A Day in a Life

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To Shandi's surprise the address wasn't a house but a single story office building. She pulled into the car park and slipped out of the flat driving shoes and into the clear plastic sling backs with five inch heels. Delving into the glove compartment she found a strip of gum and popped it into her mouth and taking a deep breath made her way to the door.

"Hi, I'm Shandi, I have an appointment," she told the young girl at the reception. She wore a tag declaring her name as Emma, and was probably no more than twenty five years old. Shandi couldn't help comparing the girl's smart gray suit and immaculate appearance to her own common hookers outfit.

The young woman looked her up and down as though she were something that just crawled out from beneath a stone and spoke with an air of superiority "Mr and Mrs Gleeson are expecting you, follow me," It was more a command than a request. She stood and straightened her skirt, and after locking the entrance door she led Shandi through a short corridor into a large office "she's here," the girl announced and leaving Shandi standing in the middle of the room she made her way to the side of a man seated behind the larger of two desks.

The silver embossed nameplate in front of him declared him to be "Paul Gleeson MD," he was around forty years old, slim and quite handsome, if a little flash with gold rings adorning both hands. He was leaning back casually in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head and his feet resting on the corner of the desk "quite perfect," he said as he looked at Shandi. "Wendy my dear, don't just sit there, greet our guest properly," he said.

The other occupant in the room: Wendy Gleeson, tall, slim, blonde and extremely attractive stepped out from behind her desk. Without hesitation she knelt before Shandi, and leaning forward she reverently kissed each exposed thigh just above the knees.

"Hello ma'am, please consider this slut as your own," Wendy whispered. Both women, for different reasons glanced at the man and Shandi immediately understood the situation. Blowing a loud "pop" with her gum she parted her legs slightly and raised the hem of her skirt. Wendy stared at the lace covered crotch just inches from her face, and as though compelled by an invisible force she pressed her lips to Sandi's pussy. Paul leaned forward, watching avidly as Shandi placed her hands on his wife's head holding her firmly in place.

Savouring her position of superiority over the supposedly respectable business woman Shandi glanced at Paul. The young receptionist was now sitting on his lap, they were kissing and he groped at her breasts, but the eyes of both were riveted on the two women before them.

Knowing exactly how this game was to be played Shandi grasped the kneeling woman's hair with one hand and eased her panties down her long slim legs with the other. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and she held Wendy's face close to her exposed crotch. A small pink tongue flickered out, desperately searching but Shandi pulled back on the blonde hair and almost casually she slapped the woman's cheek.

"Ask permission first slut," she hissed.

Before Wendy could reply Emma gasped and ordered breathlessly "do it again, hit her again."

As she raised her hand a second time Shandi peered down at Wendy: the woman had both hands pushed between her spread thighs, fingers rubbing herself through the material of her panties. Her face was tilted up, eyes closed and her mouth open; it was with a look of sheer ecstasy that she waited for the next slap.

"Beg me slut, beg to lick me, and take your hands away from your filthy cunt. You're the whore now, you're my bitch," Shandi growled. And she slapped her once more.

Wendy yelped and snatched her hands away from her crotch "please ma'am, please let me lick you, please I beg you," her voice a mixture of submission and excitement.

"You can do better than that, come on slut, beg," Shandi slapped her a third time.

"Oh God, please Mistress, please allow this dirty slut to lick your sweet pussy, please let me worship you, please Mistress."

Bending her knees slightly Shandi thrust her hips forward forcing Wendy's mouth against her pussy. The woman's lips immediately clamped over the damp flesh and her tongue pushed between the soft folds lapping greedily. Shandi gyrated her hips as though she were dancing, smearing her wetness over Wendy's face

Emma watched on in growing excitement as her boss surrendered herself. She sat astride Paul's thigh; her jacket and shirt open as he mauled her breasts. She worked her hips back and forth, rubbing herself lewdly upon his leg. He pushed his hand down the front of her knickers and buried his fingers in her sopping pussy bringing forth a long sigh, and she clung to his neck, kissing his face, trembling every time his hand made contact with her clitoris.

