Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
The story so far: Exploiting the control that he has over his attractive
female colleague, Royston makes Grace give the office janitor a blowjob to
further humiliate her. On the pretext of helping her to cover the amount that
she stole from the company, Royston tricks Grace into signing up for a
photography shoot for a client with certain tastes..
Chapter Four (MF, nc, humiliation, forced masturbation)
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Grace was dressed only in a tiny bikini under the bright lights of the studio, as she posed for the
camera. The poses started out quite innocent. After thirty or forty shots though, the poses became
more suggestive and sexy. One the photographer had her put her thumbs to the sides of her bikini
bottom and pull the garment halfway down. In another pose, she was asked to lean forward with
her hands on her knees, so that her cleavage would be showing. Grace felt uncomfortable the
whole time, as she was aware that Nakamori was standing in the background, watching her.
Then there was a costume change to a different two piece suit. This one was even skimpier than
the first, and the top barely covered Grace's breasts. After several shots, the photographer asked
her to stand with her back facing the camera, and told her to take off her top completely. Finally
there was a frontal shot where she covered her naked breasts with her hands.
"Alright... we'll almost done", Joe said, changing his film in his camera. Grace almost heaved a
sigh of relief.
"Last roll," the photographer grinned, "let's try something more adventurous."
Grace saw Joe rummage in a chest for something. "Okay, now stay in position Grace, don't move."
Grace did not turn her head and could only glimpse from the corner of her vision that Joe was
approaching with something in his hand. She cringed as she realized too late, that it was a black
leather collar that he was carrying, and he promptly placed around her neck. "Don't move ! " he
said.
FLASH! The flashbulb illuminated half the room and temporarily blinded her.
"Oh yeah... that's fantastic," Joe said.
FLASH !
The photographer continued taking shots of Grace, in the skimpy bikini, with the leather collar
locked around her neck.
"Okay, that's fantastic. Stick out your bum more Grace, yes lean forward... oh yes that's it.. Smile
now."
Grace was in agony, trying to decide if she should just run and worry about getting arrested later
by the police on the theft charges, or to endure more humiliation at the hands of the these perverts.
"Alright, now can you please get on the sofa.. no...I mean all fours..."
Grace felt a shiver run up a spine, but did not dare to protest. She remembered what Royston said
about following instructions without question. She climbed onto the sofa, on her knees and hands,
her ass up. She looked into the camera. "Oh yeah..." the photographer said.
FLASH!
"Let's add this", Nakamori said, and to Grace's horror, he produced a leash. Locking it to her
collar, he held the leash, sitting just outside the view of the shot as the photographer kept
snapping away. She felt a wave of humiliation pass through her, as she realized the kind of
exploitative shots that they were taking of her, and how she must have looked in these cheesecake
positions. No wonder this gig paid so handsomely. Well, if she really got ten grand from this, it
would be worth it, she though. She desperately needed to pay back the money that she took, so
that she would be out of this whole contract and having to take orders from Royston day in and
day out.
Joe took several more pictures of Grace on all fours, collared and leashed like an animal.
"Can we take some nude pictures?" Joe asked Nakamori, who was watching from the armchair.
Grace's heart leapt into her mouth when she heard that.
"Maybe another time Joe, " Nakamori chuckled. "Let's finish your last few shots..."
"Alright.." Joe sounded disappointed. He rummaged in the chest for more props.
For the last pose, Grace was still wearing the collar and leash, but also had her wrists cuffed
together, and tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling.
FLASH !
Nakamori's cock twitched, looking at the young office executive in bondage. She would normally
be dressed to the nine's in the office, looking all professional, but today she was dressed in
nothing but the tiniest bikini which revealed all but her most private parts of her body. To top it all
off, she looked incredibly sexy standing there helplessly with her hands tied up above her head, a
slave collar around her neck. He imagined how much money Ko, Shih and the other company
directors would pay him just to get a copy of the compromising pictures of this beautiful young
lady.
"Are you sure no nude pics today?" the photographer ventured again. Grace's heart pounded in
her chest. The contract did say that she had to wear anything that the company asked her to, but
this is insane! Surely they can't ask her to wear nothing?
Nakamori appeared to be considering that for a while. Then he said, "Oh well, what the heck. You
don't mind do you Grace? Royston said it's in your contract."
Grace started to panic. "What? Nooo... sir, sorry, I - Wait... please.. NO..." Before she could finish
her sentence, Nakamori had untied the knot of the bikini string on her back, and whipped off her
bikini top, exposing her breasts to the camera.
"NO.. Please stop!!" she cried.
FLASH! Joe took a few shots, ignoring Grace's protests. "Nooo... please stop!!" the girl cried out
in alarm.
Grace found herself pushed back to the sofa, and forced down in a prone position. Her arms
extended above her head as her wrists remained cuffed and secured to the rope from the ceiling.
"What are you doing??" she cried in a panicky voice. Nakamori was stepping on the leash now
and keeping it taut such that it pulled her collar down so that she couldn't get up from the sofa.
"Well you need to be disciplined Grace," he said.
Grace struggled but the rope did not budge. "Let me go!" she demanded.
Nakamori stood there, admiring the picture of the girl lying prone on the sofa, under his control.
"The reason you're in this situation, Grace...is that you did a very bad thing. Didn't you, Grace?"
"Wha - what do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about! "
There was a swishing sound. "OWWWWW..." she yelped in pain as a stinging pain ripped
through her butt. Turning her head, she saw a big cane in Nakamori's hand. "LET ME GO you
pervert, or you'll be sorry!" she screamed.
