Chapter 6
"You just do as you're told," Mabel said. "You won't have any trouble with him because he knows all about you."
They were riding in a taxi and Grace was afraid. Mabel was taking her to see a man Grace had never met before. Mabel had it all arranged. Grace was to do whatever she was told and everything would be fine. Grace found it impossible to disobey Mabel. She didn't want to. Mabel and the boys had become the most important people in her life and she would never disobey them. Lord, how things had changed! Here she was riding in a taxi with Mabel to meet a man to do God knows what and a month ago she'd been so shy and reserved. They kept her busy, Mabel and the boys did. They kept her busy doing all kinds of nasty things but secretly she loved every moment of it.
"Anyway, you look lovely," Mabel said. "I'm sure he'll like you." She patted Grace's knee and then her hand slipped under the edge of Grace's dress to pinch the soft flesh of her thigh above her stocking.
Grace blushed because she thought the taxi driver might see what Mabel was doing in the rear-view mirror.
"I guess I'm nervous," Grace said.
Mabel chuckled. "There's nothing to be nervous about. His name is Ezra Barnwell and he's a banker and if you behave yourself with him I'll be able to stay with you permanently. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes."
Mabel had the taxi go directly to the Greenville State Bank on Main Street. When they walked into Ezra Barnwell's office, he smiled and chuckled as he closed the door behind them.
"Well, here you are at last," he said. "You were right, Mabel. She's definitely a dish."
Grace blushed as they stood there and looked her over. She was happy Mr. Barnwell liked her. That much at least was over with. It gave her more confidence to know he found her attractive.
"She gets turned on easily," Mabel said, "and then she starts flowing like a waterfall. Isn't that right, darling?" She grabbed Grace's face in her hand and squeezed so hard Grace wanted to cry out from the pain.
"Yes," Grace moaned.
Mabel slapped her, and this time Grace did cry out as she reeled under the blow.
Barnwell watched it all with a glitter in his eyes, and Grace was afraid.
Mabel finally left the office. Barnwell told his secretary he'd be taking no calls and he locked the office door and turned to Grace. "Did she hurt you?"
Grace quivered. "Yes."
"She means well, you know. She's a little rough sometimes, but she means well. My but you're pretty."
He walked around her, looking her over, nodding and smiling.
Grace remained motionless under his gaze.
Barnwell finally moved closer. He stood in front of her and put his hands on her tits. Grace blushed but she did not move. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her expression as he slowly squeezed and fondled her tits.
"Nice," he said. "I can feel your nipples right through your bra. They're stiff, aren't they? Having my hands on your tits is turning you on, isn't it?"
"Yes," she groaned.
He moved around behind her, ran his hands over her back and hips and then palmed her ass-cheeks. A wave of pleasure ran through her as his fingers gripped the globes of her fleshy ass. He jiggled and squeezed her ass-cheeks and then pushed her dress inside her asscrack. A soft moan escaped her lips when his fingers rubbed against her ass-hole.
"You're delicious," Barnwell said. "Now raise the dress and show me your legs."
He came around again to stand in front of her and she gathered her skirt in her hands and raised it up to her belly.
She could see the delight in his face. Mabel had made her wear a black lace garter belt and blue panties and smoky nylons. She had good legs and thighs and she knew they looked lovely in nylon and lace.
Barnwell's eyes seemed to burn into the place where her cunt mound bulged the crotch of her panties.
"Mabel told me your pussy is shaved," he said. "Is that true?"
She blushed. "Yes."
"Show me. Drop the panties and show me."
She had the panties on over her garter belt, so there was no problem in getting them off. Barnwell helped her by allowing her to lean on his arm. When she had the panties off, he took them from her hand and sniffed them. Then he tossed them on his desk and told her to lift her dress again.
Now she was bare, the slit of her cunt exposed, her cunt mound shaved clean.
He feasted his eyes on her pussy, stood there a long moment examining her bald cunt mound. The hot lust in his face excited her.
Now he walked around behind her. "Bend over the desk. Put your hands on the desk and bend over and show me your ass."
She used one hand to hold her skirt at her waist and one hand to support her weight on the desk. She wondered how much of her cunt he could see from behind. Mabel's hairy cunt was almost totally visible from the back and she had sucked it that way many times. Then she felt Barnwell's hands on her ass. He pulled her ass-cheeks open and she knew that now he could see everything-her cunthole and her ass-hole and her asscrack. She quivered and almost came.
