Molly tried to sleep on the couch. She couldn’t lay down next to her passed out husband in bed. She had to think. Chuck told her to admit to Jerry that she had sucked off both police officers. That would be awful, and why? She could tell Jerry she didn’t know why the cops let him go, and tell Chuck she confessed it all. How could he know? Yet something inside her knew that he would know. Somehow he’d find out. He controlled everything else. Everything he’d done to her was so neatly planned. He always outsmarted her. She felt helpless but to obey. Chuck made sense when he said Jerry wouldn’t leave her over this. She could make it sound like she was forced. If she hadn’t done it, Jerry’s third DWI could send him to jail. Besides, Jerry would be too humiliated to tell anyone what she did. 

She thought back over her whole life with Jerry. She got pregnant with his baby in high school.  Even though she had dumped him and was fucking one of his friends, when he found out he offered to marry her and support her. He didn’t even ask for a paternity test. She accepted because she was scared, not because she loved him. Years later, she had an affair with her neighbor’s husband Jorge.  Jerry began to act strange.  He’d follow her and come home unexpectedly – but he never said anything.  When she got pregnant again, he acted happy. When the child had darker hair and complexion than either of them, Jerry never seemed to notice.  Molly always thought Jerry was kind of stupid, and he wasn’t great in bed, and he drank too much, but he had always been constant. Molly realized her confessing would hurt him, but life would go on.

When Jerry got up severely hung over, Molly hoped he wouldn’t even remember how he got home. She took pity on him sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands over coffee. She made him some bacon and eggs. She sat down across from him while he ate. Just as Chuck ordered, she was still wearing the T-shirt the cops had spilled their cum on and the same pajama bottoms she had wet with her own excitement. Her red hair was a messy tangle of curls. Her large tits stretched the fabric of the shirt, and the bumps made by her nipples were obvious. The cum on her chin and neck was dry and crusted.

“Cops brought me home last night, didn’t they?”

“Yes”

“Did they say why they didn’t arrest me?”

“They made me give them blowjobs instead.” Molly looked down into her coffee.  When she looked up, she saw the shock and disbelief on Jerry’s face.

“Do…did you…?” Jerry stammered.

“You’re not in jail, are you?” Molly said with a bit of exasperation in her voice.

Jerry turned pale. “I remember there were two of them.”

“yep.”

“They both got blowjobs?”

“yep.”

Did you get their names? Their badge numbers?

Molly thought for a moment.  “No, they must have already taken off their name badges and I didn’t think about looking for their badge numbers.  I must have been too much in shock.”

Jerry’s hands were trembling. “How could they have known….I mean that I had a wife home alone…?”

“I guess they just took a chance.”

Jerry’s mind was reeling as he tried to visualize what his wife was saying. “Ummm….so they took turns getting blowjobs from you?”

Molly looked startled. She had hoped to avoid this. “No, I did them both at the same time.”

Jerry put his face down into hands.  “Did both of them cum…in your mouth?  Jerry’s voice trailed off.

Molly was getting more upset.  “Jesus, do I need to say this?? One came in my mouth and one came all over my tits.”

Jerry stared at his wife.  For the first time he noticed the dried cum just below her mouth, on her chin and down her neck.  “I need…I need to understand.  Were you naked? Did they fuck you?” Jerry’s voice turned into a whine.

Molly stood up from the table and yelled “NO! THEY DID NOT FUCK ME! I’ve had enough of this. I’m late for work.”

Molly strode into the bathroom.  In a few minutes Jerry heard her turn on the shower. He heard when the shower went off. He heard her going into the bedroom door to get dressed, and then she put on her jacket and left through the front door. Jerry never said another word or looked up from the table till he heard the car leaving the driveway.

Jerry felt shocked, sad, and utterly humiliated.  Worse, he was aroused.  If he had gotten up to follow Molly, she would have noticed his growing erection, and that would have been really bad.  He got up and walked into the bedroom.  He noticed the dirty clothes hamper, and went over to it. He picked up the shirt his wife had just discarded, and found the cum stains, running his fingers over them and inhaling the smell of other men mixed with the scent of his own wife.  He picked out the pajama bottoms and held the crotch of them against his face.  He inhaled the familiar signs of his wife’s arousal. He knew she must have been creaming her PJs to have two cocks. He felt like crying - he felt humiliated.  Yet his cock was hard as a rock. He lay down on the bed. He still felt his hangover.

He thought about high school. Molly was the class slut. He remembered his friends in the boy’s locker room all talking about how they had fucked her. Her big tits had developed even in junior high, before the other girls, and boys always stared at her as she walked down the hall.  After the first time Jerry had fucked her, all his buddies high-fived him and laughed, wanting all the details. But then he kept going back to her. She was the best he’d ever had. He fell in love – or at least lust. When they started going together, his friends made fun of him. They all told him stories about when they had fucked her before – and how. “Has she let you titty fuck her yet? She loooooves titty fucking. And getting cum on her face. Ha!” He began to feel the humiliation of being “in love” with a slut.

He thought back to the first time she cheated on him. It was at a party he didn’t even know about.  She was with a friend of his and they got stoned. As they sat on the couch, his friend had his hand up high inside of her thigh – in front of everyone else he knew at school. After the two of them left and went upstairs, a couple other boys followed them and spied. They told Jerry how they watched Molly, bent over the toilet and holding the top of the toilet tank, her jeans around her ankles as his friend pumped his cock into her from behind. They told him how Molly’s shirt and bra were pulled up, and how her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. They told him how she moaned and cried out “Oh God yes! Yes, Yes, Yes!” as his friend came deep in her pussy.

He tried to break up with her after that. She just let him go. While they were broke up, he began masturbating daily to the idea of his friend fucking Molly. Then he found out she was pregnant. She told him the party was the only time besides him, so he had to be the father. Jerry accepted that. Truth was, he wanted her back in his bed and he was willing to be publically humiliated to have her. For years he continued to masturbate from time to time, imagining his wife being fucked by his friend over the toilet.   

Then there was the affair with the neighbor. The way Molly and Jorge acted around each other, it was obvious. He remembered how he tried to catch them in the act, but when he did, he was too timid to say anything. Instead, he crouched behind the bushes outside the open bedroom window, masturbating as he listened to his wife fucking their neighbor, the slapping of flesh against flesh, Jorge’s ragged breathing, Molly moaning and telling him how much she loved it.  He knew exactly when Jorge came, listening to his groan as he pumped his cum into Jerry’s wife. Jerry would never mention it. He knew deep down there was a part of him that didn’t want it to stop. Another part of him feared Molly would leave. Until Jorge and his wife moved away, they would smile and talk to each other, as if nothing was happening, and Jerry would feel humiliated and torn inside.

Now with this cop thing, the sluttiness of it all, Molly getting two stanger’s cocks at the same time.  He pulled the cum-stained shirt closer to his face and wrapped the crotch of the pajama bottoms around his already stiff cock. He tried to imagine his wife, a cock in each hand, sucking one cock and then the other. He remembered one cop was black. He didn’t remember what the other one looked like at all. Why didn’t they fuck her too? Maybe they did. Maybe they just finished in her mouth and on her tits. He imagined a huge black cock spraying cum all over his wife’s face. He imagined her looking like she was getting off on it. Soon he was cumming all over the crotch of the pajamas Molly had creamed in only a few hours before.  As he lay there afterwards, he knew he had to know more.         

In the meantime, Molly arrived at work – late again because of the time it took confronting Jerry with what she had done. As soon as she could, she went into the bathroom stall to check her secret e-mail on the porn site. As usual, Chuck hadn’t sent her any message. She ached to hear something from him, even if it was belittling and denigrating her, as he often did. She sent a message to Chuck about the morning. She knew Chuck would want to know everything, so she included it all, the way Jerry looked at her, the questions he had asked, and how she had answered. It took a while. She went back on the floor, but her mind was still on the two men she had sucked off in the early hours of the morning, telling Jerry about it at breakfast, and all the head games Chuck was playing on her. She ignored customers and wandered the isles aimlessly. She went to the bathroom stall six or eight times to check the porn e-mail before Chuck finally replied. The message was one word. “Good”.

At the end of the day Molly was called into her boss’s office.  She was ready to be chewed out again.  Instead the boss told her she had come in late too many times. For too many days she had stood around acting distracted while others did her work. And the bathroom breaks – other female employees had told him she was spending a huge amount of time in the toilet stall playing with her phone. She was fired.