Shandi could feel her excitement growing; the mouth eagerly feeding on her was bringing her rapidly to a climax. She would normally welcome it but from experience she knew to pace herself: too much too soon would leave her over sensitive and reluctant to perform, and letting down her clients meant letting down her mistress, and that was something that she would never do. Showing great willpower she pushed Wendy away and placing one foot on her chest she forced the submissive blonde onto her back.

Wendy's cheeks and chin were coated in a mixture of saliva and her mistress' juices, her hair; minutes ago immaculately coiffed was now in disarray and sticking to her damp face. She looked up the length of Shandi's legs and heard the command "strip bitch."

In under a minute Wendy lay naked at Shandi's feet, her clothes scattered on the floor, her arms at her sides and her legs spread, presenting her body to her new mistress. Shandi placed the sole of her shoe on the open pussy and pressed down, grinding hard on the sensitive flesh. She was expecting a protest, maybe a plea for mercy, but instead Wendy groaned in pleasure and forced her hips up and her pussy harder against the rough surface.

Leaning forward Shandi transferred her weight onto the foot abusing her client, at last this elicited a groan of pain and with a grin of satisfaction she dropped to her knees astride Wendy's head. She was so turned on: usually she was the one that was used and abused, rarely did she have the chance to dominate someone else, and never before another woman. She had never in her life been cruel or spiteful, but she had been so quickly caught up in this fantasy, and suddenly all she wanted was to dominate the beautiful women lying beneath her.

Without pause she lowered herself and began sliding back and forth, biting her lip as she covered Wendy's face with her wet flesh, gasping and shuddering each time her pussy or arse came into contact with the woman's mouth, her pleasure doubled as the trapped lips and tongue eagerly responded.

Soon she was nearing orgasm again and she held onto Wendy's hair as her hips gyrated upon the woman's face, this time she wouldn't stop, the feeling was growing just too irresistible. And as she moved, her weight tipped and she fell forward onto her hands so that she was perfectly positioned for Wendy to attack her clit, and that was all it needed to send her over the edge.

Pressing hard on the questing mouth Shandi felt her insides tighten and the familiar, almost agonizing but beautiful sensation build from deep within her womb and spread to her very core. And as Wendy bit down gently on her pulsating bud the muscles of her pussy contracted and her body tensed. She gritted her teeth, her head straining back, stretching the sinews in her neck as she came.

Wendy's mouth continued to tease and Shandi held still, loving the gentle lapping, but jerking slightly each time the tongue made contact with her highly sensitized clit. Fingers probing her arse made her draw in a deep breath and in response she slid back to lie on top of the submissive business woman kissing her hard. Shandi ground her pussy against Wendy's crotch, she massaged her breasts and gripped her buttocks, and all the time she kissed her mouth, driving her tongue inside.

"Bring her here, bring the slut here."

Shandi heard the command but it took some seconds for the words to penetrate. Eventually she turned to see Emma sitting astride Paul's lap, working herself up and down on his penis as he sat in the chair. She was facing away from him with her shirt open and her youthful breasts bouncing for all to see.

"Bring the slut over here," she repeated.

Wearily, Shandi climbed to her feet, taking time to gather her discarded panties and slipping one leg hole over Wendy's head and around her neck, then using the damp material as a makeshift leash she led the submissive women crawling behind. Emma relieved Shandi of her pet and with a malicious grin pulled Wendy's mouth to her crotch. Still bouncing on Paul's cock she also had his wife licking her.

"Spank her, punish the bitch," Emma gasped.

Wendy was on her hands and knees, her neck straining, trying desperately to keep her mouth in contact with her young mistress. Shandi dropped beside her and ran her hand down through the woman's arse and between her spread thighs to push three fingers easily into her sopping pussy. She sawed her hand back and forth a few times before snatching it away and delivering a resounding smack to the proffered bottom.

Another dozen smacks followed, interspersed with Shandi teasing the blonde's pussy and arse as well as tormenting her hanging breasts. Wendy struggled, not to escape, but to keep her mouth in contact with Emma's pussy while Shandi's manipulations were bringing her quickly to a climax, and when she orgasmed she almost collapsed. Her whole body jerking wildly as she pressed her face hard against Emma's body, in her delirium she bit down upon soft flesh causing the girl to yelp in shock.