WHAACK! The menacing cane struck down once more on her exposed butt. "AAAHHHHHH"
she screamed in pain. Nakamori smiled in satisfaction as a welt slowly appeared on her fair skin.
"Don't speak to me like that, bitch" he warned. "You know what I'm talking about... Royston told
me about the naughty thing you did." He paused, flexing the cane in his hand. "He asked me to
punish you properly... give you some hard lessons..."
Grace started to protest, "Wait.. you can't do this. He told - OWWW!!!" Her sentence was cut
short by the third lash of the cane on the bare flesh of her firm butt. Her bottom burned with pain.
"Don't speak unless you're spoken to bitch."
Tears came to Grace's eyes. She had never been treated like that before. Even when she was a kid,
her father had never spanked her.
"Are you sorry for what you done, bitch?"
"Yes YES.. PLEASE let me go !"
"So do you admit you're a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson?"
"NO ! "
"Wrong answer."
SWOOSH - WHHACK!!
"YEOWWWW!!" she cried. The tears welling up in her eyes ran down her cheek freely now. There
was a half a minute of silence, as Nakamori contemplated this lovely scene in front of him. Joe too,
was watching intently from behind his camera, snapping a shot periodically of the topless girl
being punished.
"Are you a bitch?" Nakamori asked again, slowly. There was a moment of silence.
"Yes. Yes" her voice choked, as she spoke the words.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir"
"Yes sir what?"
"Yes sir, I'm a bitch"
"Bark like one then, bitch."
Tears roll down her face as she sobbed, and swallowed. "Woof...woof.."
"Louder.."
"WOOF! WOOF!" she barked, just like a dog. She felt completely humiliated by this degrading act.
But it was not over.
"Now then, you little she-dog.. since you're a low-life bitch, you don't deserve to walk on your
feet. From now on, whenever you're in front of me, you better go on all fours."
Her cuffs were unlocked and Grace felt a downward tug on her collar as she realized that
Nakamori was pulling her down from the sofa, much like how he would with a dog. And so,
Grace climbed off the sofa, planting her palms on the floor first, fearful that another stroke of the
cane would land on her unprotected butt if she did not do it right.
"That's a good girl now." Nakamori nodded, as he watched the slender young woman get on her
hands and knees. "Let's take a short walk shall we, my little canine pet."
Grace bowed her head in shame, as Nakamori pulled on the leash and she followed after him,
crawling on her knees and palms. In the meantime, Joe was delighted to have the opportunity to
snap a few more shots of the young female executive naked and crawling around on all fours.
"Ooh.." a woman's voice floated into the studio, as her slender frame leaned against the door.
"Well you can come in Natasha." Nakamori laughed. "We're just giving Grace a little exercise
here."
Grace felt completely humiliated as she crawled around on all fours, the tiny bikini bottom her
only clothing, a dog collar around her neck, and being led around on a leash. As if the humiliation
wasn't bad enough, now there were two men, AND a woman watching her degrading state.
Nakamori led Grace on a leisurely stroll around the studio, as he puffed on his cigar. Finally he led
her back to the sofa. "Heel....," he said.
Grace wasn't sure what he wanted, but feeling the tug, she pulled herself up to an upright
kneeling position, and was rewarded with a pat on her head. Instantly she felt awash with feeling
of intense shame. She inwardly felt disgusted by herself for what she just did. She was behaving
just like his pet animal.
Nakamori smiled at the other two. "Such a GRACEFUL, clever little dog isn't she?" he said,
caressing the back of her head the same way he would play with the back of a dog's ears. The girl
suffered at the indignity.
Pulling up on the collar now toward the sofa, he said, "UP girl.."
Grace climbed up the sofa, still on her hands and knees.
"Roll over."
Grace's face flushed deep red, but she turned her body around. She was lying on her back on the
sofa, but with her knees together.
"Are you a slut Grace?"
Grace's flinched at the insulting question, and wanted to answer "no", but her eyes watched the
cane in the sadist's hands.
"Yes sir...I... I'm a slut" she answered, looking away from him. Her throat felt very dry, and she
could hardly speak those words.
"Good, now take off your bikini bottom and show me your slutty cunt."
Grace felt powerless... she had to do everything he asked, or Royston would send her to jail. Her
trembling fingers went to the string that kept her bikini bottom on her bum. Closing her eyes, she
tugged on the knot, and the little triangular garment fell away, exposing her fluffy pubic hair.
Grace tried to protect her modesty by closing her legs, but the two men could see the little triangle
of hair between her legs.
Her heart was pounding and despite being being forced into this degrading act, she felt a
momentary pang of arousal at her own helpless situation, at being treated like a low-class bitch.
Immediately though, she felt a deep sense of disgust at herself - what was she becoming?
"OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDER"
Grace stared at Nakamori's shoes as she slowly opened her legs wider. Trying to keep her mind
away from this terrible experience, it was as if her body just mechanically followed his
instructions.
"Nice.. look at that cunt!" Joe exclaimed. Grace's face and neck turned a deep shade of red,
spreading down to her fair bosom.
Grace's womanhood was on display, her outer labial lips were thin and dark, and a tuft of black
hair decorated the hood, and was more sparsely around the sides. A hint of pink showed between
her outer lips. Joe licked his lips, imagining how the healthy young woman's pussy would taste.
"Now, pull those lips apart, and show us how the inside of your worthless cunt looks like Grace. "
Grace shook her head, turning her soulful pleading look at the older Japanese man, who was
wielding the cane.
"Don't make me whip you bitch..."
Grace's hands trembled, as they moved down reaching between her legs. She felt herself being
overcome by emotion, and fought not to choke or cry, as she pulled apart her pussy lips, exposing
her most private part to this man who had absolute control over her, and to the others in the room.