As she was looking through her purse for her car keys, she saw the bottle of prescription pain relievers a friend had given her because she was acting like she was in pain.  Actually the pain was from the whipping and the bruises Chuck had inflicted on her the night he shared her with his friend Ron.  She swallowed a few. She just wanted to numb herself. It was all too much to bear. 

As she pulled into the driveway, she saw Jerry’s truck parked out front. She popped a couple more pills.  She didn’t want to face Jerry again. When she opened the door and walked inside, Jerry looked like he hadn’t moved. There was a half empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. There was nobody else to talk to, so she started to tell him about how she had been fired.  Jerry was drunk and didn’t seem to care much. He told her she had a bullshit job anyway, and he was glad she was done with it. For once in his life Jerry was making enough money so they didn’t have to worry for a while. He knew she could find other work.

He asked her to drink with him, and she made herself a gin and tonic. Soon she was talking about what an asshole her boss was and slurring her words. Jerry didn’t know about the pills and was pleased the gin was hitting her this hard. He decided to take advantage of it. He moved her to the couch and poured her another gin, and topped that one off when she wasn’t looking. Jerry carefully tried to shift the subject to the police officers she sucked off.  At first Molly got all teared up, telling Jerry how sorry she was and drunkenly trying to hug him.  Eventually he got her talking about what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck, you should have seen the size of the black guy’s cock!” she slurred as she rolled her head. “I mean, the other guys cock was big too, but it was also cute. It had all this curly blonde hair around it…” Molly paused as if she’s forgotten what she was talking about. “But God that other guy…it was big and really, really black and he was all shaved down there…” Molly’s words were almost incoherent.

“Sounds like you liked them.” Jerry said, hoping to push her along.

“Fuck yeah!” Molly paused, and then shook her head. “I mean, I‘m not supposed to like it. I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE IT!” Molly held her head.  “I mean…I was just saying they looked…I mean…nice looking cocks…nice…yummy thighs…” her voice trailed off.

“So, where were you guys?”

“Right here on the couch, and I was on my knees riiiight therrrre!” Molly slurred as she pointed to the floor in front of them. Jerry could visualize the whole thing. 

“So who’d you suck first?”

“Oh, the black guy…definitely the black guy…I kept the other guys cock in my hand, but I got to lick the black cock first….huge in my mouth….”

Jerry was worried she’d pass out before she could tell him more.  “Then what happened?”

“The blonde guy started a leaking little itty-bitty bead of pre-cum…yummm---eeee! But when I got to taste it, the black guy started to pull my shirt off” Molly frowned. “He pinched my nipple…Hard!”

Molly was too stoned to notice Jerry’s face, or that he had his hand on his crotch, squeezing his stiff cock through his Jeans. Jerry poured himself another drink as Molly went on.

“They had their cocks so close I got to play with them and put them together against my tongue. But then the white cop started to cum…down my throat like…I dunno, could feel it in my mouth, jerky like, ummmmm… Then the black guy said he wanted to cum on my titties, so I held them up for him, and you know what? He missed them! How could he miss ‘em?” Molly shook her head and looked down at her breasts, holding them up with her hands. “He got me right on the mouth and chin…and THEN he got it on my tittles!” Molly gestured wildly, almost falling off the couch.

By then Jerry had his cock out, stroking while he listened. Molly looked down and murmured. “Awww…he wants some attention too?” She leaned over Jerry’s lap, slipping her fingers around the base of his cock and sliding him into her mouth. Jerry leaned back as he felt Molly’s lips slide up and down the length of his shaft, and then she suddenly stopped.  She was out cold.

Jerry sat for a moment, his stiff cock still in his passed out wife’s mouth. He tried holding her head and fucking her mouth with his hips a few times, listening to her gurgling sound, and feeling her drool ooze down between his legs. In his drunken haze, he wondered if she’d vomit all over his balls.  He pushed her aside and stood up, looking over his passed out wife. The whore that sucked off two men on that very same couch at in the early hours of that morning.  A whore for everybody but him!  He felt angry and humiliated, but horny as hell. And he still wanted her.

She lay there in her work clothes. Black slacks and polo shirt with the company logo that they made the employees buy. He took out his iPhone. She never let him take sexy pictures of her, and now he’d finally have some. He slapped his hard cock against her face and shoved it into her open and drooling mouth as he clicked the camera on his phone. She showed no sign of waking up.

He grabbed the polo shirt and pulled it up to reveal her large pale breasts tucked into a lacey bra with leopard print trim. She always wore sexy underwear to work. She always said it made her feel more feminine under the slacks and polo.  Jerry wondered if “slutty” was what she really meant. He took a photo then undid the bra and watched her tits slide out and to the side as he took more photos.  He took pictures of his hand squeezing her pink nipples the way he imagined the cop had done. She still didn’t wake up.

He began tugging her pants down, pulling them over her round ass. The panties were more leopard print. Bikini cut like she always wore.  He took a few photos before pulling them down too. The crotch of the panties felt warm and damp, and he realized his wife had gotten excited again just by telling him about what she had done.  Of course she had! She had started to suck him off, probably fantasizing about the other cocks she had!  His face flushed red as he took more pictures.

Her pussy was a pale mound with nice fat lips, topped with fine red pubic hair that she always kept neatly trimmed.  “Trimmed, but not for me” he thought, taking some close ups.  He pulled the slacks and panties down to Molly’s ankles and pushed her knees apart. He spread her pussy lips open with his fingers, exposing her clit, inner lips and gaping hole for the camera. He wondered how many cocks had been in there before him. How many cocks since then?

He staggered into their bedroom and came back with lube. He used it to oil up her tits before straddling her pale, slightly pudgy stomach. Wrapping his cock between her tits, he began to stroke, remembering how the other guys in high school said she liked it. After a while he switched around and straddled her head, rubbing his ass and his balls on her face as he took more pictures. 

He tried fucking her, and his lubed up cock slipped in easily for a few pictures, but he was drunk, and she was in an awkward position and limp, dead weight.  He got tired of doing all the work.  He spotted the now empty whiskey bottle and smeared lube all over the neck. Pushing it in all the way to the bottle’s shoulders, he began to fuck her with it as he took more photos. He stroked himself as he did so and knew he was going to blow soon. He continued to fuck her with the bottle as he moved near her breasts. He remembered how she described it, and shot his first load the same way - at her mouth, covering her chin and lips, before a second and third convulsion splashed cum all over her tits.

Jerry stood and took a few more photos of his wife, covered in his own cum this time.  By now the whiskey was hitting him full force.  He staggered into the bedroom and fell on the bed, passing out as he did so.

It was 9:30 AM when Molly’s oldest son Andrew came to the door with his girlfriend Christy and some donuts from the bakery.  He knew it was mom’s day off and she would be up by then and thought he’d surprise her. He used his own keys to let himself in. As the two stepped into the living room, Andrew turned pale. There was his mom, passed out on the couch. Her shirt and bra were pulled up under her arms, exposing her large breasts. Her pants were around her ankles, knees spread wide apart. The whiskey bottle still buried between her legs.

Andrew slowly backed out of the front door.  Christy hesitated, and then went over to Molly to check on her. Something was crusted on her face and chest, and it took Christy a moment to realize what it was. She pulled the bottle away from Molly’s pussy to give her some dignity, and tried to wake her up. Molly wouldn’t wake up.  Christy realized Molly was barely breathing.  She dialed 911…

To be continued.

Days slipped by since Chuck had whipped Molly and shared her with his friend Ron the police detective. At first she couldn’t sit without feeling the sting of the welts on her ass. Her pussy was so tender and swollen that she couldn’t stand to wear her customary tight jeans and opted for a skirt and no panties, which only made her feel sluttier. She kept re-playing events in her head, to the point that her distractedness resulted in yet another reprimand from her boss. Home wasn’t better. At first she wore pajama bottoms at night to hide the evidence of her whipping from her husband Jerry, but as the welts faded away, she continued to wear them as a signal to Jerry that she didn’t want to be touched.  The house was a mess and Jerry didn’t lift a finger to do the housework Molly left undone.  He just came home and drank until she went to bed, then he jerked off to internet porn before crawling in beside her.