"Ow you fucking bitch that hurt!" Emma exclaimed, pulling back on Wendy's hair and slapping her cheek. Still in the throes of her climax the blonde just drooled and waited for more abuse.

Paul lifted Emma off of his cock, she was reluctant to surrender her position of pleasure and clung to his neck, but he pushed her away and she sagged breathlessly against the desk. Grabbing the panties hanging around his wife's neck he forced her face back into Emma's crotch. The young woman's moans of frustration and disappointment immediately turned to squeals of pleasure as a tired but eager tongue lapped the leaking cum from her puffy labia.

Paul sat like a king surveying his kingdom, Shandi knelt before him, her hair and makeup ruined and her clothes in disarray. Reaching out he yanked her top down and grasped her nipples, she followed the pressure of his hands, knowing exactly what he wanted and she wouldn't disappoint.

Taking the gum from her mouth she stuck it under the corner of the desk and wrapped her slim fingers around his stiff, glistening shaft. Gently she placed her lips against the head of his penis. This would be no simple blow job; she had had lots of practice, her mistress often commented that she had the most talented mouth, and so she made love to his cock, worshiping the hardness and velvet feel. She kissed and licked as though it were some rare delicacy, sucking and savouring each and every inch of flesh. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and the only sounds were slurping and lapping interspersed with the odd grunt or groan.

Paul tried to control Shandi's movements, her mouth felt so good and he could feel another climax approaching, but he wanted to prolong the moment. And so with his fingers entwined in her hair he held her head an inch from his cock, forcing her to use just her tongue, swirling around the head and pushing the tip into the eye of his penis.

Suddenly she looked up at him with a lascivious grin, and she shifted her position, and though she wasn't exactly over endowed her breasts were large enough that she managed to squeeze them around his member and she undulated her torso giving him her very first tit fuck.

Shandi moved her chest, extending her tongue to lick Paul's cock each time it appeared as if by magic from between her breasts, she thought, after the many times with her husband and the growing number of clients, that she could tell exactly when a man was about to cum, but Paul took her by surprise: there was no growing urgency, no verbal expletives, no tightening of the muscles. Just a grunt and a jerk as sperm jetted forth to splash across her face.

One eye was shut with the sticky mess and she could feel more clinging to her cheek. She sat back on her heels, and looking Paul in the eye she slowly licked her lips collecting what she could with her tongue, she made a show of holding his secretion in her mouth and with a grin she turned sideways to yank back on Wendy's hair.

The woman was like a puppet, accepting anything that was done to her, obeying every command and loving every indignity heaped upon her. One second she was eating the pussy of her employee, the next gratefully accepting a mixture of saliva and her husband's cum as a hired whore held her head and spat into her mouth. Then her lips were crushed against her teeth as Shandi kissed her, there was no tenderness but enough passion to make her swoon. She clung to Shandi and greedily licked the remaining cum from her face.

Emma was about to complain, she had been so near release, but when she saw the raw emotion displayed by the other women she slid from her perch and knelt with them, kissing and licking hungrily.

Paul watched from his seat as the three women became a tangled heap, it was the most erotic spectacle he had ever seen. His cock was still hard despite the fact that he had already cum twice in under an hour, he accepted the fact that the pill he had swallowed earlier was probably the main cause but what he saw now would make a eunuch hard.

All three women were now naked. Emma sucked on Shandi's nipples as Wendy lay beneath them lapping on whichever pussy she was offered.

Paul stroked himself, things were going better than he dared to imagine: Shandi was in control, both Wendy and Emma doing whatever they were told, and though he loved having the sexy young assistant to fuck his greatest delight was seeing his wife dominated and humiliated, especially as he knew how much it turned her on to submit in just this way, and how she would spend the next several days, as she always did after one of their adventures, exploring her submissiveness, needing the degradation and begging to serve both himself and Emma.

Shandi was kneeling astride Wendy's head facing her feet, and she squeezed and pulled upon the prone woman's nipples as her tongue danced over her clitoris. Emma knelt between Wendy's spread thighs, grinning insanely and licking her lips as she thrust her fingers into the defenceless pussy, Wendy had her hips raised off the floor inviting the hand to penetrate her deeper, and she screamed into Shandi's crotch when Emma slapped her clit, but stretched her legs further apart hoping to invite more abuse.

