BDSM Library - Story: Grace's Hard Lessons II, Chapter: Chapter 8

GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS

CHAPTER 8 (MF, mast, public humiliation)

** 7 days ago: CHOICES

“If you want your panties, you gotta suck my cock,” said Steve. “No compromise today,” the bellboy added. He held up a gossamer mesh thong.

Steve was elated. Just a few days ago, his cock had grown hard after watching the pretty Grace change in front of him – not just her clothes but even her underwear. It was the first time he saw her naked body. But that was not the best part. That day, he had ejaculated in her panties and forbidden her to clean it off, and made her put it on. He wanked off five times the rest of that day, thinking of how Grace was wearing the cum-coated panties around in her office, knowing that her pussy lips would be in contact with his sperm for the whole day. It was only yesterday when he came up with the brilliant idea of asking Grace for a blowjob in return for her panties.

Grace looked at the bellboy standing in her hotel room. She thought him to be nineteen or twenty years old. She thought she could sweet-talk him into giving her the panties, but he refused. Like all the other days, Steve had brought for her the clothes she would wear to the office today, clothes that Royston had chosen for her to wear. This included her bra and panties.

“So are you going to suck my cock or not? You’re not going to get your panties otherwise,” the bellboy said matter-of-factly.

“How about I jack you off instead?” Grace offered. “You can come into my hand,” she said.

The bellboy blinked. That wasn’t what he expected. The previous day, Grace had tried to sweet-talk him, and make him settle for a free grope but he refused. She had stormed off then. He considered if he should refuse to compromise, but he would risk all then.

“Umm… well alright, just for you Grace,” he grinned.

“Do you want to stand up or lie down?” Grace said, not believing the words she was saying. She could not look at Steve as she said this. She felt cheap.

“I’ll stand up,” said Steve. The bellboy took off his pants, facing Grace, who sat down on a chair in front of him.

Pulling down his briefs, Grace quickly got to work, massaging his semi-erect pecker into stiff hardness. It wasn’t hard for Steve to get excited as he stared at Grace’s barely covered slim thighs under that very short skirt, and the deep cut of her white blouse which exposed the top of her bosom. The curves of her fair breasts were pushed up high by the maroon bra cups in an alluring vision that fanned his fire of desire, growing by the minute in his loins.

As Grace masturbated him, Steve looked down at the heavenly picture of his cock in the goddess’s small hand, moving up and down.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty. I want to cum on your face,” said Steve.

Grace glared at him, still wanking his hard cock. “NO,” she said.

“Please?” said Steve.

She stopped masturbating him.

“We had a deal,” Grace insisted.

“Alright..please don’t stop,” Steve said. He was taking in the image of the attractive young executive all dressed up to go to work in her sexy office wear, waiting only for her panties. He stared at the top of her bra-encased breasts through the top of her white blouse.

Grace continued wanking the bellboy. Her mind began to zone out again – she recalled what happened the rest of the day before, after Royston had allowed her to wear the pantyhose without panties to hold the vibrator in.

There was a department discussion in the conference room. To her great humiliation, Royston had made her get up in front of everyone to take down notes on the white board, knowing how short her skirt was, and knowing that she was feeling especially vulnerable not wearing her panties. It was his way of punishing her for not asking permission from him for not wearing the panties given to her, even if it wasn’t her fault that the bellboy did not want to give it to her unless she agreed to give him a blowjob.

Each time she turned to write on the whiteboard, she could feel everyone in the room looking up her short skirt. She was sure they could see that this slut was not wearing panties under the pantyhose. She was sure all the guys’ lustful eyes were roaming all over her exposed ass, thinking of how her shameless cunt deserved a hard fucking. She was sure all the women in the room would have spotted the end of the vibrator and the wire peeking out from her needy cunt, and whispering to each other that this slut Grace was aching for a real penis to fill her inside in place of the vibrator that occupied it. She saw Royston smiling at her, his hand in his pocket, as she scribbled on the board, gripping her marker tightly. His finger was on the button of the remote vibrator control that would send her to a shattering orgasm in front of all these people. She imagined the guys whipping out their cocks, and masturbating behind her. Hard, warm and throbbing like the one in her hand now.

Steve’s groan brought Grace out of her reverie. Her fist was now moving so fast it became a whir. “FUCK,” the bellboy gasped loudly, as his orgasm arrived. Grace continued pumping his spasming cock as it shot out a string of white cum which narrowly missed her bosom, landing on her neck. Consumed by lust, Steve stepped closer to Grace, wanting to cum on her breasts. Grace resisted but could do nothing as the guy pushed his cock against her upper body. His body convulsed as he leaned against Grace. His cock convulsed in Grace’s hand as she tried to make him cum in her palm. As he recovered from his orgasm, Steve stepped back. Grace’s face betrayed her irritation and disgust as she looked down, opening her hand, revealing the sticky goo which came from Steve’s cock. But it didn’t all stay in her hand. “You came on my blouse and jacket!” she cried. Indeed, there was a wet spot on Grace’s white blouse, and a string of white cum on the front of her black jacket.

Steve was secretly pleased, even though he apologized profusely to Grace for staining her work clothes with his cum. Nothing made him more aroused than the fact that as Grace worked in her company for the rest of the day, she would be having bits of his sperm on her blouse and jacket.

He took out her panties – a pair of skin-colored thongs in gossamer mesh with lace trimming. Grace reached out with her other hand for them. Instead, Steve wiped his cock with the thongs, then made her wipe the cum in her palm with it. “You can wear it to work now.” Her look of disgust as she did so was pure poetry. The cum stains showed easily on the gossamer mesh material.

