Mistress of the Game

Shondra and Marie, together and not just sipping coffee...Shondra whipping Marie's sweet little ass.... Wendell's flaccid cock began to twitch. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Marie rubbing her hands up and down Shondra's stocking covered thighs and her head bobbing up and down between them. A few minutes earlier, Marie had thought he was having a heart attack. Now, watching the two women, Wendell thought might really have one!

"That's it, my baby girl," Shondra purred as she gripped the chair's armrests, closing her eyes and letting her head rest back. The sweet, intoxicating smell of the women's sex filled Wendell's office. His cock jerked and it again began to stiffen.

'She really is the best,' Shondra thought smugly, 'because she has been trained by the best.' Of course, Marie had been a little unsure at first. It was only natural for a sweet and inexperienced girl like her to feel that way, but with time and patience she had come around to Shondra's ways. Gentle touches and soft kisses had soon developed into harder slaps and passionate tongue play. Polite requests became commands. Wants turned into needs, as the sweet innocence of a girl washed away to reveal a woman in need of a woman.

"Oh yes, yes! That's it, my baby slut girl!" Shondra's body quivered and her breasts heaved with each breath.

Marie's skirt had ridden around her hips and she had slipped one hand down between her open thighs. Muffled moans could be heard as she began playing with herself. At first cupping a hand over her sex, then pulling the crotch of her panties to one side before thrusting her fingers deep inside her velvety folds. In and out, they made obscenely sloppy noises against her wetness.

Helpless to do anything but watch, Wendell witnessed the two women climaxing within minutes of each other. Shondra first, crying out as she thrashed about in the chair, opening her legs wide to gain the full benefit of Marie's mouth and tongue. Then Marie, whimpering and almost sobbing, drew back from between Shondra's thighs to concentrate on giving herself a full finger fuck.

After a minute or so Shondra opened her eyes. Taking a fresh white handkerchief from her pocket, she used it to clean her sticky wetness from Marie's face.

'Fuck, yes! They're going to fuck me now,' Wendell thought, his whole body shivering with excitement, but Wendell thought wrong.

"Oh, is that the time already?" Shondra observed, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Get your clothes on, baby girl, you must be starving," she told Marie as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt.

Marie picked up her bra and blouse and then, as if now feeling a little embarrassed by her semi-nakedness, turned away from Wendell to dress herself.

"There's this little cafe around the corner that's just opened. I know you'll really like it," Shondra said.

"Oh, but what about Mr. Kerr?"

"What about him?"

"Well, he's all tied up!"

"So?"

Marie tilted her head and looked a little puzzled, then giggled. Shondra slipped an arm around her little friend's waist and, glancing back over at Wendell, told him, "Don't worry, we'll be back before five."

He tried to relax, but a cold reality had just hit him - his mistress was no longer the only woman in his life who held him by his balls.

Part Two:

Wendell Kerr entered his office. As he placed a large stack of files down amongst the papers strewn over his desk a single red envelope caught his eye. Picking it up, he held it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Immediately, he recognized the fragrance, her favorite. His mind drifted into wicked thoughts of her - sending a chill down his spine.

She owned his ass, and they both knew it. Forgetting everything else, he sat down and tore it open. Three words were scrawled in scarlet lipstick across the white card inside - Tonight, seven o'clock. No more information was needed.

That told him who, when, and where. He sat back in his chair and stared straight ahead as he wondered what nasty little surprises she might have for him this time. His thoughts were interrupted a few minutes later when his secretary, Marie, entered. "I'm ready to do the figures on that report now, Mr. Kerr."

'Well, its about time too,' Wendell thought. He'd asked her to come and get it more than two hours ago, but what could he do? Complain? No, she would ignore him. Remind her he was the boss? What a joke that had become. Threaten to sack her? Certainly not. That might displease Shondra, and he couldn't possibly risk that. Ever since she had walked in on him and his mistress, three weeks ago, everything had changed. She did things in her own time now. Even more frustrating was the fact that everything he did, since then, got reported back to his mistress. Fuck her, some days he couldn't even take a piss without Shondra hearing about it!

"Marie mentioned you took much longer than usual in the bathroom today. You weren't wanking off in there were you?" Shondra questioned him one evening.