More days passed, and Jerry had a rare day off, so he went out the night before to blow off some stress at the bar.  Molly stayed home and checked the porn site for word from Chuck.  No messages.  She stared for a while at the video close-up of Chuck’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy from behind. She showered and put on the pajama bottoms and fresh t-shirt over her nude frame. She looked into the mirror to see how the t-shirt hugged her large breasts, her nipples outlined through the fabric. Her still wet red curls clung to her pale face, a look of weariness in her deep blue eyes.  She slid into bed and soon found herself with her hand slid inside the PJ bottoms, knees wide; stroking her clit as she remembered her face pressed deep against Ron’s thick pubic hair, the musky smell of him as Chuck pulled her hair and pumped his cock into her.  Tonight she could moan as loud as she wanted in the empty house, and her wide hips rose off the bed in a crashing orgasm. Soon afterwards she was asleep.

The doorbell began ringing a little after 2 AM, followed by heavy knocking before Molly could get to the door.  At the door were two large police officers and her drunken husband Jerry.  Both of the patrolmen were young, a bit older than Molly’s oldest son. Both had hard, athletic bodies and military style haircuts.  One was blonde, the other black. “We’re here with your husband, we pulled him over for a DUI, but instead we brought him here. Where’s the bedroom?”  Molly led the men into the bedroom and the two cops roughly dumped Jerry onto his bed.  Molly moved a wastepaper basket next to the bed.  It was obvious Jerry wasn’t getting up for a while.

The two men walked with Molly into the living room and sat down on the couch as Molly stood in front of them, wondering what would happen next.  The black officer spoke first.  “This isn’t his first DWI, is it?  He’s not in the drunk tank right now because a detective over in vice wants to do someone a favor.  He says we get something out of this too. Get on your knees and suck us off.”

By now, Molly knew better than to resist. She didn’t even want to resist anymore.  Her will otherwise had been broken. She knew Chuck must be behind all of this. She dropped to her knees as the men unhooked their heavy belts.  The blonde officer’s cock was large – larger than Jerry at least. Nestled in fine blonde hair, It was pale but darkening as it stiffened. The black officer’s cock was ebony black, almost shiny – and huge, his balls shaven. Molly had not touched a black cock since she was in high school when her mother’s black boyfriend had taken her in that little trailer they lived in while her mother was work at the grocery.

She took a cock in both hands, gently sliding her fingers up and down both shafts before slipping her hands under their balls and feeling the subtle differences.  Their thighs were so hard and muscular.  She chose the black cock first, cradling his balls and licking the underside of the tip while continuing to stroke the blonde cock with her other hand.  The black cop looked over to the white one and smiled “Damn, this is what detectives get? I gotta take that exam!” His voice rose at the end as he felt Molly take him deep into her mouth, her curly red hair cascading over his black thighs, her pale skin and mouth contrasting sharply with his black cock.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the white cop staring intently at her sucking his partner. She continued to slide her lips up and down his shaft, conscious she was being watched and feeling his cock as it became rock hard in her grip.  She felt dampness spread down her thighs, her nipples hardening under the fabric of her shirt. She felt moistness on her fingers, and saw it was the white officer’s pre-cum dribbling down his shaft. She shifted to move between the white officer’s legs. She could see a bead of cum at the crevice opening, and greedily lapped it up.

The Black cop suddenly stood up and said “I got to see these tits!” pulling Molly’s shirt up over her bust, bunching it under her arms.  Molly wouldn’t let go of either cock, stroking the black cock faster, keeping rhythm with her mouth on the white one. The white cop stood up too, bracing himself against Molly’s shoulder.  She could feel the black cop pinching her nipple as he bent over to squeeze her tits.  Their cocks were now so temptingly close together. She sucked one, and then the other, back and forth, her hands around the base of their shafts. She pulled the cocks together till their heads were touching, flicking her tongue over both, tasting their mixed drops of seamen, stretching her mouth around both heads, stroking both shafts. 

She heard the white cop groan first, and she shifted for him to push his cock all the way to her throat. She say his body tighten and felt his cock convulse in her mouth as his load of cum pumped down her throat.  She never stopped stroking the black cock in her other hand until she heard “Shit, I wanna come all over those big ass white tits!” 

She heard herself say “yes, please!” in a voice that seemed not in her control. She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them up, presenting them to the black cop, her back arched back, her eyes closed and her lips parted stroked his cock over her tits. She heard him grunt as his cum came in long spurts, the first one covering her lips and chin before splattering on her tits. She licked the taste of him from her lips.

She looked down. The two cops laughed and talked with each other as they zipped their trousers and fastened their belts.  She remained kneeling and silent, her shirt up over her cum drenched tits until after they left. She looked in on her husband.  He was sound asleep. She walked over and sat at the computer. Logging into the porn site, there was a message from Chuck “Call me when they are finished with you, slut.” She went into the bathroom with her phone and closed the door.

When Chuck answered the phone, he insisted she tell him every detail of what she had done. She described every step – the sucking, the licking, the taste of their cum and the feel of it splashing warm on her skin. Chuck told her to masturbate while she described it. As she sat on the toilet and Chuck listened, she rubbed herself to orgasm for the second time that night.

She asked “What do I tell Jerry? I mean the cops didn’t arrest him, he’ll want to know why.”

Chuck answered with a laugh “Tell him the truth. You sucked off the cops to keep him out of jail.”

“Christ, I can’t tell him that!” Molly stammered.

“Sure you can.  Just keep it to what happened tonight and leave me and Ron out.  He’s not going to leave you for keeping him out of jail, especially since Ron says he has two other DWIs. He knows I can’t keep him employed if he can’t drive our trucks.  Besides, you know he’ll be too humiliated to tell anyone, so your sons will still not know what a complete whore you are.”

Chuck laughed again. “You tell him. And when he asks for the details, you tell him just like you told me. Oh, and don’t clean the cum off your tits and face till after you tell him. He might want to see.”

Molly was silent as she thought of it. She thought the worst was over, but now tears welled in her eyes again. 

“You enjoyed every minute of it tonight, didn’t you?”

Molly whimpered “yes, I did.”

“Make sure to tell your husband that when he asks. You wish they fucked you too, don’t you?”

“Yes” she said sobbing.

“Well, you can tell Jerry you wished that.” Chuck warned “but I’m saving your cunt for myself and a few choice associates. At least for now.”  

There was a long pause before Chuck said “Now thank me for letting you suck those young bull’s cocks tonight.”

“Thank you for letting me suck those young bull’s cocks.”

She heard the phone click off, and sat in silence.

After being fucked by Chuck, her husband’s boss, at that sodden construction site with all those homeless men watching, Molly continued her downward spiral.  On Monday, her own boss had her in his office to talk to her.  As a store clerk, she had to stay alert.  Instead, Molly stood around like a zombie, lost inside her own head.  Things at home weren’t any better, and her husband Jerry was no help. He just yelled at her more often for the laundry piling up, and otherwise ignored her.

For Chuck’s part, he was silent. Molly obediently went to the porn site to check for messages from him, but none were there. Not on Monday, not on Tuesday.  Just unsolicited offers of “tribute” from strange men.  Instead of checking three times a day as ordered, Molly found herself checking ten or twelve times a day, on her I-phone at work in the stall of the ladies’ room, as well as the computer at home.  Each time she checked, she saw her avatar – A still of her ass with Chuck’s cock half inside her, a reminder of the first night Chuck fucked her and secretly videoed her. Each time she saw the posted close-up video of her pussy, when he forced her to ride that red silicone dildo stuck to a table top.

Before this had all began, Molly masturbated a couple times a month, fantasizing about old lovers or men she wished were lovers. Now she was masturbating nearly daily, and to the most awful things Chuck had done to her. She felt dirty, used – like the whore Chuck told her she was. Yet, she hadn’t felt this turned on in years. For that she felt intense shame.

Finally, the message came.  She was to meet check at his office again.  She would wear her curly red hair down. She was to put on some of the things he’d seen before; her shear lace peek-a-boo bra, her large boobs and pink nipples overflowing the top, black garter belt and fish net stockings against her pale skin, her stiletto heal “fuck-me-pumps.”  No panties were to be worn, her thatch of red pubic hair exposed and her large round ass bare.  No other clothes allowed but her long raincoat. Finally, she was to wear the dog collar she had been forced to buy, black with silver studs.

Once again it was after hours and the night crew, including Molly’s husband Jerry, were at a work site a 45 minutes away, and not due back for a couple hours.  When she arrived the company, only Chuck’s office light was on. The building was otherwise empty.  She walked in and was shocked to find Chuck at his desk with another man, laughing and sharing a bottle of expensive looking scotch. 

They both stopped and looked when Molly entered.  Molly’s eyes grew wide.  The stranger was shorter, heavier and a bit older than Chuck, but bull-like with a massive chest and shoulders, a thick neck and large head with deep set piercing eyes. His was balding, but with thick eyebrows and dark stubble across his cruel face. He was wearing an expensive suit but still looked like a beast.

