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  His tongue drew circles round the ring of her anus, and she caught herself cumming. She closed her eyes and let the exquisite pleasure take her to lands far beyond the borders of reason. The trip to heaven didn’t last…

  ‘Jesus! You fucking bitch!’ the unmistakable voice of Veronica Hensley said sharply at the door.

  Irena opened her eyes and stared in the direction of the voice. Her eyes met those of Veronica, the wife of the man whose mouth was presently in her ass, exploring the pleasures to be gotten from her holes. Surprising how she felt no fear, no panic inside of her. She just stared calmly at Veronica and felt no identifiable emotion.

  But the lady of the house must’ve taken her calmness for insolence or defiance because she suddenly came quickly forward and struck Irena with a stinging slap across the face. Irena felt the pain seconds after the hand of her employer had slashed across her face. She turned towards the sink to hide her face from her employer.

  Steve rose to his feet. Irena couldn’t help but turn around slightly and stare at him. His dick was standing pointing forward. It was a huge piece of flesh, very dark in color and circumcised as she had surmised. Its head was a marvel, a big knob like the fist of a baby, mauve in color, and presently glistening with moisture. She felt herself longing to touch it…

  Veronica must’ve read her thoughts because she slapped her again across the face. ‘Filthy bitch! Only two days here and already fucking my husband.’

  He came onto me, and his mouth was buried in my ass, not the other way round, Irena wanted to yell, but she held on to her silence.

  She stared at Veronica, and noticed that the bitch’s white cheeks were flushed. The two women stared at each other for a long moment, and then Veronica sighed. ‘Can’t find good help anywhere these days. Bitch, you’ve misbehaved, and you need to be punished for fucking my husband without my consent.’

  What the fuck?, the little voice inside Irena screamed. Is anyone aware that there was no penetration, hello?

  Veronica turned her gaze to her husband and commanded, ‘Steve, show this bitch not to mess with your cock when I’m not around.’

  ‘Get down on your knees bitch!’ he ordered to Irena.

  Unsure what to do, Irena obeyed. She suddenly felt like a robot, without any thoughts of her own, but being bossed around by two people who surely were not in mentally balanced states of mind.

  On her knees on the tiled floor of the laundry room, the big man came and stood before her, his big cock dangling lasciviously at his crotch. It had lost some of its turgidity now, and looked like a big black worm that had a massive shiny head. His balls hung heavy at the base of his shaft. Despite the humiliating situation these two were putting her through, Irena felt the sudden strong desire to stroke his balls and feel their big size in her hands…

  He grabbed her by the hair with his left hand and encircled his right hand around the base of his shaft. Then he whacked her with it on her left cheek. It thudded against her flesh but gave her some pain. He hit her with his dick again, on the left cheek this time, using it as if it was a short belt.

  ‘Take that, bitch,’ growled Mr. Hensley. ‘You wanted this dick…There you have it. You are a bad bitch and you need to be punished.’

  He slapped her with his limp penis across the face several times. A clear white liquid came out of his cock’s tiny hole and dirtied her face each time he whacked her with his cock. She closed her eyes firmly, not wanting to be rendered blind by his body fluids.

  Veronica folded her arms across her chest and watched with an amused smile on her face. ‘Promise you’ll never do it again, bitch,’ she said.

  ‘I’ll never do it again,’ Irena said with her eyes still closed.

  ‘Open your eyes and say it to my face,’ commanded Veronica.

  Irena did as told. She stared at her female boss. ‘I promise I’ll never come onto your husband, ma’am.’

  ‘Now apologize to my husband.’

  ‘I’m sorry, sir—.’

  ‘For what?’ he growled.

  ‘For—.’

  He cut her short curtly. ‘For wanting this cock? You want this cock, huh? You want this big dick inside your pussy?’

  He slapped her hard with it across the face and she winced in pain. He must’ve been deriving pleasure from this, because his cock was now standing firm like it had been moments ago.

  ‘You want this dick, huh? Take it bitch,’ he ordered. ‘Take it inside your mouth and taste how wonderful it is.’