Her tender pink vagina came into view, looking slightly moist.
"Like a good slut, you will place your finger on your pussy and play with it," Nakamori
continued.
Grace hesitated, and with a loud swoosh the cane struck down on the sofa with a loud bang, just
missing the frightened girl by inches.
"If you hesitate again, the next stroke will be on your tender flesh, you little bitch.."
Grace closed her eyes, dipped her finger between her pussy lips, and started a gentle rubbing
motion. Despite herself, she felt her sense of shame mixing with an unmistakable twitch of
pleasure that was gnawing deep in her lower abdomen, as she was forced to masturbate herself in
front of these men and pretty receptionist, who were all watching her intently.
"OPEN THOSE LEGS WIDER"
Grace obeyed, letting the men and Natasha observe how she worked her honey pot. To her horror,
when she opened her eyes, she could see Joe aiming at her with his zoom lens. "Jesus.." Joe said,
breathing hard, as he snapped away, "that's going to round off your album real well Grace."
Grace shut her eyes again, trying not to think about the pictures. "Think about the ten grand that
I'll be paid," she told herself.
"So you see Grace, most of the time you are a decent girl. But upon my order, you will be my bitch.
Upon my order you will be a slut." Nakamori said in his deep voice.
"Sluts show their pussy when instructed..."
Her crotch tingled as she heard Nakamori's biting words.
"Sluts arouse themselves when instructed..." he went on.
Grace felt a new wave of shame hit her, when she realized that her pussy was getting moist. How
could she be getting aroused? How could her body betray her?
"Sluts suck cock on demand."
Grace's pussy tingled again. She opened her eyes, just in time to see Nakamori press a remote
control. A video projector began to play something on the big screen on the far wall. As Grace
watched the screen, her heart felt like it was being pierced. It was a video recording of her in
Royston's office. It showed her undoing his pants, then sinking to her knees. Somehow, the angle
was such that while Royston's face couldn't be seen, her face was quite clear. She knew now why
Royston had made her take off his pants again when he had already done so. It made her look like
a slut on the video, the one stripping him.
"KEEP RUBBING THAT PUSSY".
As she obeyed, she watched herself on the big screen pulling down Royston's underwear and start
sucking his cock. Her mind spun, and she felt her heart pounding in her ears.
"Look at the slut swallow cock..." she heard Joe say. Unconsciously, Grace's fingers were rubbing
faster now, trying to placate the pulsing sensation that had grown between her legs.
The scene changed and Grace saw herself now in the men's restroom. It was quite obvious
because the standing urinals could be seen in the background. She was wearing a jacket, but it was
open and she was obviously not wearing anything underneath. Again like the previous scene, she
was on her knees, facing someone's crotch. And then she was sucking away on some man's dick.
The man obviously started cumming in her mouth, as one could see his lower body jerking. Then,
as he pulled away, a strand of cum could be seen trailing between his cock and Grace's lips.
Grace cried out, trying to block out the horrific images playing on the screen. "Keep rubbing that
wet pussy of yours Grace, " Nakamori's hypnotic voice continued," Disobey and you will find
these videos distributed to your family and to everyone in your company..."
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
The story so far: After being blackmailed into giving her male colleague and the janitor blowjobs,
a young female office executive finds herself falling deeper into depravity to avoid going to jail for
embezzlement. A compromising photography shoot that had her in suggestive poses in a tiny
bikini, graduated into pictures of her being collared, leashed and led around like a dog, and being
forced to masturbate herself. The humiliation only escalates in the office...
Chapter Five (MF, public humiliation, forced orgasm)
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Grace was back in the office the next morning. Sitting at her desk in a white micro-skirt that barely
covered her bum, she squeezed her legs together, eliciting a delicious sensation that pulsed
through her pussy. Of course the fact that there was a three-inch long cigar shaped vibrator that
was lodged in her pussy made it difficult for Grace to help herself.
This morning in her hotel room, she had found the office clothes that she was to wear today laid
out for her - a low-cut deep-V blouse, and a white skirt so short she could have sworn that it was
half the length of the skirt she wore in high school. In her younger days, she was taken to task once
by the school principal who chastised her for wearing a skirt that only came to mid-thigh, showing
off her athletic legs to lots of admiring boys in school.
To go with the attire, there was also a pair of black pumps with four inch stiletto heels. The
instructions, probably from Royston, told her to wear the blouse but leave the top three buttons
undone. As Grace checked herself out in the mirror, she realized that with three buttons undone,
the center of her bra could be seen. Whoever was standing next to her would also get a good
eyeful of her bra-encased breasts. There was also the g-string which meant there wouldn't be any
panty lines visible under the tight material of the short white skirt. Finally, there was that vibrator
which she was told to put in her handbag and bring to work.
Holding up the cigar shaped vibrator, she stared at the smooth metallic silvery surface. Grace felt
a little disgusted but was also curious at the same time. She had never used a vibrator or dildo
before. And now, she was told to bring this object in her bag - what evil plans did Royston have?
Nevertheless, she did as she was instructed. Leaving the hotel dressed with the shortest skirt and
four inch heels, carrying a sex-toy in her bag, she got some stares in the hotel lobby downstairs as
she tried to catch a cab. She felt like they were staring at her as if she was a whore. Even in the cab,
she could feel the taxi-driver glancing at her bare legs frequently through his rear view mirror,
trying to look up her short skirt.
At last, she reached the office building. Due to increased security measures implemented recently,
everyone who worked in the building was required to go through a metal detector and have their
bags searched. To her surprise today it was a different security guard from the usual one who
greeted her every morning. She felt especially self- conscious of the amount of bare leg she was
showing today in the busy building lobby, as everyone was rushing to report to work. She tried to
pull her skirt down, but did not really succeed. As she stepped through, the security guard
checked her handbag.