“This is Ron”, Chuck said, smiling. “He’s brought a problem to my attention, and he’s here to work out a solution with you.” 

“What….a…a problem??” Molly said, clearly alarmed and confused.

“Come over here and look at this security video we’ve received” Ron instructed, gesturing to one of the computer monitors.  Molly cautiously came close enough to look at the monitor. In grainy greenish hued light she recognized the Jersey barrier at the construction site where Chuck had ordered her to park.  She watched her car pull up to it and stop, her license plate clear and readable. As she watched, a man wearing a hood walked up to her car as she unrolled the window.  She saw him take out his wallet and hand her money. She watched herself open the door, turn in her seat and begin to suck his cock.  She watched as he pulled her up and exposed her tits and pulled her pants down, before turning her around to fuck her over the car hood. The whole time the man never looked in the direction of the camera, never showed his face. Her face, in fact her whole body, was exposed.

Something finally snapped inside her. She screamed at Chuck “Don’t you have enough on me??”

Ron calmly answered for Chuck “You mean the video where you are doin’ two guys in your bedroom, or the one where you do a strip-tease and fuck a dildo?” Nah, that might make your husband leave you and your kids disown you, but it’s legal. This shit is prostitution. You’ll go to court, have a permanent record…”

“What shit are you talking about?” Molly fumed. “That’s Chuck in that hood!”

“Can’t be. The time on it is during the game.  Chuck was watching the game with me.” Ron grinned.

Molly was livid, but she didn’t know what to do, so she tried bluffing.  “I’m going to the police. I’m going to tell them everything!”

“I AM the police.” Ron smiled, showing her his gold shield. “Now, be a good girl and SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“Molly, that’s enough.” Chuck sternly said, standing and moving towards her till his face was inches from hers. “You won’t say shit to anyone.  First, nobody’s going to believe you with three videos to try to explain.  Second, even if they did believe you, you couldn’t bear your whole family, including your sons, getting emails with links to click, opening them to see videos of you fucking and sucking like a whore. Third, deep down inside you, where you hide the truth from yourself, you are getting off on this shit like nothing you ever had before, and you don’t want it to stop.  Now drop that fucking raincoat.

Molly sputtered. Tears began to well in her eyes.  She didn’t know what to do, so she complied.  She unfastened the coat and let it drop to the ground, standing in front of the men as they coldly surveyed her body as she trembled.  Chuck commanded “feet spread apart, hands behind your back, chest out” she could feel tears run down her cheek. She wanted to run but stood frozen.  Chuck stepped back for Ron as he slowly walked around her, checking out every inch of her.  Suddenly she felt Ron slap and squeeze her bare ass cheek. “Nice round ass.  She’s a little fat, but you like ‘em that way” he said offhandedly to Chuck before shoving his large heavy hand between her legs from the back. Her whole body jumped as she felt his thumb slide between her lips and push into her. She was already damp. “Fat cunt, too.  How much do her tits sag?”

Chuck grinned at Molly’s discomfort and shame and ordered “Take off the bra.”  Molly unfastened the clip at the front and let the straps slide off her shoulders as it slipped down.  Her big, full breasts slipped slightly downwards.

“Not as far as I thought for udders like that.” Ron sneered, cupping one breast in his free hand as if weighing it. “I’ll let her work off her violations and the video will go missing, for now.”

“First things first. I can’t have an insolent slut” Chuck interrupted.  Looking angrily at Molly, “Bend over and grab the edge of that table.  Keep your legs spread.”  Molly did as she was told.  “Where’s the leash?”

Molly looked over to her coat on the floor.  Behind it, Ron had his tie and jacket off, and was unbuttoning his shirt.  “It’s in my coat pocket.” She squeaked, barely getting the words out.

Chuck fished in her pocket and pulled out the thin black leather leash. He doubled it, the way Molly remembered her step father doubling his belt before a spanking. Seeing it made her feel like a frightened, guilty little girl again. She lurched forward as the first stroke landed against her ass, instantly reddening her bare pale skin. The leash struck a couple more times, crisscrossing her round ass with red marks. Each time she lurched forward and cried out. Tears and mascara were running down her face.

Chuck paused. “Tell me why you are being punished.”

Between ragged breathes Molly gasped. “Because I was insolent”

The leash slapped around the back of her thighs this time, almost crumpling her. “What did you do that was insolent?”

Gasping, she replied “I yelled at you.”

Again the leash met her thighs, the burning sensation through her fishnet stockings. She jerked forward. Chuck asked dryly “What else did you do?”

Between sobs, Molly replied “I lied and said I’d go to the police”

This time Chuck stood behind her and swung the leash upward, between her legs. Molly screamed as the leather strap bit into her vaginal lips. “Oh God, please don’t!”

“And why is that a stupid thing to say?” The strap flew up between her legs again as her body nearly collapsed against the table.

“Because Ron’s a cop”

“And..?” This time Molly reflexively brought her thighs together, moving her ass away from the blow. The leash licked at her thighs.   “This continues till you hold still… What other reasons?”

“Because nobody would believe me… Oh God…” She forced herself to hold still, as she had to do for her step father all those years ago. She was bent over the table at the waist, her elbows tight at her side and her face against the table. The leash came up, wrapping itself up over her pussy. She slid off the table onto to the floor on her hands and knees.

“Why else?” This time the leash crossed her thighs. “Legs spread, slut.”

“Because I don’t want my sons watching me be a whore…Please stop” she said, forcing herself to move her knees apart, on her hands and knees on the office carpet.

“Why else?” Chuck demanded, as the leash swung up and slapped her pussy once more. She crumpled, her head and elbows on the carpet, her knees folded beneath her, but her ass sticking up, her reddened pussy lips on view.

“Because in my heart I know I want this.”

Another slap, this time across her ass, caused her back to arch and her head to come up as she cried out. “Why?” Chuck demanded.

“Because I’m a slut” Again the leash went against her thighs, but her pussy was still burning. She noticed the inside of her thighs were wet, and thought for a moment it was blood, but realized it was her excitement.

“Who’s slut?”

“Your slut.” Another slap, hard, but not as hard

“Then you should be thanking me.”

“Thank…..you….” she almost whispered as the leash came down again.

“For what?” This time the leash didn’t come down, giving Molly the chance to catch her breath. “Turn around and kneel in front of me.  What do you have to say?”

Molly came to her knees in front of chuck, sitting back on her heals, and looked up at him with her face streaked with mascara. Her chest was still heaving from the exertion. “Thank you for making me your slut”. Molly gasped.

Ron’s voice came from behind her.  “OK, so is it finally my turn yet?”

“Sure” Chuck smiled as he clipped the leash onto Molly’s collar and handed the other end to Ron.  Chuck stepped back and started to undress.  Molly looked up at Ron, He was already naked. She had never seen a man this hairy naked before. He had hair all him. His arms, legs and neck were thick and muscular. His shoulders and chest were huge, but he was a good thirty or forty pounds overweight, his round hairy belly protruded.  His cock was large and fat and veiny, coming out dense nest of black pubic hair.  She felt repulsed and intimidated.

“Time to start working off your debt to society.” Ron joked as he sat on the edge of the conference table. He jerked the leash to make Molly turn towards him. “Suck me off and you better do it good.”

Molly knew if she didn’t “do it good” she’d get more punishment from Chuck. With Ron sitting at table height, she had to stand and bend over his lap. She braced one hand on the table as she cradled his balls in her other hand. Her tongue circled the head of his cock. She ran her lips and tongue along the underside, till she was at his balls, kissing them. She could smell his heavy, sweaty, musky odor. She brought her tongue back up the length of him before wrapping her lips around his shaft and taking it in is as deeply as she could.  “Well, she sucks like a whore” Ron commented.

Molly startled as she felt another set of hands slide between her legs, fingers sliding into her tender reddened pussy. She heard Chuck’s voice behind her “She soaks herself like a whore too.” She felt two, then three of his fingers stroke in and out of her as she continued to bend over, afraid to stop sucking Ron’s dick.  She felt the fingers leave and moaned as she felt Chuck’s cock go into her from behind. She could feel his bare hips against her ass cheeks. His trim, tight abs and smooth skin contrasting the big hairy man in front of her.  

Chuck grabbed a mass of her red curls at the back of her head as Ron held the leash. Soon a rhythm formed. As Chuck stroked in, he pulled her back by the hair ramming his cock all the way in. Molly’s body heaved forward as Ron pulled the leash and his cock went deep into her throat. Her heavy breasts swayed back and forth as they fucked her mouth and pussy.