  Half of Irena found the coercion loathsome, yet the other half of her – the wilder, more commanding, crazy side of her – actually wanted to suck the big man’s cock and feel its power. She had seen big cocks before, and even had both some nasty as well as delicious encounters with some big cocks in her time, but this one definitely ranked up there with the biggest cocks in New York City. Her bad, demonic, unrestrained side wanted this dick inside all the holes of her body, while her good, reasoning side wanted nothing to do with all of this…

  He slapped her hard with his dick on her left cheek and tears sprang to her eyes. She stared inquisitively at her female boss.

  Veronica rewarded her with a dispassionate look, still with her hands folded across her chest.

  Tentatively, Irena took the big cock in her mouth and stroked it gently with her lips and tongue.

  ‘That’s it,’ said Mr. Hensley, gently this time. Somehow with his dick so close to her teeth he found it necessary to be gentle with her.

  ‘That’s it, bitch, wrap your lips around my dick and suck it good….Oh sweet Lord! You suck dick like a pro. Where did you learn to do that shit?’

  She did not answer, but opened her eyes wide and glanced up at him.

  ‘That’s good. Look at me when you suck my dick…clean it nice with your lips and tongue…’

  He seized her head in his hands and held it in a tilted position, and then played his pelvis back and forth, going deep into her mouth and shoving his dickhead into her throat. She involuntarily opened her eyes wide as the big organ jammed her throat. Tears flooded her eyes and she ran out of breath. He shoved his whole length inside her mouth and throat and she choked and jerked back. She coughed severely for a while, tears streaming down her face.

  He grabbed his cock in his hand and held it firm like a baton stick. He held it facing upwards and stroked its head, exposing his testicles. He fed the two big balls into her and she stroked them vigorously with her mouth. He then shoved his cock back into her mouth and urged her to stroke it nice and slow. ‘Yeah, girl, do it nice and slow on my big dick…nice ’n’ slow…just the head…I ain’t gon’ go deep in you this time…just the head…like that…yeah, that’s it baby…’

  Veronica, the thin wife of the fabulously endowed Steve Hensley came forward and grabbed her husband’s massive cock in her hand and stroked it affectionately. She pulled his head down to her and kissed him on the mouth with a fiercely heated passion.

  She let go of the gigantic cock and grabbed Irena by the hair, forcing her up to her feet. Irena was tall, such that she stood head to head with Veronica, even though Veronica was wearing high-heeled Vera Wang shoes. Standing within such close proximity of the thin woman, Irena was suddenly aware of Veronica’s powerful scent. She smelled gloriously wonderful. It was the kind of fragrance to make one fall in love and lose all senses.

  Veronica was a beautiful woman, and if she had been with more meat on her bones she would be even more beautiful, but as it were, she had slightly sunken cheeks and her cheekbones were slightly more pronounced because of her slight weight. She had a long aquiline nose that looked too perfect for her face to have come by natural processes. She had a generally hard look about her, like someone who was trying hard to live up to certain expectations or standards. Despite the situation, Irena found herself actually sympathizing with this little woman.

  ‘Have you got children?’ Veronica asked in a voice barely above a whisper. It sounded like the hiss of a dangerously lethal snake that had s
omehow been outclassed by a clever mouse.

  ‘No,’ Irena shook her head.

  ‘So your body is not yet spoiled by childbirth,’ the snake hissed again. ‘Is that why you come here and try to steal my husband from me?’

  ‘I’ll leave—.’

  ‘You never interrupt me when I’m speaking to you,’ said the boss in a harsher voice.

  Irena swallowed hard and didn’t know what to do or where to look. She threw a glance at the beautiful dark chocolate of a man and was rewarded with a smile of amusement from him.

  The snake hissed again. ‘You come here with your firm tits and tight pussy and think you can steal my husband from me.’