"Is this yours ma'am?" the new security guard was holding up the three-inch metallic vibrator.
Grace could feel many eyes on her from the busy crowd of office workers waiting to get through
the detector. Red-faced, she said, "Yes... "
"We're not allowed to let anyone into the office carrying any sharp objects or unidentified objects
which may be dangerous ma'am," he said in a serious tone. Grace thought that he might have
grinned for a split second as he turned to catch the attention of another security guard, but was
not sure.
Grace stepped unsteadily closer to him, not sure as to what to say.
"What is this ma'am?" the security guard looked at her, the vibrator in his hand.
Grace could feel the heat rushing to her face now, as she stuttered a response, "I... That.. that's
something my friend gave me.. no I mean I'm not sure, it was a gift I just got."
The other security guard came over, and as his eyes took in the three-inch metallic object, he
started grinning widely. Then he looked at the pretty young office executive in her very short skirt
and four inch heels... geez, does she work in this building really, he though to himself.
"Well, can you turn it on for us ma'am?" the second security guard said, straight faced, as he
appeared to check her security pass. Grace was this stunning chick's name. He wondered : did this
office executive just buy a strange looking MP3 player or is she bringing her personal vibrator to
work?
Grace fumbled as she took the vibrator back, "Umm.. sure.." She looked for the switch. Finding it,
she flipped it on. The vibrator buzzed to life. Both of the security guards were grinning now.
Grace felt humiliated as she knew that everyone else going through the security checkpoint was
watching her turning on the vibrator for the security guards.
"Hmm... it's for personal use then ma'am?"
Grace felt like she could die. If she said no, she was afraid that the guards would confiscate it and
she would get in trouble with Royston.
"Yes..." she said with a pleading look on her face, anxious to get out of this humiliating situation.
She wondered what was going through their minds as she admitted to being the owner and user
of the vibrator, and bringing it to work.
"Okay then, you may keep it and step through ma'am" the security guard said, returning the
handbag to her.
Grace quickly walked to the lift, wishing the earth would swallow her up.
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She was seated at her desk, looking at the pictures in the file that Royston just gave her. They were
the pictures of her taken the day before at Joe's studio. She was posing sexily, while being scantily
clad in the tiniest bikini imaginable. Then there were those of her on all fours on the sofa and floor,
with a leash connected to a collar around the neck. Then there were pictures of her topless with
her wrists being tied to a rope suspended from the ceiling. Grace realized that these pictures could
destroy her career and life. Royston had her completely under his control now.
As if to emphasize the fact that she was under his control, the vibrator in Grace's pussy suddenly
buzzed to life, making the poor girl gasp out involuntarily. "NNngggghhh...."
Royston had made her insert the vibrator in her pussy under her underwear. He showed her the
remote control, and informed her that he would turn it on for five minutes every hour. Exactly
when in the hour would be up to his whim and fancy, and she would not be given any warning.
The vibrator whirred maddeningly inside of her, stimulating her healthy young pussy to secrete
lubrications. Grace squirmed in her seat as other people in the office walked past her cubicle. She
knew that her seat cushion was getting wet from her slick juices leaking from between her legs.
Royston did not give her permission to leave her seat.
As Grace looked at the compromising pictures of her, she recalled the later events of the previous
evening:
Royston's client, Nakamori was playing the video of her sucking off Royston in his office, and
then sucking off the janitor in the men's restroom, even as she was forced to masturbate herself in
front of him. She had felt the room spinning around her as the tightness in her pussy grew. In her
daze, she imagined that Nakamori's photographer Joe was licking her pussy. Or was it the
beautiful receptionist Natasha kneeling between her legs, slurping at her engorged little clit?
As the buzzing in her pussy intensified from the vibrator, Grace just recalled that during the
previous evening she had been obscenely displayed on the sofa, lying on her back, legs open wide
and her fingers rubbing her wet slit shamelessly. One or more people were also licking her
aroused little slut cunt.
In her mind's eye, Grace saw herself lying on the sofa, looking down and seeing Natasha licking
and gently nibbling her wildly stimulated clit. She heard Nakamori's voice say, "Look at the little
bitch wanting to cum.." That gave her the last jolt of pleasure through her body that would send
her over the edge. Reliving the orgasm from the day before, Grace felt the climax hit her, and hit
her hard. Only this time, the intense vibrations in her already soaking wet pussy launched her to
outer space, as she came again and again. A wave of blissful sexual release surged through Grace's
body from head to toe as the orgasm took hold of every muscle in convulsive pleasure.
Her spent body slumped on her desk, Grace slowly opened her eyes. She was shocked to find one
of her guys from the accounts department standing in front of her cubicle, his mouth open. Did he
just witness her orgasm? As the guy walked away, Grace realized that her hands were both
underneath the desk, between her soaked legs.
As George walked away, he adjusted his pants - his erection was becoming unbearably hard and
ready to burst through his underwear. Did he just witness Grace the sexiest girl in the office just
cum in her cubicle??
In the meantime, Grace was still trying to convince herself she was not caught cumming at her
desk by her co-worker. Quickly closing the file with her pictures, she kept it in her desk drawer.
As she got up, she flipped over the cushion on her chair to hide the wet spot, and went to the
ladies room to clean-up. Her skirt was white, and now it had a big wet spot on the back which she
had made when she came. Grace took off her skirt in the ladies room and tried to dry it with the
hand dryer.