After only a few moments of this, Molly felt the wave of her orgasm overwhelm her. She cried out, but her sound was muffled by Ron’s fat cock in her mouth. Both men felt her body convulse, but continued to fuck her without breaking the rhythm. Chuck was next to cum, yanking her Molly’s hair back hard as he let out a groan, pushing his hips forward and driving Molly’s head even harder into Ron’s crotch. Both men held her tightly in place. Molly began to gag on Ron’s cock.

Ron handed the leash to Chuck and leaned back on the table, legs wide. Ron began stroking his cock and commanded Molly “Now lick my balls”. Moly obediently began to run her tongue over his balls, underneath and between the creases between his balls and legs.  

Chuck pulled back on the leash, pulling her head away. “Do you like licking he sweat off Ron’s balls”

Molly gulped “Yes” She found herself actually straining against the leash.

“Then ask for it”

“Please let me lick Ron’s balls”

“That’s right, slut” Chuck smiled as he let out the leash. Molly pressed her face between Ron’s legs. “Finger yourself while you do it.” In spite of her orgasm, Molly was still so horney she could barely stand it, but had been afraid to touch herself till told to. Her hand quickly went between her legs and she began rubbing her clit furiously.

Ron was stroking his cock fast now. He groaned “Now lower. Lick my asshole, bitch.” Molly had never done anything like that before. She hesitated.

Chuck jerked the leash. “Do it, slut!” Molly’s tongue went darting around Ron’s asshole. Ron groaned. He brought up his legs and held them by his shins, spreading himself wide. Molly rubbed herself furiously as she pressed her tongue against his asshole. Ron’s whole body tensed and he let out a loud long bellow.

Molly had never seen so much cum. Not even chuck blew off like this. It was in her hair, on his legs, on the table. She felt it warm on her face and it triggered a second wave of orgasm. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” She panted as her body convulsed.  The carpet below Molly’s legs was soaked. The men laughed at her. She was exhausted.

“You’re not done.” Chuck said sternly. “Lick up that cum.” Molly obediently began licking the cum off Ron’s thighs, and the bits laying in his pubic hair. She licked the tip of Ron’s cock before taking his flaccid cock once more into her mouth to taste the cum that dribbled down the shaft. When she was finished with him, Ron got up and started to dress.  “You’re still not done,” Chuck warned. “Clean off my table.” Molly understood. She began licking the table top to get the last of Ron’s cum. When it was clean, she looked up at Chuck. “Now go home. Your husband should be coming back shortly.” 

After the evening in Chuck’s office, Molly went into a daze. Jerry didn’t even notice till dishes began to pile up in the sink and his booze began to disappear faster than he drank it that something was wrong. It was like she had been traumatized.  Even sex had changed.  When Jerry tried to have sex with his wife, Molly just lay there and let him fuck her.  It was like she wasn’t even there. Finally he gave up and rolled off of her, and after he thought she was asleep, he went to the computer and jerked off to porn instead.

The day after Chuck had blackmailed her, then humiliated her - forcing her to do a strip tease and masturbate on his office conference table – she got a text from him. He sent her a link to a porn site.

He had set up a page for her there with her own e-mail. Seeing it caused tears to well up in her eyes. Her user name was “RedHairedCumSlut” and the profile horrified her. It said she loved fucking behind her husband’s back. It listed her city. Her description talked about how her pink nippled tits were big enough to completely wrap around a cock, and how her fat red haired cunt would squirt when she came. Among the interests listed were gangbang, bukkake, bondage and humiliation. She already had one video posted: a close-up of her pussy, riding a red silicone dildo stuck to a table top. Her heart sank. Nobody would recognize her, but she knew.

She was ordered to check her e-mail from the site three times a day.  Each time she had to delete messages from strange men making nasty comments about her web page and what they wanted to do to her.  Finally she saw his message.  She was to meet him at one of his construction sites near her home over the weekend.  The weekend?  When Jerry was home?

That Sunday, while Jerry was watching the game, Molly told him she was going shopping.  “Now?  What’s wrong with you lately?  Well, don’t forget beer.”  Molly anticipated that.  There were already grocery bags and beer hidden in the trunk. 

She arrived at the fenced off site, a ten foot chain link fence with barbed wire strung at the top.  The gate was unlocked.  She drove in and parked in front of the Jersey barrier right where she had been told. She looked outside the chain link fence at the underside of an overpass where the tents and blankets of the homeless were clustered. It had been raining off and on, and now it was getting dark.

She heard the sound of a chain being drawn through the fence, and knew she was being locked in.  Soon Chuck was standing outside her car window.  He was wearing jeans and a hoodie, the hood up hiding his face. “Here,” he said, opening his wallet and handing her a couple $100 dollar bills with a note tucked beside it. “That’s a shopping list for you.”  Molly started to look at the note. “No, you have time for that later. Now, suck my dick.”

Molly struggled to put her head awkwardly out the window to reach his cock, obediently put it in her mouth and began to slide her lips back and forth over his shaft. After a few moments Chuck growled “You can do better than that.”

Molly reached for the door latch as Chuck pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Opening the door and turning sideways in her seat, Molly wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and buried her face in his crotch, her tongue darting beneath and around his balls as her fingers ran over the length of him.  She could feel the misting rain against her face, her curly red hair dampening and clinging to her skin.  She could hear his breathing become more ragged, and soon she could feel a different dampness against the edge of her index finger.  She traced the tip of her tongue along the underside if his cock before running it in circles around the tip, tasting his pre-cum before drawing his cock deep into her mouth.  God, why was she trying so hard to please him, shy was she soaking her panties when he was abusing her this way?

She began hearing voices behind them - “Hey baby, I’m next!”…“Dude, pass that bitch around!”  She pulled away to look behind Chuck at the fence where the homeless men were gathered behind it. Many looked stoned.  She looked up pleadingly at Chuck.  He smiled and said, “don’t worry, I have big future plans for you – and if I gave you to them, I might not want you back.’

He lifted her off the seat and swung her around to her feet so she faced the men while he held her tight from behind, leaning against the car. Molly had to plant her feet wide apart to keep her balance. The men cheered and laughed as he pulled up her shirt, then her bra up over her tits and started squeezing one pink nipple while keeping his other arm tight around her waist. Some of the drunken men pulled out their cocks and began masturbating to the free show.  Soon Chuck had her jeans and panties down around her thighs, exposing her pussy.  The men could see her large heaving tits, her arched pale and slightly pudgy stomach, and the dense red hair of her pussy - all lit up by the nearby streetlight.  The men whistled and yelled their vulgar comments. Molly felt Chuck’s finger slide between her pussy lips, spreading them open as he rubbed her clit. She could feel Chuck's hard cock pressed against her bare ass and felt her own warm dampness down the inside of her thigh.  She was horrified.  Why was her body reacting like this??

Feeling her arousal, Chuck spun her around again, and pushed her down hard on the car hood. His cock penetrated her wet loose pussy before she could recover.  She could feel the cold, damp metal against the side of her face, and against her tits as they pushed against the car with each of his strokes. The men got louder, drowning out her own grunts and moans.  Chuck grabbed two handfuls of her curly long red hair and pulled her head back hard, holding onto her hair like the bridle of a horse, his hips pounding her ass as his cock slid in and out of her.  She began to squeal loudly over the sound of the men as waves of orgasm overtook her.  Some men began to applaud. Soon she could feel Chuck tense as he began to cum inside her. When he pulled out, she could feel cum and her own juices trickle down her leg.

Exhausted, she stayed bent over the car for a moment as he stepped away and zipped up his jeans. She then arranged her clothes as the men watched.  He said “Make sure your doors are locked before you exit the gate.”  She wasted no time locking herself into the car and pointing it toward the exit.  When chuck opened the gate, she hit the gas and spun her tires, throwing up gravel till her tires reached the pavement, then fishtailed for a moment before speeding off.

She was still flushed with her hair matted when she got home.  Jerry was watching the post-game highlights and didn’t look up.  He’d gone through the beer and started on the whiskey.  Molly knew he was too drunk to notice anything wrong.  She put away the groceries, then remembered the shopping list Chuck had given her.  Her heart sank again as she read it.  “Dog Collar to fit you, and a leash. Keep the rest as a reward for being a whore.”

Molly went to bed as soon as she could after putting the groceries away and washing herself. She lay there awake, unable to sleep.