  Irena couldn’t make up her mind if it was a question or a statement, but she responded to the accusation nevertheless. ‘I’ll leave; this has all been a terrible mistake…’

  To her surprise, Veronica closed the gap between them and brushed her lips against Irena’s, and slowly her tongue entered into Irena’s mouth and explored her mouth. Irena responded by kissing the other woman back. Veronica moved her mouth down to Irena’s neck and caressed her with her lips. She whispered seductively in Irena’s ear. ‘Get down on your knees and take off my pants.’

  Obsequiously, Irena complied. While a part of her felt used and humiliated, another part of her was deriving thrills from this show of sexual madness. She unbuttoned Veronica’s True Religion jeans and lowered them down the other woman’s legs. She was wearing no panties. Veronica kicked the pants off her legs and then lifted her right leg and placed it upon Irena’s right shoulder.

  ‘You sucked his cock, now eat my pussy,’ Veronica commanded, grabbing Irena’s hair and pressing her head to her crotch.

  * * * * *

  I couldn’t find reason to protest.

  Like me, she had her pussy clean-shaven. Unlike me, she smelled heavenly of Chanel № 5. I began to lick her pussy lips with my tongue, and then I prodded slowly with my tongue inside her hole. I stroked her thighs gently as I searched for her clit with the tip of my tongue. I heard her let out a low sigh as I found the little head buried in between her labia. Rubbed the tip of my tongue against it and she grabbed my head and arched her back.

  Her husband came behind her and grabbed her waist. He inserted his big cock inside her and Veronica moaned louder. I pulled back and watched these two, as the husband took his wife from behind. He firmly pressed her to his body and slammed his pelvis hard against her buttocks. Then he pulled out of her hole and growled at me. ‘Come here, bitch. Take my cock and suck it…’

  Still on my knees, I moved closer to him and took him once more inside my mouth and gave him a vigorous blowjob for a moment before he went back to the glory of his wife’s pussy. After a little while, he grunted impatiently and pulled himself out of her pussy. He then inserted his immense erection into her anus. She closed her eyes firmly and closed her hands into tights balls. Slowly the big phallus penetrated Veronica’s small hole until all of it was buried inside her anus. I got a perverse thrill watching this demented sex show. Steve began to thrust gently into his wife, pulling back his dick all the way to its tip and then jamming himself back in. He placed the palms of his hands flat against her buttocks and spread them apart, opening her wider for his thick rod.

  After a while he pulled himself out of her and beckoned to me to take him once more in my mouth. ‘Com’ lick this cock, girl. Com’ giv’ Daddy some luv.’

  I obeyed, taking his dickhead in my mouth and trying not to breathe in as I licked and sucked on his cock.

  He stroked my hair gently. ‘Yeah, you’re an expert, girl…You suck this cock like you were born to do it…Yeah, that’s it, suck hard on this dick like it was your last time to suck cock…Yeah...ooh...that’s marvelous baby.’

  I grabbed his balls in my hand and stroked them while I encircled my left hand around the stem of his massive cock, stroking it up and down as I nibbled at his dickhead with my lips and tongue. He groaned with pleasure and pulled himself quickly out of my grip. He shoved his big dick back into the anus of his wife and elicited a scream of ecstasy from her. For a while he thrust himself frantically into her, and then with a final, animal-like groan he pulled himself out of her and grabbed my head. I was crouched down on my knees. He sprayed his cum all over my face and then laughed out loud.

  ‘God! Bitch, you’re good,’ he exclaimed, rubbing the head of his majestic dick all over my face, dirtying me with his cum.

  When he was done he stood back and marveled at his artwork. His wife stared disdainfully at me and barked, ‘For God’s sake, woman, clean yourself.’

  The Office

  I received a call from the boss at 9.30 in the morning.

  ‘At 10 o’clock the limo will pick you up to come over to my office. There’s something I want to discuss with you.’

  ‘Okay.’ I don’t think I had any other choice but agree, really. He didn’t seem to be asking me.

  ‘Get dressed in the clothes you’ll find in a package inside the closet in your room. No bra.’

  The clothes turned out to be a grey pencil skirt and a black short-sleeved blouse that fit my body perfectly and traced the contours of my body. They were inside a Saks shopping bag that also contained black Manolo high heels.

