediately when Cortez turned the knob shortly
before 1 PM. He didn't expect Marsha to greet him. After
closing and locking the door behind him, he began to remove his
clothes on his way to the master bedroom. Except for his pants
and briefs, he was naked when he reached it. As he expected,
Marsha was kneeling on the bed with her ass high in the air. She
was naked and waiting. Cardona could see the moisture of her
excitement seeping from her gaping pussy.
"Is that you, Cortez? Who's there?"
"A male with a very hard, large cock, Marsha. That's all you
need to know. Raise your ass higher." Her ass rose another few
inches as her knees moved further apart.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh.... god... you're so fucking big!
UUGGHH! OOOOooohhh... YES! GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!" Marsha's
hands balled into fists as he clutched the sheet and then twisted
it when she felt the huge sex spike plunging deep into her hot
cunt.
"OOOHHhh yesss.. fuck me... fuck me, Cortez... fuck my hot
cunt... aaahhh... ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ..."
The hot, wet, throbbing sex tube felt fantastic around
Cardona's raging prick. Each time his cock banged into her
cervix, her vagina contracted in a series of hard spasms about
his shaft. He had to concentrate to keep from cumming in her
like a high school boy fucking his first pussy.
Wade's wife moaned continuously as she felt her cunt being
stretched into a huge oval each time she received the thick cock.
When Cortez began spanking her ass each time he drove himself
deep inside her hole, Marsha began to cum. Her orgasm
intensified when she felt his fingers sinking into her ass hole.
"Hold it open... spread your ass cheeks," she heard Cardona
order. Reaching back, she pulled herself open for his pleasure.
The cock thundered into her even harder. She shrieked as another
climax surged through her body.
As her orgasm ebbed, Marsha felt the exquisite sensation of the
huge shaft being slowly dragged out of her throbbing cunt. When
Cortez's cock had exited, her pussy was a gaping hole between her
engorged labia. The white froth of her churned cuntal secretions
bubbled out.
"Oohhhh noooo... not there... please... not in my ass!" Wade's
wife groaned.
The big cock head pressed hard against her sphincter. She
grunted... then screamed again, begging him. When she felt his
cock pressing harder, she tried to keep her ass closed not
realizing that no woman's ass could stay closed against the
relentless assault of a determined male with an iron-hard cock.
Slowly... inexorably the cock forced her ass to open. Suddenly,
the head sank into her.
"GGGHHHAAAAaaaaaaaa... uughhh... nooo... stop... aaaahhhh...
its too big!"
Marsha was still begging and moaning when five inches of cock
were inside her ass. Grasping her hips, Cortez pulled her back
at the same time as he drove his hips inward. Three more inches
of cock roared into her ass, stretching it wide as it sank into
her depths.
Once Cardona had his shaft buried in the moaning female, he
began to slowly flex his organ without moving it back and forth.
Each time the big cock pulsed inside her, Marsha emitted a deep
sigh of hot passion. When her pain abated, Cortez began to fuck
her with slow, measured, deep strokes. In just minutes, he felt
her ass contracting in spasms about his plunging cock. He
increased the speed and depth of his fuck strokes until his balls
were bouncing off her cunt on each stroke. Marsha was grunting
in another climax. She came a second time when Cortez emptied
his balls into her ass.
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"God... What a cock! What a huge, fucking cock!" I thought as
I tried to suck all of it into my mouth without success. Cortez
was just too damn big. I felt his hands on my head pulling my
mouth down further onto his shaft. I gagged. He paid no
attention... just pressed my head even further down his cock
until the head was entering my throat. I gagged again. As soon
as my gagged ebbed, he pushed the head further down my throat.
My cunt was gushing with need as a mixture of my lubricating
secretions and Cortez's big first cum load dripping my dilated
vagina. Without warning, I felt Cortez jerking his cock out of
my mouth. He pushed me onto my back, jerked my legs apart, and
mounted me.
I couldn't suppress the screaming howl that erupted from my
lungs when the big fuck stick rammed into me again. He fucked me
like a wild bull... pounding in and out of my cunt with hard,
determined strokes that made me grunt every time he drove it in
deep. The orgasm erupted causing my screams to intensify. As my
hole contracted and throbbed, I felt Cortez's cock jerk and
expand inside my hole; it contracted hard as his cum load fired
into me.
------------------------
Cortez was under me... my back against his chest, his cock
fucking up into me. After two hours of near continuous fucking,
he was entering me easily now.