He pretended not to notice as Marie sat down, crossed her lovely legs, and made a token effort to pull her skirt over her knees. He knew the little bitch was doing it on purpose just to tease him. He handed her a file of papers, and as she leaned over to take them, he realized the two top buttons of her blouse were undone. Immediately, he felt his cock jerk between his legs. 'Fuck her,' he silently cursed. However, fucking Marie simply wasn't an option for Wendell. "You're my slut," Shondra's words rung in his head, "I tell you who you can fuck, when you can fuck, and how you can fuck."

Marie took a quick look through the papers and then said, "I'll have this back to you in the morning."

Only, he wanted that damned report today. Tomorrow would be too late; it would mean him having to rush through the summary to finish it on time. "I really need it back today."

"You didn't say please."

"Please, Marie, I really need it back today."

"You'll get it in the morning."

"That'll be fine."

Wendell had to get rid of her, he knew that, only he just wasn't sure yet how he was going to manage it.

The day dragged. He always found it difficult to concentrate, knowing he would be seeing his mistress later and so, around four o'clock, he packed up and walked out of his office. "I'm leaving for the day Marie. I have a few things to take care of at home," he said, as he passed her desk.

"Yes, you have a lovely evening, Mr. Kerr."

'Lovely evening? What ever happened to see you in the morning?' Wendell thought. 'Surely, she doesn't know where I'm off to. Isn't anything private around here anymore?' He rolled his eyes in silent bewilderment and left.

Upon arriving at Shondra's house, he knocked twice and then used his key to enter. He removed all his clothing, but for a tight black g-string, before finally securing a heavy leather collar around his neck and then kneeling down on the floor and waiting. Several minutes passed before Shondra appeared. The black leather corset she wore pinched her waist, pushing her tits up so they almost burst out, and her smooth black stockings and high spike heeled shoes made her lovely legs appear even longer. Certainly, he had seen her dressed like this before, but he still couldn't help staring. As usual she seemed pleased to see him, only this evening she looked smug.

"Mistress has a little surprise for her slut tonight," she told him, turning and beckoning him over her shoulder with her index finger. Wendell stood up and, walking two paces behind, followed her into the sitting room. He entered and immediately froze. There on the sofa, looking as angelic as always, sat his secretary, Marie. Shondra grinned. "Yes, I thought you might be surprised to my baby girl. Now, show some respect will you, slut, and get down on your knees where you belong."

Wendell's mouth felt dry, and he couldn't speak. He dropped down onto the floor, his thighs spread wide and his cock throbbing between them. Seeing where Marie's eyes were focused, he instinctively tried to cover the bulge in his g-string with his hands. As he did, she mockingly pouted her full lips at him and blew him a kiss.

Ignoring his obvious discomfort, Shondra explained, "Marie and I were just talking the other day, and she asked me if a man can fuck as well as a woman. Well, of course I told her, 'no way,' but she's young and curious and wants to find out for herself."

Marie put her hand to her mouth and stifled a little giggle. "So I told her, 'You can use Wendell's if you like.'" Shondra hesitated and glanced down at him. "Take your hands away so my baby girl can have good look at you."

His lips curled into a nervous little smile as he dropped his hands to his sides, revealing the bulge straining against the sheer fabric stretched across his groin. Shondra poked the tip of her crop inside his g-string, flicked it to one side and, in an instant, what little modestly he had vanished. Spanking him, Marie had certainly seen his bare ass before, but now , sitting in front of her with his cock and balls fully exposed, he felt humiliated. Despite his embarrassment, however, he had a raging erection. Sometimes it was just like that for Wendell. It was as if his cock had a mind of its own, and he had no control over it.

"Well, what do you think? Will his cock do?"

Marie grinned and nodded. His mistress then turned back to him. "I promised her a man's cock today, and I promised her a good hard fuck. Do you think you can handle that?"

Stunned, Wendell swallowed hard as his mind raced and her words sunk in. Marie was his secretary and he was her boss. Marie had never known a man before. Marie was Shondra's little toy. More than anything else, she too, would have him totally by his balls if he fucked her, with or without his mistress's permission. No, he couldn't do it! He would regret it. It would be just too foolish. Then, as his cock jerked between his legs, one thought predominated over all others in his head - 'Can I handle fucking her? Fuck yes! I can handle fucking the little bitch all right!' His reply, however, was simply a whispered, "Yes, Mistress. I think so."