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Grace's Hard Lessons
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By Dark Avenger (Send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)
The story so far: Grace is made to wear revealing clothes, and a vibrator in the office, and has an
involuntary orgasm.
Chapter Six (MF, humiliation, nc, oral, handjob)
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Grace was sleeping in her hotel room that night. Disoriented images of the last forty-eight hours
flitted through her mind, as her tired body drifted off to dream-land quickly.
First she was in Nakamori's photo studio, where a photographer was taking revealing pictures of
her. Then she was lying on the sofa in the studio, her legs open in an obscene posture, being forced
to masturbate herself in front of people that she hardly knew. Still, her body had somehow
betrayed her, and her mind chastised her for the orgasm that she had while being forced to
perform this act of perversion.
Then she saw herself going to the office that morning, feeling vulnerable and exposed, wearing
the low cut blouse and ultra-short skirt. To make things worse, she was stopped by that security
guard in the lobby of the building because of the metallic vibrator that set off the alarm of the
metal detector. Later on, the vibrator which Royston had buried in her cunt, would came alive
every hour as she walked about the office, or sat in her cubicle. Finally, after several hours of
repeated stimulation, she orgasmed yet again in an embarrassing deluge of juices, which
permeated her skirt and onto the chair that she was sitting on.
As Grace dreamt, she felt her pussy getting moist and slushy, but she wondered if it was just in
her dream, or was she actually getting wet as she lay between the satin sheets of the queen sized
hotel bed. She felt her dream drifting, back to the time she was a teenager again...
In her dream, she was wearing her school uniform, at a bus stop. It felt weird knowing that this
was the bus stop that she took the bus, from her younger days, and yet somehow knowing that
she was recalling these events that happened to her as a dream. She felt the breeze on her ass,
which was odd. Turning around, she was horrified to find that a wizened old man was holding up
her skirt, lecherously looking at her young slender legs, and her white panty clad buttocks. She let
out a little scream, and pulled her skirt down, and the old man just walked away.
Then she was on the bus, and it was starting to get crowded. She tossed and turned in her bed as
she dreamt. She felt uneasy, knowing what was going to happen next in her dream. Finding an
aisle seat near the back of the bus, she sat down. People were moving down to the back of the bus
now, as more people boarded it from the front. She felt a nudge on her left shoulder, but ignored it.
It was probably just an accidental bump from one of the standing passengers as the bus became
more crowded. Then it came again, and it pressed against her
shoulder.
Young Grace glanced up to see who it was. She figured that it was a middle-aged man in jeans, but
she couldn't really see his face from her angle, as he was standing right next to her left shoulder,
facing her. As the bus continued its slow and bumpy ride, she could feel the man occasionally
pressing his groin against her shoulder. Was it accidental or deliberate? she asked herself. She felt
an uncomfortable hardness, as he pressed against her.
When she considered if it was him that was hard underneath, she felt disgusted. Yet she couldn't
be sure, perhaps it was just the denim material of the jeans that was hard?
She considered standing up, or even confronting him, but felt too embarrassed. She decided to sit
through this, until she reached home. As it were, the man pressed his groin against her shoulder,
the shoulder of this teenage school girl, another twenty-odd times till she alighted the bus.
**
BUZZZ! She was awoken by the door bell. Where is this place? Oh yes, it's the hotel. Half awake,
she climbed out of bed, as the buzzer rang again insistently. Looking through the peep hole, she
saw a bellboy, in his late teens, standing outside of the door. Conscious that she was just wearing a
nightgown, she reached for the white bathrobe to cover herself, before she opened the door.
The bellboy was delivering her work clothes, not her own, but the ones that Royston would have
her wear to the office in the day and to the photo studio in the evening. She felt a shiver run up her
spine, as she realized what she had committed herself to - the minute she signed the contract with
Royston, a basic right that she had taken for granted like choice of her own clothing, had been
forgone, in return for his not sending her to jail. Peering into the large paper bag that the boy
handed her, she found some clothes and a box.
"All yours, miss." the bellboy grinned.
As she sent the bellboy away and closed the door, she examined the items in greater detail. There
was a crimson colored halter top and beige jacket, an A-line miniskirt, as well as a pair of
matching colored maroon underwear: a strapless bra and a pair of g-string panties that had lace
trimmings on the sheer panel in the front.
In the box, she found a pair of silver hoop earrings, and a thin silver chain anklet, with two tiny
blue beads threaded through it. This was accompanied by a short typewritten note, which she
guessed was from Royston. It said that from now on, she is to wear the anklet at all times,
regardless of whether she is awake or sleeping, clothed or unclothed, and that failure to comply
would have "consequences for her".
Forty-five minutes later, Grace was on the way to work. She was actually glad that the length of
the miniskirt went to her mid-thigh, compared to the impossibly short micro skirt that she had to
wear the previous day, which just screamed out "SLUT". Before this whole thing began, she did
consider herself trendy, and one of the more daring female dressers already in the office that could
actually pull it off, because she was young and attractive. She would wear skirts up to two to three
inches above her knees, treading the border between professional versus sexy. She believed that
she was both.
Now, she looked down at herself, in the back-seat of the taxi, consciously keeping her thighs
together. She never dreamt that she would be wearing something this short to work. If she wasn't
careful when she sat down, she
would definitely flash her panties in the office. Yet, she was feeling glad that it was ONLY six
inches above her knees!
Going through the lobby security of her office building, the metallic vibrator in her handbag set off
the alarm again. The security guards laughed, but waved her through. Red faced, she walked
briskly to the elevator.
Stepping into the elevator, she noticed a familiar person from her office, but tried avoiding eye
contact. She felt very conscious of her overtly provocative office wear, not forgetting the silver
chain around her ankle,
and the large hoop earrings, which brought even more attention to her legs and neck.