The position was erotic, but it put no friction on my clitoris,
so I was providing that with my fingers as he rapidly hammered
one hard stroke after another into me, each one hard and deep.
"I'm cummmmmmmmingggggggg again, Darling," I moaned, my pussy
contracting fiercely about his shaft. "Shoot it in, Lover. Cum
in me," I heard myself howling uncontrollably.
"This load is going into your mouth. Get on the floor on your
knees, Marsha."
On my knees in front of Cortez, he pushed his throbbing organ
toward me. Wrapping my hand about it, I opened my mouth wide,
held the big head a few inches away, and jacked him furiously.
His hips began to thrust... he groaned... his cock expanded...
then contracted as the huge white stream drenched me and filled
my mouth. I swallowed every drop.
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It was after 5 PM when I arrived home Thursday evening. I had
planned to leave early to see if I could help my wife with
whatever she had to do so she wouldn't be so exhausted in the
evening. However, this idea went by the boards after Cardona had
asked me to prepare the Executive Summary and Synopsis of the
methods I used to made evaluations of various types of
collateral.
Marsha was sitting in the kitchen in a robe sipping a cup of
coffee. Once again, I saw that my wife was hot and sweaty. She
looked exhausted.
"Hi, Honey. Are you all right?" I asked quite concerned.
"I'm fine. I decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood
and overdid it. I just need to rest for a bit and then take a
shower and clean up."
I nodded and said, "Ok. I'll be in the den reading the evening
paper if you need any help."
About 10 minutes later, I heard my wife rinsing out her coffee
cup. She walked through the den and headed straight for the
bedroom. Halfway there, she untied her robe and let it fall to
the floor. When she bent to pick it up, her naked tits swung
freely and her delectable pussy, which I had not been allowed to
visit for some time, peeked out from between her thighs.
However, I was so surprised by her beet red ass, that I hardly
noticed her cunt.
After retrieving her robe, she entered our bedroom. A few
minutes later, I heard the shower running. This was followed by
the sound of water filling the tub. Thirty minutes later, she
was still soaking in the tub.
I knew without asking that there was no chance Marsha would be
interested in sex later that night. She wasn't.
===========================
Friday:
CC was in my office promptly at 8 AM. He shut and locked the
door, which surprised me.
"I hope you don�t object to my locking your door. I don't want
us to be disturbed."
"That's fine. Not a problem."
"Let's get our business completed first. How is the summary
and the synopsis coming along?"
"It's completed. At least the first draft is completed. I
will, of course, make any changes that you feel are needed."
"You're finished with the first draft? Fantastic. Let me see
it."
I handed him a hard copy and said, "I'll get us some coffee and
a couple of rolls while you read it."
Somewhat over an hour later, CC turned the last page, shook his
head, and said, "Astounding... absolutely astounding. I see
nothing of substance that needs to be changed. I may make a few
cosmetic changes before I present it to the Board, if you don't
object, that is."
"Not at all. I want it to be something useful to you and to
the corporation."
"Wade, it's a lot more than just useful. Let me move on to the
next item on my list. Your promotion. I have talked with the
Board and everyone is in agreement. I've been authorized to
offer you an executive vice-presidency at corporate headquarters
in Atlanta. Your position will be Executive Vice-President for
Evaluation and Assessment at a salary roughly four times what you
are currently making. There will also be numerous fringe
benefits and perks that I can't bring to mind. I'll have the
details mailed to you as soon as I return to Atlanta. What do
you think? Interested?"
"I'm stunned. Of course I'm interested. With the extra
salary, perks, and the opportunity to move to Atlanta, I'm
virtually certain that Marsha will be extremely happy as well."
"I'm sure you're right, Wade. So I take it that you accept the
position?"
"Absolutely!"
"Excellent... excellent. Now, there's one more item I want to
discuss with you. In a way, it's none of my business, but I want
my new Executive VP to be happy with no problems on the home
front. If you don't object, I would like to discuss the problem
you're having with Marsha... if you don�t mind, that is."
"I assume our conversation will be confidential?"
"Of course. What we say in this room, stays between us.
Satisfactory?"
"Very. What's on your mind?"
"You told me yesterday that Marsha is not "responsive" to you.
From the way you phrased it, I assume that you were talking about
responsive sexually. Right?"
"Yes, that's right. I've asked her for sex every night for
last two weeks, and she's refused every time. She treats me more
like a servant than a husband."