After a while Jerry stumbled into the bedroom, pulling off his pants and sliding under the sheets beside her.  He smelled of whiskey, the way she imagined the men behind the fence must have smelled.  Soon Jerry was fondling her breasts. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh. He had left his shirt and his socks on, and was working down his undershorts as he climbed on top of her and started kissing her neck. She could feel his unsaven face against her skin. She began to imagine one of the homeless men on top of her, the others standing and stroking their cocks as they watched.  Suddenly she was aroused again. She shut her eyes tightly and dug her finger nails into her husband’s back. Her hips pressed up against his as she tried to get him in deeper. She began to groan and bite her lip, her mind focused on her fantasy, afraid to say anything to give it away.

After only a few thrusts, Jerry groaned and blew his own load into his wife. He rolled over and was soon asleep.  Molly lay awake, horrified at the fantasy that wouldn’t leave her mind, till she finally gave into it and fingered herself to a much less intense orgasm than she had experienced on that cold, wet car hood.

A few days had passed since Jerry’s boss, Chuck, fucked Molly for a second time.  After the first time, bent over their bed with her husband passed out in front of her, she thought it was a drunken, one night stand.  After he returned to fuck her across their dining room table while her husband was at work, she began to think of it as occasional sex on the side.

Ok, she rationalized to herself. This wasn’t her first “friends with benefits” situation, and Chuck was definitely someone she could benefit from, and not just for Jerry’s job security.  She hadn’t been so turned on by a man in years!  But why? He was so fucking rough, and showed her no respect, no compassion, no anything!  She didn’t understand it herself, but she convinced herself to go ahead and enjoy the affair while it lasted.  One thing though, she thought - Chuck had to be taught he wasn’t god almighty.

About mid-week, Jerry came home with a smile on his face. As he poured himself his first drink of many that evening, he told Molly how he’d been picked to be part of a crew working on a government contract - prevailing wage – but even better, a job requiring lots of night work and overtime at time and a half! He soon stumbled off to bed, rambling about all the stuff he would buy.  Molly smiled, thinking of getting Chuck’s broad shoulders and stiff cock, and Jerry coming home late with enough money to pay the bills.

The first night Jerry was gone, Molly got a text from Chuck, telling her – Not asking! – TELLING her to be at his office at six.  Molly thought this was a perfect time to take Chuck down a notch.  She didn’t reply.  Instead she took advantage of her time alone with Jerry gone. She slipped herself into a nice hot bath with fragrant oils. She looked down at her large breasts, buoyant in the water, feeling very sexual.  Later, she slipped between the covers, fingering herself to orgasm, thinking about the next time Chuck would text, and ASK for her.

The next day the text didn’t come.  It made her a little nervous, but ok, she’d play the game.  The day after the text did come, TELLING her to come to his office NOW.  She wanted to protest, but realized she was, after all, dealing with the man who had kept her husband from being fired.  Perhaps it was a good idea to give in, just a little.  She’d already planned what to wear.  Sheer lace peek-a-boo bra, her pink nipples just riding over the edge. Matching sheer thong panties, her mound of red pubic hair clearly visible through the front against her pale skin.  Garter belt, thigh high stockings.  White blouse, just sheer enough to make him want to see what’s beneath. Her red curls worn down over her shoulders. Lots of cleavage. Red skirt, slit up the side. And her stiletto heal “fuck-me-pumps.”   She looked more like a hooker than an employee’s wife, but she knew Chuck wasn’t taking her where they would be seen.

She arrived in the empty parking lot, and saw the light on in his office window.  Walking in the building and down the hall, she was shocked and embarrassed to see Chuck’s elderly secretary still at her desk. The old woman sized Molly up with her glare, and just jerked her head in the direction of Chuck’s office door.

Chuck’s office was set up to double as a conference room.  His large desk was at the far end of a long table, forming a “T” shape.  There were two computer monitors on the left and right, with enough room in between to look down the length of the desk to the door at the other end.  When Molly came in, she immediately felt intimidated.  Chuck was seated in his large desk chair, quietly eyeing her across the long table.  Molly stammered “Your secretary! She’s….”

“Discreet.” Chuck said in a mater-of-fact tone.  “Dad picked her for me after…after a couple indiscreet predecessors” Molly remembered the rumors about paying off the last two secretaries to avoid some sort of scandal. Chuck laughed.  “I think my old man probably did the same to her as I’m about to do to you.”

Molly felt off balance, but decided to flirt. “And what exactly do you think you are about to do?” she said. It took an uncomfortably long time to walk the length of that table and sit at the edge of Chuck’s desk, crossing her legs to let the skirt ride up a little.

“Turn you into my slut” Chuck said coldly, his eyes leveled at her.

Molly pulled back as though burned.  “You said we’d make a good team, but if you want it, you’ve go to get rid of that fucking attitude, because I don’t need this.  Molly started to walk to the door, actually hoping Chuck would say something to stop her.

“I said team. I didn’t we’d be equal partners.” Chuck growled.  Molly paused.  Chuck’s voice softened.  “I see both your sons are on social media.”

What? Molly said, completely confused.

“Come over here.” Chuck said, gesturing to one of the two computer screens on his desk.  There, in overlapping windows, were her son’s Facebook pages. “I see they have friended their grandparents. How nice.”  Chuck’s face turned hard. “You know, I can send them and all their friends a file I made.  Check it out.”

Molly looked at the other computer screen.  There she saw herself, the first night Chuck had fucked her. 

She saw what she knew was her passed out husband, but all the video showed were a man’s stomach and thighs, the back of her head and her long red curls hiding his flaccid cock.  She heard herself grunt as she held back her moans, sounding as though her mouth were full of the cock in front of her. The video didn’t stay on her head long enough to show Jerry wasn’t moving before panning back to her plump, round ass.  She watched the close-up of Chuck's cock slide in to her slowly, then slide out almost to the tip, before shoving it back in till his balls slapped against her fat pussy lips.  For the first time she could remember, she heard a raspy voice sneer “come on little piggy, you can do better.” She heard herself begin to groan out loud and rock forward on her elbows.

She watched as her moans became louder, combined with the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping sound each time Chuck drove his cock into her.  She heard herself say “Fu…fu…oh…fuck….ah…fuck me…” And the harder he fucked her the louder she got “…god…god you have no idea…god it’s been so long…Ah harder…please…please…please...god your cock is good…Oh, oh, OH, FUCK MEEEE…” Molly watched as Chuck stopped moving and she continued to rock forward and back, desperately fucking his cock. She saw the camera pan around the bedroom.  She saw her own and Chuck’s reflection in the vanity mirror, only chuck’s upper body was hidden above the edge. Finally, the camera panned to the bedside photo of Molly’s two sons.  

Molly was stunned.  Horrified.  No way could the video be seen as anything but consensual sex, and clearly not a video of just her and her husband. Her mind raced. She felt trapped, helpless.  She just wanted to run, but knew if she did, Chuck would destroy her world. 

Chuck smiled and said “On your knees” and shoved Molly off the edge of his desk.  Landing on her ass, she didn’t know what to do. So she obeyed, rising to her knees in front of him and sitting on her heels.  Chuck said “knees spread. Wider, wider.  Now arch your back.”  She felt uncomfortable and exposed. Her clothes felt tight, her breasts stretching at the buttons on her blouse. Kneeling practically between the legs of this man in his big executive chair.

When Chuck was satisfied with Molly’s position, he said “I have a present for you”, and handed her a gift box.  Afraid of what she might find, she opened it to find a large dildo, a translucent red silicone cock, complete with balls and a suction cup at the base.  Smiling, Chuck said “Say thank you.”

Tears welling in her eyes, Molly looked up at Chuck like a terrified animal. “…Thank…you…” she said as tears and mascara began to run down her cheeks.

“Open your mouth” Chuck ordered, and Molly complied.   Sliding the dildo between her lips, Chuck commanded “Suck it.” Molly tightened her lips around the fake cock while Chuck played with her, sliding it in and out of her mouth slowly, making her lick the tip.  She could taste a silicone, and the oily lube than had it had already been covered in. Soon Chuck tired of the game.  “Now, up on the table”, he ordered.

Molly awkwardly rose and nearly fell trying to climb onto the table in her high heels.  Chuck ordered her to stand on the table facing him.  Idly he clicked on an icon with his computer mouse.  Music came over the speakers slow and raunchy.  He ordered her to strip. She started to unbutton her blouse.  “No...with the music” he commanded.  She began to move awkwardly with the music, aware of his gaze, removing her blouse, and then her skirt, and dropping them to the side of the table.  “OK, that’s almost far enough. Now the panties.  Leave the garter belt on.”