"Good..good morning.. ah.. miss Grace.."
Grace reluctantly made eye contact with the tall gangly man in the elevator and recognized him as
the office mail room clerk. "Oh, hi. Good morning, um.." (what was his name again?), "um.. Tony..
right?"
"Y-yes, that's, ah, right." Tony stuttered, as he usually did. "You you... ah dressed nice today." he
continued, a wide grin on his face.
"Thanks," Grace smiled politely back, but quickly looked up at the floor indicator, to see why it
was taking so long for the elevator to reach her floor. It's just an innocent comment, she told
herself. But she imagined him
staring lecherously at her bare legs, under the mini-skirt, and at her bare shoulders. She told
herself that while her halter top bared her shoulders, her jacket covered it, and that he couldn't
possibly see under her jacket! "Bye.."
she said to him, as she walked out in her high heels, when the elevator door finally opened on her
floor.
***
"What do you mean he knows??" Grace demanded frantically. A smug looking Royston sat
comfortably in his leather cushioned chair across the desk from where she stood.
"Well, you didn't clean-up after yourself my dear Grace...When you did the transfers to those
dummy accounts, and then withdrew the money, you didn't bother to close them did you?" he
replied quietly, toying with his fountain pen, while watching the news sink into her. "So, our new
accounting executive, diligent and eager to impress in his first month at work, finds these strange
debits and credits from non-existent accounts. Fortunately for YOU, he came to ME first."
Grace couldn't find the words to express her frustration: frustration at her own stupidity, and
frustration that despite all of these things that she is putting herself through, this matter seems
ready to blow out of control.
"So what do we do now?" she asked helplessly.
"What do you suggest?" Royston asked her back. Grace had no reply.
Royston sighed loudly, and stood up. "Let this be your first hard lesson Grace, cover your tracks
well. If you steal, don't get caught."
Walking right up face to face with the pretty young executive, Royston looked her in the eye and
said, "Since you've been such a good girl, I convinced George that we don't need to go to the police.
I told him that you are already being taught a lesson."
"Say, isn't that a really nice halter top and skirt that we got for you?" he commented, taking a step
back, casting an admiring glance at her from head to toe.
Before Grace could reply, Royston continued, "George wants in Grace. He wants to know how you
are being taught a lesson. Take off your jacket." Without waiting for her reply, he simply took off
her jacket, leaving the lady with just her halter top covering her above her waist. "Yes, it does fit
you well, doesn't it?"
"But what does he want?? What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling in emotion.
"I would say that in the worst case scenario Grace, you just lend your slutty mouth to his cock for a
day or two. Like you did with me. Suck him off in return for his silence. Well you've already
sucked the janitor off, so this
can't be any worse than that, now can it?"
Grace's fists were balled up, thinking about how all of the humiliation that she had already
endured with Royston was now going to get worse. It was all for naught, however, if her secret
was exposed at this point.
"And the best case scenario?" she managed to ask.
"The best case scenario, well, maybe he just likes to watch how you are being taught a lesson. Tell
you what - just suck me off in front of him. Maybe he wants to beat off watching you suck my cock.
Or maybe you can even help him with that!"
Grace shook her head in obstinate defiance. "No, no way! This has gone too far Royston. I've done
everything that I could. You can't make me. We had an agreement that I would be able to pay back
the money with this deal of yours. Those.. those photos that you took of me."
"The agreement Grace, was that you would get thirty thousand for the project. How about the
hundred thousand that I'm loaning you? How are you paying me for that?" Royston asked, as he
walked back to his chair and sat down.
"I'll, I'll find some other way to pay you that back! Give me a week." Grace pleaded, "Please."
"Okay, let's say that you can get me a hundred grand this week. I keep quiet. What if George
reports us both then? I'll become your accomplice! No Grace, as soon as you signed that agreement
with me, you were in all the way. You take instructions fully. You don't do as I say, I don't cover
for you anymore. Its as simple as that."
"I'll just go to jail then, you blackmailing liar!" Grace screamed at him. She couldn't see herself
sucking more of her co-worker's cocks in the office. Who knows where Royston will stop?
"There are worse things than going to jail, you little bitch." Royston's tone changed from cool to
being clearly annoyed now. "Hmm. What have we here on my computer screen. Photos of you
parading around in little more than your birthday suit, really make excellent desktop wallpaper
don't you think?"
He flipped the screen around, and Grace saw the photos that they took of her in the skimpy bikinis
that she was made to wear at Nakamori's studio. "I like this one.." Royston called up a high
resolution image of Grace in the pose where she had her thumbs in the elastic of her bikini bottom,
pulling it seductively halfway down. She didn't realize then that she had pulled down a little too
much, and the top of her bush could be seen.
"How about, if I send this off to your boyfriend right now? He's been overseas for a while, and
would love to know what his lovely girlfriend has been up to at home, wouldn't he?" Royston
asked sardonically, as he attached the file.
"You, you don't know my boyfriend's..." she started to say, but then fell silent as she saw Royston
key in her boyfriend's email address. "Wait!"
Too late. Royston had hit the Send button. Still looking pissed off, he found another photo. "How
about this one of you baring your titties huh?" This was the one where Nakamori had forcibly
snatched away her bikini top, and the photographer had captured the slightly astonished look on
her face, but more importantly her pert breasts, which she had only managed to hide partially
with her arms. Her upturned, taut nipples were clearly visible in the picture.
"No! No! Stop!" she begged, holding onto his arm, begging him to stop. If her boyfriend saw these
pictures, and took it the wrong way... She couldn't lose him! She knew then and there, once again,
that she was under the absolute control and mercy of Royston. "I'll do as you say." she said
meekly.