Grace had managed to trade a handjob for a pair of panties to wear, but he was proud that it was a pair of panties stained with his cum that she was would be wearing for the whole day.

When Grace got to work, she saw a note from Royston on her desk to see him in his office. After teasing her mercilessly about how she looked so ravishing in her high boots, he asked her to take them off. He gave her a shoebox. Opening it, she saw inside the pair of six inch heels she left behind in Mr Ko’s residence. Her fuck-me heels. Grace felt relieved, relieved to have her fuck-me heels back.

Royston also told her that while she was wearing her fuck-me heels, she was not allowed to kneel down or squat down to pick anything up or he would turn on the vibrator. She had to bend down from the waist, so if she ever dropped something on the floor, she was forbidden to squat down to pick it up, and she was only allowed to bend at the waist.

Grace had no idea that Royston had inserted a proximity detector in her fuck-me heels. She knew that if Royston did see her not complying to his instructions, he would probably do as he said he would. But she was thinking that he may not be there when it actually happened. She did not know that once the vibrator in her pussy came within six inches from her heels (which would be the case if she squats down), it would turn on automatically.

Grace discovered that somehow, people in the office, particular men were finding excuses to be near the staircase which she must take to bring the files from the library to Royston’s office. The worst part about carrying the files up the staircase was that she could not pull down her skirt when it rode up.

To throw a spanner in the works, Royston had set the vibrator off in her pussy with medium intensity – a nice healthy buzz that made her weak in her knees, even as she was made by Royston to fetch a number of files up and down the busiest staircase in the office. Medium was not enough to get her off but enough to get her hot and bothered.

This resulted in Grace walking in a peculiar manner, with her feet rather far apart rather than close together. Royston called this “the slut walk”. It was like the walk of a whore who just been fucked multiple times by a dozen men. Grace unconsciously did this, and so, coupled with the clothes she has been wearing to the office, many people who didn’t know her before assumed she was the office bimbo. Some new people who joined the company and saw how she dressed and walked assumed that she was a natural slut.

To make things worse, Steve had selected a pair of gossamer mesh panties, for her to wear that morning. After eight times of fifteen torturous minutes of medium intensity, with three minute breaks in between, Grace’s panties were soaked. The already sheer material of the panties became totally transparent, such that when Grace sat down, she could see her pubic hair through the thin material.

And so, she was starting to climb up the main staircase in the middle of the office, carrying a stack of files in her arms. The six inch heels made it a nightmare for her to keep a balance as she took the first step – and the files was partially obstructing her view, which made it worse. With a loud crash, the heap of files on Grace’s arm tumbled onto the staircase and the polished marble floor. “Oooh! I’m so sorry!” Grace exclaimed to nobody in particular, red-faced. She quickly squatted down to pick up the files from the floor.. The vibrator went off immediately, and being in the squatting position meant she that she felt the maximum blast to her entire pubic area, making her pelvic muscle clench hard, trying to eject the buzzing intruder trapped by her thongs. Caught completely off-guard, Grace gave a stifled cry. Her hand unconsciously covered her lower abdomen area – and then her legs went soft. She fell, as if in slow motion, to the cold marble floor.

Every eye in the room had turned toward Grace. Her butt was on the floor, her left leg outstretched, and her right leg bent at the knee behind her. All the men were treated to a generous glimpse of her thongs. Realising that she was flashing her undergarments, Grace quickly pulled the hem of her skirt down, but wasn’t very successful because she couldn’t close her legs together. She did her best by trying to keeping her right knee down to avoid showing too much, but the intense buzzing in her crotch was throwing her judgement off. In the confusion, she half remembered that Royston told her not to squat down or he’ll turn on the vibrator. Struggling to retain some dignity, she tried to get up, but found it a nearly impossible task with the six-inch heels.

Fortunately a couple of chivalrous gentlemen who happened to be nearby rushed to her side, and holding both her elbows, managed to pull her up. All this time, the vibrator wreaked havoc inside her already slushy cunt. The whirring motors were like a loud noise in her head, and Grace could barely stand as she tried to focus her eyes on her helpers – trying to establish if they too could hear the sound of the vibrator coming from under her skirt. When she finally did stand upright, the vibrator suddenly went quiet.

“Did you hear that?” said one of the men to the other. The other man was preoccupied with smiling at Grace, asking if she was alright.

“Hear what?” the other man replied.

“Thought I heard something..” said the man on Grace’s left, “..nevermind.”

Grace thanked her helpers profusely, feeling very embarrassed. She started picking up the files strewn all over the floor and at the foot of the staircase. Five men, including the two who helped her up from the floor joined in to pick up the files. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, Grace was preoccupied with picking up the files, forgetting her inhibitions about bending down too low. As the five men crowded around Grace helping her pick up the files, they couldn’t help but also take the opportunity to look down the front of her blouse. For those behind her, they couldn’t possibly be blamed for looking if Grace’s skirt was so short that she flashed her thong-covered ass again when she bent forward to pick up a file from the floor.

Unknown to her, at least one man went to the toilet cubicle later and jerked himself off on the image of Grace’s exposed bosom, bare legs, slut heels and a glimpse of her gossamer mesh panties. Visualising Grace hanging on the edge, her face pale, her hand holding onto a male colleague’s arm for support as she tried hard to resist giving in to an orgasm in public, the man decorated the tiled walls of the toilet cubicle with streams of sticky white ejaculate.