Chelsea's Contract Ch. 04

I told him more about Meg, how she was a cute blonde girl with nice big creamy tits. He seemed unimpressed. I knew I needed to convince him, I needed her off my back and I didn't think I could confide in John so easily.

"She's young too sir," I said, watching his eyes raise. "She's 21, firm and tight."

"21? Tight you say? So she's not fat?"

"Hell no, she's hot as hell, and like I said, those tits are to die for." I was selling her.

"She's got a nice pussy too, sir, she's shaved," I said, knowing that'd plant the thought of my tongue on her in his head.

"I'll think about it," he said, now grinning. I gave him her number.

"Please call her, sir, for me," I begged.

"Maybe, but you'll have to do something for me," he said ominously.

"Anything sir, you are free to do anything to me, you know that."

I was hoping for another wonderful slow fuck as a reward, instead he had other plans for me. He sent me on my way without even touching me, leaving me beyond frustrated.

He said, "Saturday is going to be a big day, you get tomorrow off to rest up."

"Yes, sir," I sighed, I knew I was going to wear out that vibrator when I got home.

I showed up at his house Saturday morning after an early text to show up, strip outside as usual, then to get on my hands and knees and wait for him in the hallway. I waited in that position for a half hour or so, I could hear him moving around in his bedroom. Finally, he came out. He walked by me at first without acknowledgement. He made coffee and raided the refrigerator while I stayed frozen in position, waiting for his use. Finally, he walked up behind me. SLAP SLAP SLAP! I screamed as he slapped my ass hard three times with his hand.

"What was that for, sir?" I begged with a tear forming.

"I don't need a reason, I just love smacking that ass," he chuckled.

"Ok, thank you sir," I said.

"Rub your pussy for me," he growled. He sat in a chair at the kitchen table and turned it towards me. He wanted to watch me. My hand found my pussy, it was already dripping. Embarrassingly the slippery sounds were evident as I played with myself. My head was down by the floor I was resting on one arm.

"Well damn if it you aren't telling the truth," came a female voice from the hallway.

I looked up. It was Meg, she was wearing one of Jordan's shirts. She was bottomless. Her hair was a mess, it was obvious she'd spent the night.

"Whatever you have on her must be a doozy for her to do anything you say like this," she cackled.

"Oh fuck," I said out loud.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Jordan said, reaching for his belt. My hand shot back to my pussy.

She came up to Jordan and sat on his lap, his shirt rode up on her, I could see her pussy, it looked red and puffy. I was jealous.

"I told you I could make her do anything," he boasted.

"I guess so," she laughed. "I only got her to lick my pussy, I didn't get her to show up naked and play with herself for me."

Humiliatingly, they high fived each other in front of me and I squeezed my clit.

"I really admire those marks on her ass, Jordan," she cooed.

"You like those? You want to make some of your own?"

"Noooo!" I tried to protest, Jordan shot me a stern look. I went back to my pussy, I tried to lose myself in the pleasure.

"Sure!" she said with glee, "I've wanted to beat that ass for a year now," she giggled. He handed her his belt.

"Sir, no," I begged, "she works with me."

"I don't care about your arrangements at work, that can stay the same. Right here, right now though, you are to obey her as you would me or you'll be out on the street and I'll have a bunch of money."

"Yes, sir," I sobbed softly.

"Keep playing with your pussy," he growled, "I want to see you cum while she's beating you."

"I'll try, sir," I said with my heart beating out of my chest.

Her first few lashes got my attention. Jordan urged her on.

"Those were love taps, give it to her."

The next few really stung. I was biting my lip. Unconsiously, my hips were grinding. I was working my clit with my fingers, my pussy felt like soup. A few more stipes and I could feel a tidal wave building deep inside me. I got lost in the feeling, I could hear them talking, laughing, goading me. I could feel the belt lick across my ass, but I was focused on the wave...it was coming...

Jordan was yelling at her to hit me as hard as she could and she may have been, I couldn't tell, a feeling was coming over me, starting at my toes. I didn't even notice she'd stopped. She was kneeling beside me, her hand was on my ass, caressing it. I felt her fingers near mine, she was plunging them into me.

"Cum for me Ms. Priss," she urged, "Come for me like the slut we both know you are."

She slipped a finger in my ass, the wave broke. It was as if I'd touched a live wire, I screamed a primal scream, I didn't even know it was me until it was over. I collapsed on the floor, the two of them were laughing at me.

"God, what a fucking slut," she said, "She came because I beat her ass?"

Jordan laughed. "She'll do that, and more. She'll do anything and anyone, for me, right, slut?"

I could barely answer coherently, "Yes, sir," I said weakly.

They let me lay there on the floor as I recovered from the orgasm of my life. I heard them fucking when I finally got the strength to stand. I walked to the bedroom door. She was on top of him. She was riding him and her beautiful tits were bouncing.

I heard her saying, "She is going to do that for you today? Really? How many?" she said between grunts.

"Oh, a bunch, for sure. I told you, she lives for this stuff," he panted as he kept thrusting into her hot blond muff.

"God, I can't believe it," she giggled, "Can I come watch?"

"Hell yeah," he grunted, "it adds to the humiliation, did I tell you she dug that?"

"Yeah, she said, just before cumming, "incredible...."

He saw me watching. "You are totally right, her tits are sweet," he said to me. "There's a note on your car. See to it," he said dismissively as he went back to bouncing her on his dick. "Don't bother with your clothes, leave them on the ground, drive home naked," he said as both of them laughed.

"Yes, sir," I said, dejected.

"awesome," she whispered.

I couldn't believe I was jealous. I walked outside past my clothes. "What was he going to have me do?" I wondered. I wondered about work, about Meg, how things have all changed. Still, there was a feeling of anticipation, "what was it he was going to have me do today?" I saw an envelope on my windshield. I guessed that that would help me find out.

{end of Part four of Chelsea's contract}