CC got up, walked over to the table, poured us both another cup
of coffee, and returned to his seat. He sipped his coffee for at
least a minute before he spoke again.
"You need to stop asking her, Wade."
"I may as well. It never does me any good."
"No... you totally misunderstand. I mean, you need demand sex
from Marsha, not ask her for it. And when she refuses, corporal
punishment should be administered, promptly and firmly."
I was dumbfounded. Regaining my voice, I protested, "Cortez,
if I did that, Marsha would divorce me."
"No. You're wrong. She becomes sexually excited when facing a
dominant male who intends to have her. By the same token, she is
completely turned off by polite and considerate men who request
her favors. Basically, she has no respect for such men. She
melts for men who demand sexual service."
"What makes you think that? How do you know?"
"I'll come back to that after a bit. I first want to make
certain that you understand what I'm suggesting. Don't ask for
sex. Inform Marsha that you will be fucking her tonight. When
she refuses saying that she's tired or whatever, tell her it
doesn't matter if she's tired or not. She will either fuck like
a woman is supposed to fuck or be whipped or spanked until she
changes her mind."
"She's going to refuse! Absolutely! I know her."
"You're right, she's going to refuse, but she's also going to
be shaking with excitement wondering if you're really serious.
You see, Wade, she gets enormously excited by being spanked or
whipped... essentially being forced to have sex by an aggressive
male."
"She would file assault charges against me!"
"No, she won't. She will get so hot and excited, you won't
believe it. Her pussy will be dripping. Just make sure you
carry out the threat... spank, or even better the first time,
whip her ass. And keep whipping or spanking her until she begs
you for sex."
It was obvious that CC believed what he was telling me, but
then it seemed to be more than just belief. He seemed to
absolutely know that what he was telling me was correct. Again,
I asked, "What makes you think that? How do you know? It sounds
like you absolutely know."
"I do, Wade. I do."
"How?"
"Do you remember the night of the reception? Specifically, do
you remember what was happening when your wife ordered you to
drive all your guests home... at least the ones who had had too
much to drink?"
"I remember. She had me checking the food, the waiters, and
finally had me driving three couples home. I had to take the
Gardiners and they live 40 miles away."
"And what was your wife doing while she was ordering you to do
all these tasks?"
"Chatting... talking to you."
"She was doing more than just chatting. I know you noticed.
What was she doing?"
"I thought she was flirting with you... coming on to you. She
seemed to rubbing her breasts all over your arms and back."
"She didn't just seem to be pressing those big tits against me,
Wade. That's exactly what she was doing."
I didn't know what to say. Finally, I said, "Go on."
"I've met a lot of women like Marsha... women who love to
flirt... turn men on... get them hot and hard... and then walk
away, laughing, leaving the guy high and dry, so to speak."
"As soon as you left to drive the Gardiner's home, your wife
increased the level of her teasing. To make a long story short,
Wade, I was disgusted with the humiliating manner in which she
treated a man of your ability and very angry with her teasing of
me when I knew she had no intention of following through with
sex."
"What happened," I asked. I realized with a shock that I was
getting an erection.
"I picked your wife up, carried her over to the couch while she
struggled, turned her over my knee, and administered a very
thorough and very complete spanking on her bare ass."
"Bare ass?" My erection got even harder.
"Of course. After her behavior, I was not going to allow her
to keep her panties on. She received a very hard spanking.
Before it was over, she was humping on my lap... begging me to
take her to the bedroom. You see, Wade, Marsha is excited by
strong, dominant men; she is turned off by what she sees as the
opposite. She's not a masochist who likes pain... in fact, she
dislikes it, but at first, some pain is going to be needed to
make sure she knows you're no longer her whipping boy servant."
"You're certain?"
"Absolutely. But do not... I repeat... do not take half
measures. Do what I advise and your wife will be your hot sex
slave. Keep up what you're presently doing, and you will be
reduced to docile servant."
"All right. I'm going to take your advice, CC. I really have
little to lose. I just hope you're right."
"I am, Wade. I am. Well, that's all I wanted to discuss. I
will set things up for you to start your new position in Atlanta
on the first of the coming month. Will that be enough time?"
"Yes. That's plenty."
"All right. I'll look forward to working with you and enjoying
your company. And best of luck with Marsha."
CC smiled, put the summary and synopsis in his briefcase, and
got up to take his leave. He was almost out the door when I
stopped him with a question.
"CC?"
He turned back and asked, "Yes?"
"Did you fuck her?"
