Jennifer Part 2.
What in the hell was happening, I asked myself as I staggered from the bed,
joints stiff, knees creaking. How could Jared do that to me? More importantly,
how did he seem to know what was in my head? He seemed to know every dirty
little thought I've had since I was interested in sex! You should get the fuck
out of here, a shrill voice yelled inside my head but I knew I was enjoying
this, needed this and even though I had just experience a really intense orgasm,
I was aroused at the thought of what may happen next.
I slipped my wet panties on, the sodden material clinging to me and tickling my
sensitive pussy and I crept into the main room where Sylvia and Jared were
seated, laughing and talking until his eyes saw me. "Did I tell you to put your
panties back on?"
"No Sir," I mumbled, face red with shame, standing there in my black bra, black
wet panties, thigh high stockings and high heels.
"Come here," he ordered and I stood between Jared and Sylvia. "Take them off." I
glanced at Sylvia who was laughing softly and shimmed out of the panties. "Rub
your face with them." Humiliated, I rubbed the wet panties over my face and
Sylvia laughed loudly. "Put them in your mouth," Jared snapped, "and bend over."
The panties in my mouth, I bent over, showing them both my bottom as Jared
stood, removing his belt as he did so. With a sharp crack, his whipped my bottom
with the belt, cutting across my flesh with a burning sensation. I yelped into
the panties, snapped up and rubbed my burning bottom. "Another one for standing
up," he said calmly and my heart sank. Fighting the tears back, I bent over
again, no thought of disobeying him entering my head as I had sunk deeply into
submission. The second slash with the belt hurt more than the first but I
remained bent, tears in my eyes and my bottom and my pussy on fire, a compelling
ache in my belly.
His thick finger slipped easily into my pussy. "The little slut is enjoying this
as well," he laughed and I heard Sylvia also laugh. "Get us something to eat,"
he said, "you can take the panties out of your mouth."
I rushed to the kitchen, throwing the panties into the dirty clothes hamper in
the laundry and started to cook, careful not to burn any of my exposed skin. It
was humiliating cooking naked except for my bra, stockings and shoes but it also
turned me on so much my head was spinning and my pussy was really squishy.
Jared stopped me when I brought the crockery out to set the table. "Two places
only," he said calmly, "you'll wait on us and I may let you eat later."
Face red, I placed the food in front of them after they sat at the small table.
"You smell of sex ," Sylvia said scornfully. "You're rather stinky. You'll have
to let her wash before you let her into bed," she said to Jared.
"I might decide she has to sleep in the laundry." My face burned at both
comments and was turning to return to the kitchen when Jared stopped me.
"We'll have a bottle of the special red wine and take your bra off, Sylvia
hasn't seen your tits yet." I removed the bra in the kitchen and found myself
massaging my skin to try to remove the strap marks as I wanted to look my best
for them. My breasts jiggled when I returned and poured the wine into their
glasses.
"She's rather big," Sylvia observed, sipping the wine, "but the nipples are nice
and long." My hand trembled as I placed more food on the table. "She's not very
well trained though."
When I returned to clear the table, face red, breasts still jiggling in front of
them, nipples erect and my pussy aflame, Jared gestured for me to stand still.
"We haven't been able to find a job for you since you were fired." Fired, I
thought? That's unfair, I was retrenched, not fired but I didn't say anything,
just stared at the floor. "I've decided since you don't have a job, that during
the day you'll work as Sylvia's maid. You'll complete all housework here and
then present yourself next door by ten. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," I said. Work as her maid? The words reverberated within my head and I
felt humiliated and degraded at the thought that he casually gave me away.
"I suspect you lost you last job through lack of discipline so we have to
address that deficiency. Now bring your plate here and I'll let you eat while we
finish our wine." I hurried to the kitchen and return with my small plate of
food. Taking it from me, he placed it on the floor. "On your knees, slut," he
said and I heard Sylvia giggle as I bent down. "Hands behind your back and you
can eat."
Eating the food like an animal was extremely difficult and they laughed at my
food smeared face as my pussy throbbed. This was so degrading but it made me
more aroused than at any other time in my life.
"I must go," Sylvia said after I finished. "At ten tomorrow," she said to me,
laughing at my smeared face. "I wouldn't be late if I were you."
Jared showed her out and then had me bend over the table so he could fuck me
from behind. It felt fantastic, his cock deep inside me, his hand slapping my
wobbling bottom and his fingers pulling my hair, riding me like a slut. I
managed to get some friction against the table and after he spurted over my
bottom, I screamed with pleasure, the relief so intense once again.
After cleaning the kitchen, I was allowed a shower and as I enjoyed the stream
of glorious water, I wondered what had happened to me, what has changed?
Everything has changed, I realized and there was no going back.
Jared was asleep when I crept in and as I slipped under the cover, I shivered in
anticipation of what was in store for me tomorrow.