Tiny beads of sweat began to form on his face and chest. He watched as Marie stood up and slipped her flimsy white dress up and over her head, revealing her matching bra and panties - also white with a lace trim and tiny pink ribbons. Her feet were bare, and her blond hair loose and flowing. Wendell knew it had been a long time since he had seen anything so sweet and innocent to look at.

Gingerly, Marie walked over to him. Standing there in front of him, she looking a little awkward at first. A faint smile formed on her lips, and then she turned around to drop down on to her hands and knees.

"That's a good girl, yes I've trained you well, haven't I?"

"Thank you mistress," she hesitated before adding, "His thingy looks so big; it won't hurt will it?"

"If he hurts my baby girl, I'll whip his ass." She smiled and then, using both hands, gently pulled Marie's panties down around her knees. Her ass was smooth and pale, accentuating the rose color of her cunt. Clearly, she was aroused, as her red and swollen clit protruded through the wet velvety folds of her outer labia. Wendell closed his eyes for a moment and prayed he wasn't dreaming. Shondra stroked her crop over Marie's ass, then down between her thighs to rub it over her glistening sex. "Just look at how wet my baby girl gets," she told him, bringing the crop to her mouth and licking the sweet wetness from it. "She's lovely, isn't she?"

Wendell was dumbstruck. He nodded his head and silently pleaded for her to allow him to have little taste too. Shondra, however, obviously wasn't feeling particularly generous and so he had to remain content to just enjoy her sweet feminine scent.

His cock throbbed and his balls felt like lead weights between his legs as he sat, obediently watching and waiting. He wanted to jerk off right there and then but, of course, he was forbidden from touching himself without permission. He wanted to just jump up and fuck the little bitch until she begged him to stop. He wanted to do a lot of things; however, Shondra owned his cock now. "Yes, Mistress, she's very lovely," he replied, as he stared down at her inviting young ass.

"Well, how the hell can you see from over there? Drag that slut ass of yours closer, will you , Wendell? I want you to take a better look."

Clumsily, he shuffled forwards on his knees. His cock bobbed in front of him as he moved, and that amused his Mistress. She laughed and gave the tip a quick light slap with her crop. He winced as it sent a painful shot of excitement through him. Then, grabbing hold of his hair, she jerked his head back and leaned down to give him instructions. Her breath felt warm in his ear as she told him, "I want you to give my girl a good hard fuck now. Nice and slow to begin with, and then harder and faster when I tell you. You got that, slut?

Good... now get to work, my little fucker."

Feeling his whole body trembling, he shuffled close enough to place his hands on Marie's hips. He pressed the tip of his cock into her wet cunt. It felt so good, so tight. If Shondra had been fucking her, she had been doing it with something much smaller than his cock. He closed his eyes to savor the moment but, unable to control his own lust, he pushed it all the way in, right up to his balls. Marie cried out and grimaced.

Wendell wasn't sure if she was in pleasure or pain. Either way, she made no attempt to move away. That wasn't, however, what his Mistress had in mind.

"Not like that, slut!" she snapped, slapping his ass viciously with her crop. The sharp burning sting caused his body to jolt, he immediately withdrew.

"Now, show me your ass, slut!"

Wendell knew he was in trouble. Backing away from Marie, he leaned over onto the floor to rest his forehead on his folded arms as he lifted his ass. Shondra raised her crop high and then struck it down several times across his soft flesh, leaving burning red welts. Wendell cried out each time it hit, but she wasn't satisfied. "Wider!" Shondra commanded, impatiently tapping the toe of her shoe between his thighs. He spread his legs further, exposing the most vulnerable part of his body.

"Don't worry, slut," she reassured him, "I promise I won't hurt those precious balls of yours" Shondra grinned and once again, raised her crop, only this time she struck it across the back of his scrotum, sending a shock of pain through him. Wendell dropped down onto the floor, cupping his balls in his hands as he writhed about. "Honestly," she smirked, as she held her crop in one hand and traced her fingertips over it with the other. " Sometimes I just can't believe what a fucking liar I can be."

After a couple of minutes, she turned to Marie as said, "He hurt my baby girl, didn't he?"