“But...but I can’t take off my panties because the garter belt is over them…”  Chuck stared at her hard.  Without saying a word he opened the desk drawer in front of him and slid a pair of scissors across the table.  Again, Molly obeyed. She moved her hips to the music, slowly cutting away the expensive lace panties and dropping them to the side.  She stood facing him, swaying in time, wearing her black lace pushup bra, pink nipples poking over the top. Her red thatched pussy exposed below her garter belt and above her thigh high stocking and stiletto heels. She felt Chucks gaze reduce her to a whore.  

Chuck tossed the dildo across his desk. “Stick it to the table and ride it.” Wide eyed and trembling, Molly grasped the silicone cock and tried to press the suction cup to the table.  After the second failed attempt, Chuck laughed, “You know what to do”. Awkwardly, Molly ran her tongue over the base of the dildo. “Slow and sexy, to the music” Chuck instructed.  Molly extended her tongue and slid it slowly along the edge of the suction cup giving it enough moisture to make it stick when she pressed it the surface of the table. 

Straddling the rubber cock, she awkwardly squatted over it, hands on either side, steadying herself. Her heels got in the way and she couldn’t get down far enough, only able to get the first couple inches in.  She was shocked to realize her pussy was wet and ready to accommodate it.  Her nipples were hard. She was aroused and hated herself for being aroused. As she rode the head of the dildo, her fluids ran down the sides and formed a puddle on the table.  Soon she was on her knees, her ass between her heels, her hands behind her feet and her back arched, knees apart as she rode the rubber cock for Chuck to view from his executive’s chair.  By then his trousers were unzipped, and he was stroking his own cock lightly.

“OK, now on your back.”  Molly didn’t need to be told what to do next.  She lay on her back, legs spread wide for Chuck to watch her pussy as she held the rubber cock in her hand, pushing it in and out, fucking herself with it faster and faster.  Chuck, still in his chair, stroked his own cock faster, She felt slightly sickened as her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her hips lifting high in the air as she drove the dildo deep inside her. God, what was wrong with her?

Then, the intercom buzzed.  Molly heard the secretary say “The foreman called, the work crew is on their way back and should be here in ten minutes.”

Chuck ordered Molly “Get over here and kneel, and hold that cock in you”.  Molly positioned herself in front of Chuck, and knelt with her knees wide, hands between her legs, holding the flexible cock in place.  Chuck grabbed her hair at the back of her head and ordered her to open her mouth. He pushed his hard cock deep into her mouth until she started to choke, held it for a moment then withdrew, only to push it into her mouth till she started to choke again.  Molly kept her hands between her legs as Chuck griped her head between his hands began fucking her mouth hard. Pulling out at the last moment, he gripped her hair in one hand, holding her head still as he pointed his cock at her face, ejaculating again and again across it as she closed her eyes with her mouth still open.

Chuck stood up and zipped his fly.  “I’m going down to meet your husband and the rest of the crew when they come in.  You’ve got about five minutes to get out of the parking lot.”

Molly rushed to step into her skirt and put on her blouse, rushing past the secretary as she buttoned it.  The secretary looked up at Molly’s smeared makeup and the cum caked on her face. The secretary’s expression was one of distain, but she said nothing.

Safe in her car and leaving the employee parking lot, she saw the headlights of the trucks as they began driving up to the docks at the other side of the property.

The weekend after the company picnic was a tough one. Molly woke in the middle of the night, having slid off the bed with her jeans still around her ankles. With her head still swimming, she was barely able to get her shoes and jeans off, go to the bathroom to throw up and get back into bed. Fortunately in the morning Jerry couldn’t even remember how they got home, and assumed by waking up naked that the two of them had made the damp spot on the sheet when they got home.

Molly was the first to get out of bed and saw the keys on the floor under the mail slot and their car in the driveway. At least she didn’t have to face Jerry’s boss with her hangover and her pussy still throbbing from the fucking her had given her. She put on a robe and sat at the dinner table as she pondered what to do next. It wasn’t like she hadn’t cheated on Jerry before. When the kids were younger, she’d had a purely sexual affair with her next door neighbor’s husband for about a year till they moved. Then here was the party where everyone got drunk and she ended up fucking her brother-in-law. Neither wanted to hurt anybody, and they never spoke of it. Then there was the ex-boyfriend who found her on Facebook. He came to town for a weekend and they fucked like crazy in his hotel room and Jerry never suspected. Sometimes it was good to be married to a stupid man. This time will be no different, she hoped.

Jerry spent the weekend recovering from his hangover, drinking beer, and worrying about his new hire 90 day review. He was certain he’d be canned, especially after getting totally wasted at the picnic in front of his supervisor and the company owner. Molly silently wondered if fucking the boss that Friday night might make him avoid firing Jerry just to keep things quiet.

On Monday, Molly woke up to the sound of Jerry leaving for work. She didn’t have to be at work for a couple more hours and the years of waking up to make Jerry breakfast were long over. Barely awake, her mind drifted back to Chuck fucking her. She loved the smell of him, the feel of him sliding in and out of her from behind. She began to realize the fear from having Jerry unconscious on the bed was part of what made her so excited that she let go and soaked everything. She hadn’t had such an overwhelming orgasm in years. She turned over on her stomach, and pulled her knees up, sliding her hand between her legs. Her eyes tightly closed as she stroked her clit, fantasizing about what Chuck had done.

Suddenly she was startled by a rap on the door. Still not completely awake, she headed for the door wearing only the oversized t-shirt she slept in. She only opened it a crack to see who was there when Chuck pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” Molly Stuttered.

“I brought coffee, not sure what you like, so this one’s a late and the other one is drip.” Chuck said as he strode to the table and set the paper cups down. He turned and looked Molly over. Her red hair was a mass of uncombed curls. The t-shirt didn’t hide much. Her heavy tits were clearly free beneath the material and he could see the nipples pressed against the fabric. The hem of the shirt stopped about three inches short of her crotch.

Molly could feel his eyes looking her over, and she felt flush. She thought “shit, why can’t we just pretend it didn’t happen,“ but instead she sighed, “Ok, I guess we got to talk.” She sat down at the table, holding the hem, careful not to give him a shot of her pussy. For the longest time he just sipped his coffee. Finally Molly said. “Look, things just happened. I don’t want Jerry to know, and I’m sure you don’t want it to get around work….”

Chuck smiled. “Things don’t just happen. I make them happen. I’ve wanted to fuck you since you brought Jerry his lunch at work that first week.” He paused to watch Moly’s pale skin flush red, and her blue eyes widen. “The fact is, we could make a good team. You need a few nice things around here. Jerry’s pretty worthless, and he’s going to be worthless to any other employer. His new hire review is up, and I think I could save him.”

The words hit Molly like a punch to the gut. “Fuck you! You think you can blackmail me into fucking you? We managed for years without you and…”

“Oh, you’re going to get fucked.” Chuck cut her off. “The question is what you get out of it. I can be very good to you, or things can get worse for you without me doing a thing. I saw how you acted. You wanted to get fucked. By me. And hard. While we were fucking you moaned about how long it had been. Now you don’t have to wait.”

He stood up and grabbed her by her curly red hair, pulling it back. His mouth was over hers before she could reply, forcing his tongue between her lips and pulling her to him. She grabbed him under the arms just to keep from falling off the chair, and he lifted her bare ass onto the table before she could protest. Coffee spilt to the floor. Her finger nails dug into his back. “Fuck you!” she sputtered.

“No, fuck you.” He laughed as he slid his hand between her legs. “Sorry I can’t wait till your pussy gets wetter, but I have a meeting in an hour.” He said, grabbing the butter from the table and squeezing it between his fingers. Shoving two buttery fingers back in, he grinned. “Maybe I didn’t need this after all.”

She pounded on his back with her fists as he unzipped his pants and pushed his cock inside her. She bit his shoulder through his shirt and dug her nails into his back again. He continued to drive his cock into her. God, she didn’t want to cum, but she felt herself giving in. “Damn him for knowing I need to fuck him” she thought. Before she could stop, her hips were moving to his thrusts. He pulled her shirt off over her head, and laid her on her back across the table. The table creaked and her tits rolled back and forth with his stroking. Once again her own feminine ejaculation soaked the table and floor and her orgasm came in waves.