  The limo picked me up at 10.07 and drove through Manhattan to Steven Hensley’s office in the Financial District. I had done a Wikipedia search on him and learned that Steven Hensley had graduated from Columbia University with a degree in economics and had worked for some Wall Street banks before starting his hedge fund at the age of 29. Now 37, he was worth $12 billion and was managing trillions of other people’s money.

  All that was public knowledge. What the world didn’t know was that Steven Hensley had a 9-inch dick that was big both in girth and length, and that he was an unrestrained sexual sadist with a voracious appetite for sex that bordered on the abnormal…

  He smiled broadly at me when I entered into his office. It was an impressive office, designed in an expensively masculine and modern style. He sat behind a huge oak desk that had a glass top, on which sat three computer screens as well as his MacBook Pro Ultrabook. He closed the Ultrabook and sat up straight in his chair, staring at me with fascinated eyes.

  ‘Sit over there, on the couch.’

  The couch was a considerable distance away from his work desk. I sat down and crossed my legs.

  ‘You’re a very intelligent woman, I suppose…After all, you teach Math to high school children…so I guess you know the reason I called you here, but first things first: Are we paying you enough?’

  ‘You’ve given me a generous offer. Thank you, sir.’

  ‘Still, teaching an unwilling kid the intricacies of Mathematics is no easy task. I’ve decided to up the offer by 20%.’

  ‘Thank you for your generosity.’

  I have never been one to be timid when it comes to money. I wanted a lot of it, and I wanted all of it now. Was Steven Hensley cleverly paying me to be his sex slave, and disguising it as payment for tutoring his son? I shrugged inwardly. I didn’t give a rat’s ass. If he was paying me for my sexual services then it was money well-earned, because I enjoyed being touched by him, and was actually itching to be touched by him right now. He was a remarkably handsome black man, with a symmetrically proportioned face. He had a light complexion, and his face showed that money had done a lot to improve his facial appearance.

  His hair was cut short, close to his scalp, and he had a beard that had been trimmed by an experienced and most probably expensive barber to thin sideburns that ran down the length of the sides of his face and then bent towards his chin to meet in a perfect square of hairs around his mouth. He had a lovely, aristocratic nose that complemented his face well. A very handsome man. A burning sensation of longing seared at my loins as I stared at him, sitting there behind his desk and staring at me with a fascinated expression on his face.

  His beautiful face creased into a frown. ‘How old are you?’

  All my vital
details are in my CV, which I handed to you when I applied for this job, dickhead. These were the words that formed in my mind, but I let these ones come out of my mouth: ‘I am 24.’

  ‘24,’ he echoed, his smile broadening. ‘Glorious age. Everything must be firm and tight in that body of yours…your breasts…I haven’t seen them; show them to me.’

  Without protest, I unbuttoned the black blouse and exposed my tits to him.

  ‘Wow!’ he exclaimed like a kid who had just discovered a new toy he hadn’t known existed in the world. ‘I’m getting a hard dick just by looking at them.’

  I stared back at him and offered nothing by way of verbal communication.

  He sat back in his chair. ‘When I called you I had a hooker with me here in the office, but the bitch couldn’t even give me an orgasm, but you…you…I’m soaking my drawers just by staring at you. I’ve dreamt about being inside you ever since I first laid my eyes on you…’

  The feeling is mutual, Mr. Hensley. As a matter of fact I dreamt about you too last night, and when I woke up I had a wet pussy. I remember the feel of your huge cock inside my hand and I’m actually soaking myself just by looking at you.

  ‘Spread your legs,’ he ordered in a quiet voice. ‘And hike up your skirt.’

  I did as commanded.

  He feasted his eyes on my pussy and quickly brought his dick out of his pants. He stroked it in his hand while watching me. ‘How do you like to be fucked, Irena?

  I was surprised that he actually knew my name. ‘I like it hard, deep and fast.’

  He laughed. A belly deep, thunderous laugh that resonated off the walls of the office and quickly died away, and then he stood up and came round the table to sit next to me on the couch. At the sight of his big penis, my heart raced. It really was a remarkably big organ.