***
George, fresh out of college, had only joined the company a month ago, but in his first week, he
had already made up his mind on who the hottest girls in the office were. Ming had the longest
silkiest black hair he had ever seen,
not to mention her well-endowed bosom, but it was Grace, who was slim, petite and sexily
self-assured, who rekindled his adolescent fantasy.
As Royston said to Grace, George had detected the anomalies in the accounts, and approached
him. But there it had stopped, when Royston had explained it away as a confidential project that
he was working on with Grace, and her boss Mr. Shih. George, being inexperienced in the
corporate world, didn't suspect otherwise. Royston had lied, when he told Grace that George
wanted in on her secret. He merely saw an opportunity to further humiliate his once confident
rival, by making her give another blow job to the men in her workplace.
George received a call from Royston that morning, asking him to bring the files which he showed
him a few days ago. When George entered his office, his heart skipped a beat, when he saw that
Grace, the office hottie, was in there with him, in the middle of a discussion.
"Royston. Grace." he greeted them with a smile, as Royston gestured for him to sit down. George
felt a sharp intake of air rush into his lungs, as he took in the sight of Grace, in a sexy red halter-top
and short skirt, which showed off the shiny anklet just above her high heels. 'Cool!' he thought.
Tearing his eyes off of her legs, he looked over at Royston.
"Right," Royston said, finishing up his discussion, "so that's all set then Grace, you'll be presenting
this on Monday."
Grace nodded, but didn't say a word. George thought that she looked rather tense.
"Now, let's talk about these files that you showed me the other day George." he said, taking the
files from George.
"This is really confidential stuff George, you know. This is the project that we're working on here,
with Grace. She's promised to do her part really well too, isn't that right Grace?"
"Yes sir." she replied quietly, and then glanced at George.
George was surprised that Grace called Royston "sir". In the office it would usually be rather
informal, and even him, a newbie, could call Royston by his first name. Only the department
heads, and senior executives would be referredto with their last names. Even more surprising,
during his four weeks with the company, he had already heard numerous stories about how
Grace and Royston head-butted each other frequently in the two different departments, and yet in
Royston's office here she seemed extremely docile towards Royston.
"Are you surprised George, that Grace and myself are working so closely together?" Royston
asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Did you know that we were lovers once?"
Grace almost flinched, when she heard this, but put on a nonchalant face for fear of making
Royston angry again. Sure, she had several dates with him, but more out of courtesy, than out of
any real interest. It was hard for her to
reject a more senior colleague outright after all. What's more, she had a boyfriend, and he knew
that! When during one of the dates he tried to feel her up through her dress, after they had a few
drinks, she had put an end to it.
"No I didn't know that." a somewhat bewildered George answered.
"We're not really lovers anymore, but you know, sometimes we do catch up for old times sake, if
you know what I mean," he winked, putting his hand on Grace's thigh. Although Grace didn't
budge from her seat, she felt goose pimples forming on her skin.
"Why, just last week, Grace was just giving me a blow job! Right here in this room!" Royston stated
proudly. Grace's face immediately flushed. She stared at Royston with looked that could kill, but
didn't affirm nor reject his claim. "Just the type of thing that she loves to do, isn't that right Grace?"
he added.
"Um.. maybe I should go back to my work now," an uneasy George said, and started to stand up.
It was Grace's turn to look a little surprised at his reaction, but she didn't have much time to
consider what it meant.
"Grace!" Royston said firmly, "George seems to be bored, since he wants to leave. You aren't doing
your part, you know." George became more puzzled.
Grace glanced at George, and then back at Royston again, before she responded quietly, her eyes
cast down to the floor. "Yes, I gave Royston a blow job here in this office, and loved doing it."
George gulped. He remembered that just a few days ago, he thought that he had seen Grace
having an orgasm in her cubicle. But the whole notion of this gorgeous hot chick masturbating in
her cubicle, while there were people walking around the office, was just too far out, and so he
convinced himself that he had been hallucinating. And then last week, he had seen her going up
the staircase, between the first and second floor of the office, in the tightest, shortest skirt that he
had ever seen, flashing her ass cheeks, and a dark patch, which he couldn't decide if it was black
panties that he saw, or god willing, her naked pussy.
That image stayed fresh in his mind, so much so that he wacked off for a whole week, every night,
just thinking about the sexy executive's loins, and her bare pussy under that skirt, while she
paraded around the office in it. Now it seemed to make sense. If Grace was indeed having an affair
with Royston, and was as cock hungry as Royston claimed that she was, that would explain some
of these salacious things that he had witnessed. Her going to Royston's office in her slutty skirts,
masturbating in her cubicle, the blow jobs. 'My god,' George thought. He never would have
believed that she was such a slut, even though he had fantasized about it.
"She even carries around a vibrator in the office, for pleasuring herself while thinking about cock,
don't you Grace?" he asked, as his right hand slowly drifted up the side of her neck, caressing her
cheek.
"Isn't that right Grace?" he repeated.
"Yes that's right." Grace replied, barely audibly, her eyes looking now at Royston.
The fact that what she was admitting to had a grain of truth to it, made her cringe inwardly from
shame. She did cum with the vibrator buzzing inside of her cunt, while sitting at her desk the
other day. Though she couldn't help herself, as the dastardly Royston was turning the vibrator on
remotely every hour and pushing her to
the very edge, and then switching it off. Her panties and skirt were all slick with her juices by the
end of that day, and it was the eighth time the she was close to cumming when George had
walked past her cubicle, and had accidentally witnessed how she spent herself.