"You're the analyst. What do you think?"
"I think you did. I hope you did. In fact, I hope you fucked
the ass off the teasing bitch."
He just nodded. "Well," I asked again. "Did you fuck her?"
"Three times... she came at least a dozen times even though her
ass was on fire from the spanking I gave her."
My erection became so hard imagining CC's cock sinking into my
wife's cunt , I felt like I might shoot off in my pants.
===================================
A New Day:
CC left to catch his plane a little after noon. At 3 PM, I
called it a day and headed for home. When I walked in, my wife
was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. She glanced up at
me and then returned to her magazine.
"You're home early," was her only comment.
For a change, Marsha did not look totally worn out. Since CC
had left at noon, I had no doubts about the reason for the
change. In fact, she looked delicious in her tight yellow top,
mini jean skirt, and black heels. With her big tits swelling out
of the top, it was obvious that she braless. I wondered if she
had on any panties.
"I had every thing completed for the week at the office, and I
also have some very good news... I couldn't wait until 5 PM to
leave."
The mention of good news got my wife's attention, as I knew it
would. She laid her magazine down and asked, "Really? That's
great. What's the good news?"
"I'll tell you tonight at dinner. Right now, the only thing I
want to do is fuck your ass off. I pulled her to her feet and
pushed her toward the bedroom."
"Maybe later tonight, Wade. I'm not much of a
sex-in-the-afternoon-type person."
"That's going to change... starting right now." I gave her a
gentle push toward the bedroom.
"Stop it! Stop it this instant!" she screamed. "If you...
UUGGHHHH!"
That's as far as she got before my hand landed with authority
on her shapely ass. "Get your sexy ass in the bedroom. NOW!
And take off your clothes on the way there."
"I WILL NOT!" she screamed even louder than before as she
pulled back her arm and tried to slap me across the face.
I knew it was coming so there was no problem grabbing her wrist
in mid-air. Using her arm as leverage, I spun her around and
whacked her hard across the ass twice more just hard enough for
the blows to sting but not hard enough to really hurt her or
bruise her.
"Stop it, Wade. Please stop it. This isn't like you. You've
never hit me before."
"I'm not hitting you now. I just giving you a much-needed
spanking on your sexy ass." I sat down and pulled her over my
knee. She squirmed wildly trying to get to her feet, but I found
it easy to hold her over my lap... so easy in fact, that I
realized that she wasn't really trying to get loose. CC was
right!
Marsha moaned when I pulled her short skirt up over her ass and
found that she was wearing black bikini panties, which I pulled
down below her ass cheeks in one quick motion. "God... Marsha.
You have an incredibly beautiful and sexy ass," I said just
before I began spanking it.
She flailed around on my lap as the firm blows alternated
between her left and right ass cheeks. After a half dozen swats,
her ass cheeks had turned red, and I knew without asking that
they were stinging.
"Ooohhhh stop, Wade... please stop!" But even as she begged me
to stop, her struggling decreased and after two more blows, she
even arched her hips. I spanked her another five or six times
and then pulled her to her feet.
"OOOhhhh... my ass... my ass... it hurts, Honey... it hurts.
My ass is stinging. It feels like its on fire."
I couldn't remember the last time my wife had addressed me as
"Honey". I loved it and so did my cock, which was now a fully
erect, thick, seven inches of man meat that wanted into my wife's
cunt. With one motion, I pulled my wife's top down baring both
big tits. Her nipples were hard... really hard!
"Please, Honey. We can have sex tonight. I don't want to do
it right now... please."
"We going to fuck now... and again tonight... and if I get hard
during the night, you'll be getting it again. Now get that skirt
off. Last chance or I'll tear it off of you."
"Please... let me just jack you off right now."
I pulled my wife toward me with my hands in the waist band of
her skirt. Using all my strength, I tore her skirt in half...
part of the shredded garment ending up in my left hand, the other
part in my right hand. I could see Marsha shaking... I wondered
if it was from fear or excitement.
"Get those fucking panties and heels off... NOW!" I ordered.
"Otherwise, I'll tear them off!" I tossed her ruined skirt onto
the floor.
"Ooohhh don't please..."
I spun her around and bent her over the table. Her delicious
ass jutted out... almost begging to be whipped."
"I told you several times, Marsha, but you don't listen. From
now on, when I tell you to take off your clothes that we're going
to fuck... do it!" As soon as I said it, the cane swished
through the air and cracked across her shapely ass cheeks.
"OOOuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwww... god.... THAT HURT!... STOP!"
"sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh....CRACK," came the whistling sound of the
cane hissing through the air just before it snapped into her
Marsha's ass leaving a red welt.
"Ooohhh NO MORE... NO MORE... I'll strip... please... I'll
strip!"
"Then do it! Quickly. Panties off... heels off... Then move
your sexy ass to the bedroom.
My wife jerked her panties down her thighs in one motion and
then sat down gingerly and removed her heels. With her leg
lifted to remove the heel, her pussy was on display. It was
wet... very wet.
Running my finger up the length of her wet sex trench to the
her big erect clitoris, I worked it causing her to groan and
hunch against my finger. There was no further pretence at
resistance. Marsha's pussy was throbbing and gushing.
"You hot sexy bitch. Get your hot ass in the bedroom... on
your knees... ass up... head on the bed. I can't wait to get
into you."
My wife literally ran into the bedroom. I took my time,
removing my clothes and dropping them onto the floor as I went.
When I stepped inside the door, Marsha was on the bed, head down,
ass up. Not only that, she was also holding her cunt open with
one hand while spreading her ass cheeks with the other to expose
her ass hole.
I drove my rigid 7 inches into her cunt on the first stroke.
"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yes... FUCK ME, DARLING. FUCK
MEEEEEEEEE!" she howled as her cunt contracted in a hard spasm
about my plunging rod. Holding her hips, I hammered stroke after
stroke into her hot hole, each one thudding with masculine
authority into her womb.
"Oohhhh you're fucking meeeeeee... fucking meeeeeee... it's
sooo good, Darling... I love it... I'm gonna cum... hard... give
it to me, Baby. Fuck your hot slut wife... make me cum!"
It was more than I could stand. My cock just exploded inside
Marsha's pussy. Stream after thick stream of cum fired into her
hole. She howled as her vagina and clit went into a series of
spastic contractions. Our orgasms roared through her cunt and my
cock at the same time.
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My ass was still stinging from the spanking and caning my randy
stud husband had given me, but I was still trembling from the
incredible orgasm I had just had as he fucked me. It was the
best... the absolute best! m"Gawd! I hope this is permanent," I
thought. "Jezzz... what a hot stud!"
Rolling over against my husband, I said out loud, "Can you fuck
me again, Darling. I want your beautiful cock in me." I felt
his cock lurch in my hand and rapidly rise to full erection. "Oh
fuck! That's just gorgeous. Fuck my ass this time, Darling."
"Mount me, Marsha," he ordered.
I couldn't get on him and put it in my ass fast enough. As my
tight ass sank down his rigid cock, he whispered, "MMMmmmm...
that's marvelous. I hope I don't have to spank you again next
time."
"oohhhh sooo good... I'm such a bitch, Darling, you may have to
spank me again... mmmmm... fuck me faster, Honey. Ram it hard...
yessssssss... like that... like that... I'm gonna cum again...
Bang me, Stud... BANG ME!"
Once again, my rod spewed in its load at the same time my
wife's delicious ass was throbbing in her orgasm.
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Epilog:
That night over dinner, Wade told Marsha about his new position
at corporate headquarters in Atlanta, his new job assignment, and
much larger income they would be enjoying in the future.
"That's just marvelous, Darling. When do we leave?"
"We have to be there by the first of the month. So we'll have
a lot to do in the next four weeks. Are you really happy over
the move?"
"Happy? I love it! Just love it, Darling!"
"I'm hard again, Marsha... really hard. I'm going to fuck you
again. Finish your dessert, quickly, or I may give it to you
right here on the table."
Two hours later, Marsha and Wade were both naked, lying
side-by-side in bed, their lungs heaving after Wade had fucked
her for the third time that evening.
As they sighed and slowly drifted off to sleep, each of them
was reflecting with pleasure on their upcoming move to Atlanta.
"I wonder what CC's wife looks like?" Wade mused to himself.
"After all, CC owes me one. No... more than one. I'm certain
that he screwed Marsha several times... mmmmm... wonder if she's
hot in bed?" A short time later, he fell asleep thinking about
whether her pussy was shaved or not.
Beside him, Marsha smiled as she thought about CC. "Damn...
I'm going to have two randy, hot studs after me all the time in
Atlanta. I wonder how often I'll be fucked? Don't know how I'll
keep my husband from finding out that CC is fucking me." As
sleep claimed her, she was wondering if she should tell her
husband about CC or not.
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