"Lord, you're a piece," he grunted. "Your cunt is all wet and I can see the juice inside your slit. You're as hot as can be now, aren't you?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
She groaned as she felt his fingers probing and tickling her cunthole and ass-hole. Now she could feel how wet she was as some of her cunt-juice leaked down the insides of her thighs.
He pushed a finger inside her cunthole, stretched the mouth of her pussy, slid the finger in and out a few times and then withdrew it.
She moaned. She wanted the finger back. She wanted his whole hand in there. She wiggled her ass from side to side, hoping to tempt him, hoping to get his finger in her cunt again.
He touched her once more, but this time his finger probed her ass-hole. She remained motionless, concentrating on the feel of it as his finger circled the rim of her ass-hole and then slowly pushed inside her puckered shitter.
Her ass-hole had been loosened up by all the ass-fucking she'd been doing and his finger slipped inside her shitter without any difficulty.
"You're all open," he laughed. "You could take a Mack truck in there."
She whimpered in humiliation. There he was a complete stranger testing the tightness of her ass-hole. She had an urge to faint, but the feel of his finger prevented her.
Finally he pulled his finger out of her ass and told her to turn around.
"Kneel," he said. "Get my cock out and suck me off. That'll turn the burner down and we'll be able to go on from there."
She was almost thankful to be able to do something active now. She quickly crouched down, unzipped his fly and brought his cock out.
He had a lovely prick. His cock was long and thick and his cockhead was juicy and fat. She sniffed the dripping slit in his cock-knob, lapped up some of his leaking cockjuice with her tongue and then opened her lips and sucked his fat cockhead inside her mouth.
Barnwell made noises of approval and twisted his hips to get more of his cock inside her mouth.
She slowly inched her lips down over his cockshaft, inch by inch until she had her nose pressing into his cock-bush and his cockhead pushing against the back of her throat. Mabel had told her about deep-throating a cock and she'd been practicing on her nephews. She was good at it now. She could keep a cockhead inside her throat for at least several seconds and she knew how to clamp her throat muscles to grip the knob tightly.
When Barnwell felt the grip of her throat on his cockhead, he hissed and swore and started coming. Grace had to pull her mouth back in order to avoid choking, but she was able to keep her lips around his cockhead so that she could get all of his load without missing a drop.
Barnwell groaned as he pumped his balls dry into her face.
"Oh, you lovely bitch," he said. "You suck like a dream."
When she had the last drop of his jism sucked out of his pisshole, he playfully pinched her nose and pushed her away.
"That's enough," he said. "I'll have some coffee brought in and then we'll get down to serious business."
He wasn't joking. His fly was zipped up and her dress was pulled down when his secretary came in with coffee. His secretary was a tall attractive brunette with a smirk on her face, and Grace guessed the girl suspected something was going on. When their eyes met, Grace blushed. Did the girl know that she'd just sucked a hot load of cum out of her boss's prick? Grace could still taste his spunk on her tongue and teeth. She sipped her coffee to rinse her mouth.
After they finished their coffee, Barnwell again locked the office door and then he told Grace to take her dress off.
He lit a cigar as he watched her strip. She had no modesty about it because he'd already seen everything she had between her legs. He hadn't seen her tits yet, but she knew she had nice tits and anyway he'd already felt them, so what was there to hide?
When she started unsnapping her garters, he made her stop.
"Not the stockings," he said. "Leave the shoes and stockings on."
She did look terribly sexy wearing nothing but her black lace garter belt and smoky nylons and black pumps. His cock was hard again. She could see the bulge of his hard prick in the front of his pants.
He made her walk around the office. She walked back and forth, aware of his eyes on her tits and her ass-cheeks. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy was sopping wet. She'd had only one orgasm while sucking his cock and she hoped she'd have a big one soon. It wasn't fair the way men could get off so easily with a geyser of jism spouting out of their cocks.
"I like your tits," he said. "I bet Mabel pinches the hell out of those big nipples. She does, doesn't she?"
Grace blushed and held her bobbing tits in her hands. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes Mabel is mean."
"And you love it."
"Not all the time."
He chuckled and told her to sit down in a chair facing him. She kept her legs open because she knew he wanted to look at her pussy. But her cunt was dripping juice and this embarrassed her. She felt awful sitting there naked while a fully dressed man she hardly knew looked at her gaping cunt.