Paul could hold back no longer and dropped down behind Shandi. Roughly he pushed her forward, exposing her crotch and without delay he slid easily into her. Gripping her hips he withdrew slowly until he was just touching her slick nether lips, then he pushed hard and fast, filling her and jerking her forward so that her face mashed against Emma's belly. She was helpless as the young woman grabbed her hair and forced her mouth against her naked pussy.

With Paul pumping into her she found it difficult to maintain contact with the sweet pussy in front of her, so she wrapped her arms around Emma's hips and gripped her buttocks, while licking and sucking greedily. Abandoning her assault on Wendy's pussy, Emma lie back on her folded legs and spread her thighs wide holding Shandi's mouth firmly to her crotch.

"Don't just lie there you stupid slut, lick something," Paul growled at his wife. She was still prone beneath Shandi, looking up, watching the cock sliding back and forth between the whore's legs. She stretched her neck to press her tongue against the wet flesh, wishing that someone would do something, anything to her own pussy.

Paul was still stiff and hard but having already cum twice in such a short space of time he knew another orgasm might be unlikely, however with three hot women doing just about everything he dreamed of he didn't care if it took all afternoon. And as he drew back for the umpteenth time his cock slipped out of Shandi's Virgina and looking down he couldn't resist her inviting arse.

He pushed his fingers deep into her very wet pussy and smeared the mixed secretions up and over her puckered hole, she tensed slightly as he inserted first one then two fingers, and gasped when Wendy clamped her lips to the vacated cunt. Shandi knew what was coming but had no time to dwell as Emma tugged on her hair and she quickly resumed her worship of the girl's body, she was forced to pause for a few seconds though as Paul's penis began to enter her rectum. The brief burning pain was familiar and she knew to relax and embrace it until her sphincter ceased its protest and stretched to accommodate the invader. Once Paul was deep inside her she savored her fullness and with Wendy's mouth feeling like it was devouring her she attacked Emma's pussy with renewed vigor.

Stimulated on three fronts Shandi fought to hold back her climax. She wanted this to last. But Paul's cock was sliding so deliciously in her arse and Wendy's mouth was doing unbelievably things to her pussy. Emma's crotch was moving wetly across her face as she gripped the girls buttocks and pressed hard into her crotch, she sucked and lapped greedily, determined not to miss a drop of the delicious nectar. She had no idea who was pinching and pulling her nipples but the pain combined with so much pleasure was just too irresistible and she came. She came just as Emma did, with the girl gripping her hair, holding Shandi's mouth tight against her as she thrust her hips against the slut's face.

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Naked, Wendy crawled to her desk and produced a thick envelope which she brought over to Shandi. Just the thought of paying to be humiliated with her own money gave her a tremendous thrill. She asked the whores permission to get dressed but keeping up the theme of the game Shandi pushed her mini skirt and boob tube into the business woman's hands.

"Here slut, you can wear these now," she said, taking the creased suit and blouse in replacement.

Wendy accepted the swap and then stood docile as the sluttish choker was fitted about her slim neck. As an afterthought Shandi plucked her discarded gum from beneath Paul's desk and popped into the woman's mouth. Wendy almost swooned in delicious humiliation and immediately started working her jaws.

Straightening her stained stockings and dressed now in a stylish, if somewhat crumpled suit Shandi nodded her goodbyes to Paul, he waved tiredly back, sitting once again in his chair he looked slightly ridiculous, still wearing his shirt and tie but naked from the waist down. Shandi smiled when she noticed that he also still sported a large erection. Emma sat naked on the floor, leaning against his legs with her eyes closed. It was clear that neither would be doing much more of anything that afternoon.

Clutching her new slut outfit to her chest Wendy escorted Shandi into the outer office to unlock the door. Shandi turned to say goodbye and Wendy wrapped her arms around her kissing her tenderly "thank you," she whispered before stepping back out of sight from the street.

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Shandi parked her car on her drive but rather than entering her own home she walked the short distance to the house next door. Passing the large front window she caught her reflection and paused, she remembered a phrase often used by her mother "You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards," but there was nothing she could do about her appearance just then so she let herself through the gate into the rear garden.