Royston's finger traced a line along Grace's jaw, and moved up to her lips, and began a slow
circular motion around them. George just stood there watching,his eyes wide open in amazement
that Grace was allowing this, without any sign of protest. And right in front of him to boot!
Royston worked the finger into her mouth."Suck it!" he commanded softly, only loud enough for
Grace to hear.
She slowly closed her mouth around his finger, as he began to move it in and out. He jiggled his
finger in her mouth, virtually finger-fucking her face. As he chuckled, a new wave of humiliation
crashed over her, as she realized the scene this was presenting to George. Finally, he pulled his
finger from her mouth, and ran it slowly over her wet lips.
"Work your magic baby," Royston guided her hands to his lap, "Let's show George how much you
love having a cock in your mouth."
George's erection was already straining against his pants, when he saw how Grace was sucking
Royston's finger like a docile animal. As she knelt between Royston's legs, George's erection grew
painfully hard in his pants.
Her fingers unbuckled Royston's belt unsteadily, certainly not looking like the pro that Royston
made her out to be. But what George could tell, was that Royston had a lot of control over this
lady, and obviously flaunted this power.
She edged closer on her knees, and unzipped Royston's pants, before easing his semi-erect cock
from his underwear. Grace took Royston's cock-head into her mouth, using one hand to pump the
shaft as she sucked on Royston's cock. George stayed rooted to his seat, watching the incredible
scene unfolding in front of him.
"Mmmm, what a good cock sucker you are." Royston commented, peppering his declaration of
how much he was enjoying her working on the business end of his cock, with guttural groans of
approval.
"Uhh. That's it baby. Sweet Jesus... your mouth feels so good on my hard cock! Mmm, that's it, take
it down your throat. Ahhhhh... Oh yes, lick my balls."
Finally, after several minutes of sucking by Grace, Royston couldn't hold back his sperm any
longer. Grabbing the hair on the back of her head with both of his hands, he held her head firmly
in place, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. (George could remember vividly for
months later how Grace looked like with her
mouth stuffed so full of cock)
"I'm CUMMING into your COCK SUCKING SLUT MOUTH! AHHHHhhhh!" he bellowed, as he
came hard, depositing his payload of hot fresh cum into her mouth, and a good portion directly
down her throat. A few more upward jerks later with Grace's mouth still locked firmly around his
cock, Royston relaxed in his seat. He let go of her head, and Grace moved back, Royston's erection
emerging from her open mouth.
"Now, what did you think of that George?" Royston winked at the stunned accounting executive,
as he zipped up.
George gathers his wits about him as he tears away his eyes from Grace, who was preoccupied
with wiping the dribbles of cum that had escaped from her lips with her hand.
"That was extremely HOT!" George exclaimed.
"Grace here really loves the taste of cum, don't you Grace?" Royston asked, chuckling, as he looks
at her. Grace was trying to decide whether she should be swallowing the man's vile semen. She
had no choice but to nod her head in agreement.
"Why don't you open your mouth, and show us how much of my spunk you have there, before
you swallow it?" Royston urged.
Grace slowly opened her mouth, displaying his fresh sticky semen, mixed with her saliva on her
tongue. At this point, George almost came in his pants. His cock was rock hard, and desperately
needed relief! George stared, as she swallowed Royston's cum, and then opened her mouth again,
to show that she had indeed done so.
"Now look what you've done to poor George here Grace!" Royston said, tilting his head in
George's direction, motioning for her to look at the tent in George's pants.
"Do you need some relief George?" Royston asked.
George couldn't believe his ears. Surely this guy wasn't offering his girlfriend to suck his cock, was
he?
"Grace would love to help you out, wouldn't you Grace?" he continued.
Grace nodded, and then edged forward on her knees, to where George was sitting. He just sat
there in a trance, watching the lovely female executive approaching him. She looked incredibly
erotic, with a trace of cum on her chin, and otherwise perfectly made-up face. Her slim shoulders
and collarbones bared by her striking red halter top, her knees on the floor, her feet still wearing
her high heels. The silver hoop earrings further emphasized her sexy neck, as they moved with
every little movement of her head, and gently touched her neck.
As Grace undid his pants, and freed his very erect cock from the restraints of his underwear,
George felt the pressure building up in his loins. He was taking in every detail of the pretty face of
this untouchably sexy young lady, moving so close to him, and just a few inches from his cock no
less! He only felt the cool touch of her hand on his boiling hot rod, and before he knew it, he was
blowing his load all over his lap from her jacking-off motion. "Ohhhhhhh please don't stop!
Oooohhhhhh." he groaned, grabbing the arms of the chair so tightly that
his knuckles turned white. His cock spurted in a torrential ejaculation, coating her fingers with his
white, runny jism.
George recovered slowly from the throes of his climax, aware that Grace had moved back away
from him, her hand that had been wrapped around his cock now covered with his cum. She
turned to look at Royston.
"You know what you love to do Grace." Royston remarked, a grin on his face. George watched in
amazement, as the sexy Grace licked George's fresh cum off her hand.
"What did I tell you George." Royston boasted, "Not only does Grace love to give blow jobs, but
she simply loves the taste of cum."
"Haha.... but enough fun for the day. George, i'll have to kick you out of my office now. I do have
some business to discuss with Grace."
"Yes of course, I'll see you later Royston. And - uh, later too Grace," George said hurriedly before
making his exit.
As George walked back to his cubicle, he was kicking himself for climaxing so quickly; would
Grace have sucked him too if he didn't come so soon? "Man, I love working in this company!"
George thought, his cock getting hard again thinking about cum-loving Grace and how she loved
to sucked cock.
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