When he told her to play with herself, she balked. She somehow found it impossible to do it.
He became angry and threatened her. He told her he'd tell Mabel all about it and Mabel would whip her ass until the blood flowed.
Grace finally draped her legs over the arms of the chair and slipped her hands down to her cunt. She found a lake of cunt-juice between the lips of her pussy. Her cunt lips were swollen with arousal and her clit was stiff and quivering. She kept her fingers away from her clit.
She was too embarrassed to come in front of him like this, and she knew that one touch on her clit would bring her off.
Holding her cunt lips open with one hand, she tickled around her cunthole and pushed a finger inside.
"What do you do with Mabel?" Barnwell said, his glittering eyes fixed on her gaping cunt.
"What do you mean?"
"Christ, you know what I mean. What do you do with her when the two of you fuck?"
Grace felt the heat rise to her face. "I guess we do everything."
"Tell me."
"Most of the time I suck her pussy."
"Do you like it?"
"I didn't at first but I like it now."
"And what does she do to you."
"She uses her fingers."
"In your cunt."
"Yes."
"What about your ass? Does she use her fingers in your ass."
"She does that too."
"Show me. Stick a finger in your ass and show me what she does."
Grace trembled as she slipped a finger down to the puckered rim of her ass-hole. Enough cunt-juice had streamed down to her brownie to make it easy to push her finger inside the elastic hole. She pushed half her finger inside her ass and then jiggled her finger from side to side. "That's the way Mabel does it," she said.
"You like getting it in the ass, don't you?"
"Yes."
Barnwell grinned and opened one of the drawers in his desk. He pulled out a smooth white cylinder and Grace immediately recognized it as a vibrator. "I'm going to put this in your ass," he said.
"Please, no," she groaned.
She still had her finger in her ass, and now she pushed her finger inside until she had all of it inside the hot grip of her shit-tube.
He slid his swivel chair forward so that he could reach her ass with the vibrator. He made her pull her finger out of her ass-hole. He turned the vibrator on, and a moment later she cried out as she felt the first touch of the vibrator on the rim of her shitter.
Her ass-hole opened easily to admit the tip of the vibrator, and as he pushed the cylinder slowly inside her stretched bunghole, she started coming.
Shudder after shudder racked her body as she spasmed. Her ass-hole clamped down on the vibrator and this increased the sensation and forced her to come again.
Barnwell kept the vibrator in her ass until she had four orgasms and then he pulled it out and slapped her face.
"You're a greedy little slut," he said. "Turn around and bend over the chair."
She did as she was told. She bent over the chair with her ass in the air. She heard a swishing sound and then she screamed as her ass-cheeks burned with pain. She looked over her shoulder and saw the leather strap in his hand. Then she cried out again as the strap swished and the second stroke burned her upraised ass.
He gave her ten strokes with the strap. She thought she'd faint, but the pain quickly diminished and in its place came a lovely heat in her ass.
Then she felt his mouth on her ass-cheeks, his lips raining wet kisses on her bruised flesh, his tongue lapping where the strap had marked her. He worked his mouth closer and closer to the crack of her ass and she gasped when she felt his wet tongue fluttering back and forth over her twitching ass-hole.
Oh, God, yes! she thought. Suck my ass! She loved having this done to her. She loved the feel of a wet tongue moving in and out of her ass-hole.
After that he pulled his face away from her ass. He brought out a tube of vaseline and made her grease his cock and then her ass-hole. He teased her by inspecting her ass-hole and then telling her she had to use more grease. She had to hold her ass-cheeks open and show him her bunghole greased and ready for his cock.
When his fat cockhead stretched the elastic rim of her ass-hole, she had the biggest orgasm of the afternoon. Then a moment later, when she felt the full length of his cock stuffing her shit-tube, she came again and the orgasm was even more intense.
She sobbed and groaned as he fucked her ass with a steady rhythm. Soon the pace of his fucking quickened and she knew he was close to coming.
"Shoot it!" she moaned. "Fuck my ass! Shoot it in my ass-hole!"
Barnwell grunted and roared and blasted a load of jism inside her shitter. Her ass-hole sucked on his prick, drawing the spunk out of his balls. Jet after jet of hot fuck-cream splattered her shit-tube.
When he was finished, he made her turn around. She opened her mouth without being told and began sucking his wilted cock to clean it off. She could taste her own ass and she loved it.