Wendell lifted his head and glanced across. Sweet and innocent little Marie was grinning but, immediately Shondra spoke, her expression changed to a feigned look of pain as she pouted and nodded.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Shondra said, tapping Wendell with her crop.

He dragged himself up off the floor and once again pressed himself inside the smooth folds, only this time just his cock head. The pleasure he felt was almost as unbearable as the frustration of not being allowed to shove his cock right inside her. He wondered if the little bitch was tightening her cunt muscles to

tease him. He gasped, as once again he felt the exquisite pressure. Yes, he was sure of it. His mistress was pleased. Obviously Marie was too, because she began pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

"She's a hungry little whore, isn't she?" Shondra told him. "I made her that way, you know."

"Please, Mistress, this little slut's pussy aches to cum. Please, may she have some more cock?" Marie begged, as she panted and gasped.

Wendell felt the burning sting of his mistress's crop on his ass again.

"Fuck her harder slut! Can't you see she wants more!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Without hesitation, he rammed his hard cock deep inside her wet warmth. He was sure he would explode at any minute. Until, from behind, he felt the firm grip of his mistress's fingers wrapped around his balls. He gasped and then held his breath. "Not yet, slut boy; not until your work is done."

Again and again he rammed his cock into the girl, trying to satisfy her. Her sticky wetness now dripped down onto his balls. After a while, as well lubricated as she might have been, his cock began to feel raw as he pumped her insatiable cunt. Eventually, however, his efforts were rewarded, and his mistress released him.

"Fill her, slut boy!" she commanded.

Those words were almost as sweet as the orgasm he experienced as, thrusting his cock deep inside her, he shot his load of cum. Marie screamed and tossed her head back, and then her whole body shook in a dramatic climax.

"Good slut," his Mistress told him when he had finished, as she patted the top of his head.

'I just fucked sweet little Marie! How many men back at the office would love a piece of her juicy ass?' He asked himself. Yes, numerous times he had overheard them talking about her around the water cooler. Then, in an instant, a devastating thought hit him. 'I just fucked my sweet little secretary, Marie, and I can't tell anyone else about it!'

He pulled his limp cock out and sat resting his ass on his heels. He stared down the floor, panting heavily. Then, after a couple of minutes, when he had regained his breath, he looked up. Marie walked over to his Mistress and, as she drew near Shondra slipped her arm around her waist. He watched as the two kissed, their tongues flicking out just before their lips met. Then Marie smiled and said, "Thank you, Shondra, you are so good to me."

His Mistress looked down and gently nuzzled her face into Marie's hair. "Oh, I know that was fun for you, baby girl, but now I'm going to pleasure my little princess like only a woman can."

Turning towards the door, without another word to him or even a glance back in his direction, the two women walked out arm in arm.

The following morning, Wendell couldn't help thinking about the previous night. He felt awkward and uncomfortable when Marie walked into his office. She seemed to have something on her mind, too.

"Here is that report you wanted me to go over," she said, handing him the file. She was about to turn and leave, but then she hesitated, adding, "Mr. Kerr, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I don't feel we can go on like this. I don't want to be your secretary any more."

Wendell couldn't believe what he was hearing. A huge wave a of relief swept over him; he felt as if a heavy load was about to be lifted from him. He'd gotten to fuck hot little Marie, and now he would be getting rid of her. Could it really get any better? He thought again. Yes, it could. If Marie left suddenly, his colleagues would assume he had fucked her and dumped her.

"Yes, I understand, Marie," he replied, trying to look concerned as he nodded his head.

She took a deep breath and continued, "I think I should be officially made yourassistant. Oh, and I think that deserves a nice pay raise too, don't you, Mr. Kerr? A nice fat pay rise." Smiling sweetly, she waited for his reply.

Part Three:

Wendell fidgeted as he sat alone on the end of his Mistress's bed. Tonight would be something special. Yes, tonight she would take him completely. Shondra's instructions had been clear. "Shower and dry yourself off, then be naked except for your collar when Nicole arrives."

He had done exactly as he had been told. But why Nicole? Maybe it was part of the ritual to be prepared by another mistress? Maybe it was something common in femdom circles. Or, as he had suspected, maybe his mistress just wanted it that way. It wasn't for him to question her. He heard footsteps; sharp clicking sounds on the hard floor. The door swung open and, without knocking, Nicole strutted straight in.