“Hot dam, I love a slut that squirts,” he laughed. “Ok, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.” He strode around the table and pulled under her arms till her head was leaning off the table. He straddled her face. “Ok, lick those balls.” She obeyed. She just felt so hot, so nasty. He stroked his shaft as he twisted her nipples. “Bury your face in them. Suck them” She continued to obey, actually wanting to please him.

He grabbed the rest of the butter and began rubbing it between her tits. She was a busty girl, and he was able to wrap his cock completely between her ample mounds. Soon he was stroking his cock between them as his testicles brushed back and forth against her chin. She tried her best to catch them with her tongue and caught herself anxious to feel his cum on her body. When he came, it was in long spurts across her arched belly, almost to her soft mound of curly red pubic hair.

Zipping up, he simply said “I’ll be in touch.”

Later, Jerry was eating his dinner at the exact spot on the table where his boss had fucked his wife's pussy a few hours earlier. He told his wife how his supervisor had wanted to fire him, but for some reason the owner of the company wanted to give him a second chance. Molly, sitting where she had licked and sucked and been greedy for the bosses balls just a few hours earlier, just listened and nodded.

“Well, at least he made it to the company picnic”, Molly thought as she watched her husband Jerry slur his words and get into senseless arguments with his coworkers at the annual get together on the boss’s huge property.  Jerry had been at the company almost three months and was already on shaky ground, coming in late and doing a mediocre job. Soon they’d suspect he was coming to work hung over.

Sometimes she hated him, but after he dropped out of high school to support her when she got pregnant, then after another kid and thinking that sons needed a father, and barely holding on to the crappy little house, over their heads in debt…She thought she's leave when the kids moved out, but, well, it was her life and she stayed with him.

At thirty eight, Molly was starting to show her age, and after a couple kids her body wasn’t youthful, but her chunky midsection wasn’t so noticeable under her ample boobs, and her ass still drew attention from the men on her husband’s work crew.  She still had the deep blue eyes, red curls and creamy, freckled complexion of her youth, and took pride in the way she filled out her jeans and tank top, that showed maybe a bit too much cleavage.

One man who took notice was the new boss, Chuck.  He was the son of the company’s founder, and his dad had slowly turned the company over to him before he retired.  Molly gazed at his broad shoulders and tight ass.  He was what - thirty five and already running a company?!  He acted so confident, aggressive, kind of arrogant and cruel too.  She thought about the rumors about his last two secretaries. She heard they were all tits and ass and that they had both left suddenly. The rumors were that a large cash deal had been made both times to cover up charges of Chuck’s sexual misconduct.  The old man hired his current secretary, an aging grandmotherly type.  As Molly thought about it, she began to weave her own little fantasy about feeling those strong bare shoulders from underneath him. She sipped her wine and smiled.     

Chuck seemed to enjoy chatting up all the employee’s wives, but seemed to spend slightly more time with Molly, constantly keeping her plastic cup full.  Molly knew she needed to be sober enough to drive her drunk husband home, but seeing her husband act like such an ass, and all his bosses attention and almost insistence that she have more, meant soon she was feeling tipsy. Her better judgement failed her.  She lost track of how many times her wine glass was filled or when it switched to mixed drinks.

As the evening wore on, Jerry got drunker, till he could hardly stand. Molly’s head was swimming. Others left, and soon the remaining few decided to go home.  Chuck looked at Molly and said there was no way his conscience would let them drive home.  Instead, He’d drive them home and have someone drop off their car in the morning.  Chuck helped Jerry into the back seat where he promptly passed out. Molly rode in the front passenger seat while Chuck drove and made small talk.  At one point Chuck put his hand on her thigh. Instead of pulling back, Molly groggily studied Chuck’s nicely muscled arm and manicured fingers, which slowly slid to the inside of her thigh. 

By the time he pulled into the driveway, the edge of Chuck’s hand was pressed against the crotch of Molly’s jeans, his fingers deep between her legs. Molly wasn’t oblivious. Her panties were getting wet beneath the material of her jeans, but she couldn’t think through the haze.  When they got home, Chuck began to pull Jerry from the back seat as Molly stumbled for the door, fumbling with her keys.  Chuck had to lean Jerry against the side of the house to help Molly put the keys in the lock.  Molly guided Chuck to the bedroom, where he dropped Jerry on the bed in a heap.

“Let me help you get his clothes off.” Chuck said as he untied Chuck’s boots. Molly looked bewildered, when Chuck directed her to unbuckle and unzip her husband’s jeans.  “He’s pissed himself and he’s spit up on his shirt.” Molly examined her husband. The front of his pants was dark and his shirt was wet, although it looked like someone had dumped a drink all over him.  “Underwear too” Chuck ordered as he pulled the jeans off by the cuffs.  Soon with Chuck’s help molly had completely undressed her husband and he lay sprawled naked on the bed.

“So that’s all he fucks you with, huh?” Chuck said, laughing and nodding at Jerrys flaccid penis.  “Ever want more?”  Molly drunkenly looked at Chuck, trying to comprehend what was doing on.  “Never mind.” time to get you ready for bed too.  Before she realized it, Chuck walked around behind her and began pulling her shirt off over her head. The bra came off and suddenly she felt his hands cupping and squeezing her tits as he kissed the back of her neck.

“Noo…”, she protested lightly as he rolled her pink nipples between his fingers.  She twisted around to face him. When did his shirt come off? “What are you…” he cut her off with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into hers.  She gave into him then, too stoned to think of her husband on the bed behind her.  She her arms reached under his, reaching up to those shoulders she so recently fantasized about. His hands slid down to her ass, pushing his hips against her so that she could feel his engorged cock through his jeans. It felt fucking huge. “Oh jeezzz..” she gasped, realizing where this would end and wanting it too badly to stop it.

Suddenly he spun her around to face the bed, her husband out cold and clueless what was happening around him.  She felt her jeans being unfastened and yanked own around her ankles.  Just as suddenly she was forced down, bent her over the bed, her face inches from her passed out husband’s dick.

Unzipping his fly, he slipped his smartphone out of his pocket before letting go of his  jeans while guiding his cock into her with his other hand.  Her pussy, already loose, was sopping wet and he slid in easily behind her.  With one hand on her ass, and the other opening the video camera on his phone, he thrust forward hard.  She groaned as she rocked forward on her elbows, ass in the air. He pulled out slowly, video recording his hard, wet cock as it slid out almost to the tip, before shoving it back in till his balls slapped against her fat pussy lips.

The camera went unnoticed by Molly, who was trying not to make noise and wake her husband. Trying to hold back her moans, at first the sounds came out more like grunts. Chuckling to himself, Chuck sneered “come on little piggy, you can do better.” In spite of herself, Molly’s moans became louder, combined with the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping sound each time Chuck drove his cock into her.  It became obvious that nothing was going to wake up Jerry, as if he were drugged.

As Molly’s moans became louder, words began to form…”Fu…fu…oh…fuck….ah…fuck me…” And the harder he fucked her the louder she got “…god…god you have no idea…god it’s been so long…Ah harder…please…please…please...god your cock is good…Oh, oh, OH, FUCK MEEEE…”    

Chuck stood still as Molly continued to rock forward and back, desperately fucking his cock. He was getting it all on video. He panned his camera around the room; Jerry laid out, Molly’s face over his crotch, the back of her head hiding his limp dick. Chuck recorded his own reflection in the vanity mirror, from the chest down, pumping his cock into Molly.  Finally, avoiding Jerry’s obviously unconscious face, he panned to the bedside photo of Molly’s two sons.   

Molly began to convulse, and involuntarily buried her face in her husband’s pubic hair, his soft cock against her cheek as she let out a final, deep animal groan.  Liquid gushed from Molly’s swollen cunt, soaking the sheets running down her legs and dampening the carpet.  Chuck smiled to himself.  She squirts, too!  This was working out better than he planned.

Quietly setting the phone on the bed, it was time for him to finish the job. Grabbing her hips with both hands he began to pump again, faster and harder while Molly let out a long wail.  He gave Molly’s ass a good slap, and then another as Molly lurched forward in surprise. His muscles tightened as he felt himself pumping his cum again and again deep inside her.

He stayed still inside her for a while till she stopped moving and her breathing became steady and deeper.  He pulled out slowly and stepped back to look at her.  She was out now too.  Beneath her round ass her fat pussy was still gaped open. His white cum was slowly oozing out, dripping from her cunt to the floor. Her red pubic hair glistened with her own secretions.  He took a couple closeups of her pussy, and a few of her passed out on her husband.  He dressed, left her half way on the bed, and quietly let himself out of the house.  Smiling as he reached his car, her thought – “This video will definitely clinch the deal.”